No nap will be needed.

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Perhaps.  Though, if I enjoy a bit too much corned beef and cabbage, that might change the tune.  It is almost ready.  In 15 minutes I will add cabbage, and let that cook for about another 15 minutes, then done.  I did hold off on the carrots, putting them in just now.  An half hour should be plenty, and they will retain some of their bite.  While cooking, I finally finished the last, I think, of the Hannibal Lector series, for me anyway.  I am not sure I watched them in order.  Hannibal Rising, I believe it was.  A free view for Amazon Prime members.  Finally, I see his driving factors.  While it may seem to be one thing, it rarely is.  Though, a few darker moments and notions can... color things much more harshly in the totality.

It's sort of strange though, to know, finally, what made a movie anti-hero... and yet not know my own story.  Not all of it.  Not, probably, the half of it at the most.  After watching the show, I do realize why the mind might keep some things secret, keep them safe.  At least I know, anything I have left is, has been, blessed.  I think most of the problems have already been handled, and are behind me.  Some can never quite escape what they have become, some are called away.  If lucky, they follow the voice.  I am a lucky man.  It's fragile though, I won't allow some things to ever be revisited.  Not while I draw breath.  Not in my presence.

I was thinking, though, that should I find a wife, I will teach her some things.  No, gently you fool.  While a woman cannot defeat a warrior, she can surprise him and escape peril.  I can teach a woman much.  Enough, perhaps, for a chance.  Just in case her firearms are out of reach, for some reason.  I can't give her the will to fight, but that is what children and love can do.  Women are free to be liberal because they have nothing to lose when they are alone, in the short or long run.  When they have a family, a home, a husband who loves them, that's when they turn a corner.  Guided, and taught, the love can be... trained.  Ask God about lethal love, innit?

I don't need to get the garbage bin out, but if it had been recycling day I would have taken that out.  I did check, but it doesn't look like the neighbors have that bin out.  So, next week, if I can remember.  I received a call from the V.A.  It seems my a1c is elevated, so a new order came through.  Hmm, I best check on insulin, however, as I am pretty much out.  My doc said she would wait for the a1c results before deciding what to send.  I have heard nothing since.  I meant to check with the women with whom I was speaking, but she distracted me with a few other issues and then it was lost.  I'll call the pharmacy shortly.

There are so many little tasks I keep meaning to do.  And, I keep forgetting to do them.  I may explore the tasks section of my phone.  I am using the calendar just swell.  I might as well figure out and beginning using the rest of the phone's capabilities.  I just don't want it to begin ruling my life, either.  No worries, I know how to deal with busybody tech, mostly.

Later.