Not a bad morning.

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I've kicked a double stout brew of kefir over, and am about to push through a regular brew.  I probably won't set up another jar of the stuff, as that will give me about a gallon of go-to fermented moo-juice.  Which is why I went to the half gallon jars.  I've actually made three in the last two days.  I had to make up a bit, after going without for a while.  Which I have, pretty much, done.  Now I can go to regular usage.

A few eggs for breakfast.  Coffee is brewing... or actually should be done.  The vegetables look to be, probably, ready.  I turned off the dehydrator and am letting that cool.  I want to check through the bits when at room temperature to make sure they really are dry.  I doubt if anything with a bit of moisture would take more than a few more hours to finish.  Still, if they do, I have... all day!  *smile*

Bits and pieces of life are going forward.  I am feeling pretty good.  Sleep was fine.  I dreamed of... a charity sort of social call from the dread ilk and lead family.  I was a bit embarrassed.  I tell folk I'm ugly, that my house is a mess, and that I am a cripple (if an oddly potent one at times), but facing that in real life is different.  They seemed okay with it.  Still not sure why they visited.  Dreams, who can know.  After they left, I got busy with a bunch of busty waitresses at some ski lodge resort area.  Don't ask me, but it's like having a wholesome dinner followed by decadent desserts.  And I ordered three to be sure.  I was right, they were all tasty.  We all have our favorites, but no reason to be prejudiced.  Women have been killing me in dreams lately.  Not, perhaps, as many women would want, just how they need, I think.  Never mind.

Today?  Let me tell you about today.  Oh, chin up.  Ventilators have come a long way.  *wink*  But, seriously, today?  I think it will be a good day.  I'll watch some show this morning, while taking in some coffee, after that a late breakfast of grain hash and butter.  Then a shower and perhaps some fussing with the pack.  And then none of your biz-wax.  For now.  Writing can sometimes unstop the bottle of life, but lately seems to be stoppering it.  So... when I know, you'll know.  Maybe.

Now go, do.  I've got coffee and waking to tend.  Shoo!  I like you, but not that much.  Scoot.  Later.