A slow start.

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Or, more, a late start.  Given that I woke after 10:00, and am just starting on things now... makes sense.  Usually does take a bit to get the engine warmed before it can work, three hours isn't unlikely.  My heater coil sucks!  I set all of the dishes to a fresh soak, rearranging them so that specific ones will be more likely to be ready when I am next ready to work.  I like the water very hot, so when I dry things the temp helps with the task.

I realized, with the new machine about to be going together, that I don't have any modern games to play on it.  Oh, I have hundreds of old ones.  So I went looking.  This looked interesting.  What?  I don't get a playable disc, only a download code.  And I have to be online, fulltime, to play?  No.  Well, what about that one, or this one, or... all the same.  If you want to buy a new computer game, you don't get that game.  You get to rent it, essentially, online.  Wait until they get hacked and everybody ends up having nothing.  It's going to happen, if it hasn't.  The same goes for music, and movies.  If you don't have a physical copy, you don't actually own.  Of course, that is the dream of socialism.  A way of it.  One I don't choose to participate in, nor do I believe.  This won't work.  Then again, we are on the edge of the end of this time.  I suppose this is what is to be expected.  Our wants have outpaced the ability to produce.  Our producers have gotten so greedy that they won't actually sell product, only "prints", copies, and such.  Civilization needs to crumble when it gets to this place.  It actually already has.  It isn't even that we don't know it.  It's more that most don't want to let go of the dream.  Holding onto that will stall things just a bit longer, if at a greater price.  Like a junky taking one last big hit.  Perhaps hoping it kills.  Definitely knowing it will hurt more after but not really caring.

I can only show you the truth.  I can't make it edible.  This is why I am hated.  More by some than others, but by the many.  I won't give or not give, I will simply not offer an option to choose what isn't.  I don't offer two pills, only one.  And it stings.  You can have steak, but only in the reals.  I promise, anyone who promises you more than what is real is not going to deliver.  They can't.  Your best hope with those who offer the false is a quick death.

I couldn't hide from the truth myself.  Now I don't allow any to try.  Not really for their sake.  They can leave me quite alone.  Most choose that path.  Those who stay?  To let them believe in lies is to risk what I have spent too much finding and figuring out how to salvage.

Anyway...  I think I might get some work done today, perhaps all I hoped and more.  I just... have that feeling.  Another cup of coffee, a bit more reading, perhaps in a bit a load of laundry in and some folding and putting away, another rest and some gaming, then on and on.  Later.