A rather rough day.

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I was correct.  Whatever is wrong had nothing to do with the alcohol.  It started before the drinking and is running through to well past recovery.  These things will come and go.  God knows it is miraculous for me to even be alive, toss in living on my own, and some other things, and...  Suffering is not a choice.  I can't fix that.  I can only turn that over to a higher authority.  It is pretty much all I have to offer.  On the good side, I have it in spades.

I am prepping for their arrival.  Nothing much, but the meat is being tended.  Potatoes soon.  A shower earlier.  That is about as good as it gets.  The meat will be more done than what I had hoped, but that's shouldn't be too bad.  It will be pleasant to have company.  To eat as a group.  And to talk, discuss plans other than those of my own, and just enjoy company.

I will probably not do much else this week.  Tired, a bit ill, sore, but I can relax a bit.  It is the hottest time of summer.  And yet storms have been coming and going.  All good, I simply must learn to enjoy as I may.  Sometimes that means working, sometimes that means resting.  At least the I have the series to watch.  I am not up to playing the game at the level I need to play it.  So... yeah... something to watch is good enough, for now.  A bit of AC when needed or wanted.  A bit of food as I can. 

Later.