Friday dinner.

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The last time I visited my friend, he had been talking about pork shoulder roasts.  While we were out shopping, I noticed several on sale so bought them.  Since I bought, he offered to cook.  Cool.  So, yesterday, he set one for a very long slow cook, calling me when it was nearing completion.  I grabbed various rolls and a movie.  Monty Python the Life of Brian was the movie.  He hadn't seen that one fully.  I also have In Search of the Holy Grail which, while he has seen, it's been a while.  That might be the next movie the next time.

I considered Lost Highway, and some others by that director.  But I wanted to... test the interest before just rolling those bones.  David Lynch is either enjoyed or simply not, or far too much.  I'm still thinking about it myself.  I actually haven't seen anything else other than the one show, but mean to change that.  I'm still trying to get a grip on what is what.  That IS the point to his movies, from what I can gather and what I have seen.  There isn't another way to things.  And it's not an easy road to nowhere, not for the simple, the mild, the meek, or some other sorts.  It's a thought engine that doesn't really ever shut down, only goes away as it gets buried by life over time, and mostly not fully ever.  Still on my mind after decades since being watched.  When I broke, I went looking for answers.  I knew those answers weren't in the mundane or medical, or not the medical that was being offered.

The roast was quite good.  Yes, you can mess them up.  But a little diligence and some reading and thought and a decent roast will all but do itself.  Still, people have messed those up.  I also took over a mild dessert, toffee and chocolate covered almonds.  Well, some nut, if I think it was almonds.  Those went over well too.  My last woman type introduced me to those.  I'd send her some if I could figure out where to purchase them online.  And I'd need to check to see if she was still there.

No, I wasn't able to wake in time to do anything, businesswise, Friday.  Frustrated, but stuck in a web of sleep cycle hell.  I can't seem to push or pull my way into daylight, and I have been trying for a week.  Just off.  I'll keep at it.  It beats being awake but immobile.  I hated that as a kid.  Hmm, what can help me push around is housework.  I might make a stab at really digging in.  Cleaning the bathroom, start to stop... finishing the last of the odds and ends dishes... and finalizing the last of the clothes.  All the clothes are done, they just need a final sorting and putting away.  That might push me back into days sooner than not.

Later.