Days back to days?

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I never can tell if what seems to be happening is what is happening.  I am awake and it is nearly 19:00.  My days and nights could flip at a moments notice.  It's is a treacherous world, more than for most, in which I attempt to gain purchases or advantage, or even mild contracts of will.  Still, every time I can bring myself to focus to remember, I go that way.  It might be the way of pain.  It is the only way I know.  Screw the notion of it being bracing, or a challenge, or such.  It is, sometimes, simply a duty to which I have sworn myself.  I won't complain.  I have seen what happens when folk surrender.  I'll keep at it.  Even if I don't, can't, always know what the score is, or even what the game, or rules, or anything is.

I did complete the rice, and put it up.  The eggs where peeled and put up.  And the beans have been soaking for a goodly bit.  I may actually reset those to a fresh soak.  I ought to pull some hamburger from the freezer as well.  Hamburger is lambasted as poor man's food, but only in these times of luxury can we say that.  Take away electricity and you will see how valuable it is.  A luxury item, at one time, now a basic food item.  I may or may not do a pot of lentils tomorrow.  Those do well with the others and on their own.

I called my friend and let him know that, when the seafood arrives, if he does the other parts I would bring some buy to share out.  It is better to share, by far.  As I've told my friend, I have been well gifted by many, even the many.  I won't say I deserve it, only that when I have needed I have had what I needed, and sometimes what I wanted.  I am merely a student in the area, practicing what I was taught.  I remember my mother, today, suggesting her mother had taught her much.  She was talking about cooking, specifically.  Though I know more was taught.  And it's funny, as I was thinking, several times lately, of how much she has taught me.  More along the lines I am writing here, though cooking too.  I forgot to tell her.  I will.  She should know she is appreciated while I can tell her.

Tired, but not too tired.  Yesterday was quite good.  I won't be doing much tomorrow.  A bit of cleaning, cooking the beans, maybe some other cooking, and a shower.  Monday I might try to get out again.  Just a trip to the sand pit for some plinking.  A box of .45's, maybe a box of 9 mm.  I'd love to get the .22s out, but I just haven't reached the number of reserves I feel comfortable with, so as to shoot more.  Perhaps another few thousand?  I ought to check my reserves.  To be honest, if it all goes downhill and fast, .22 is the round I expect to be using the most.  At least over the long haul.  Assuming survival.  But when haven't I been so "lucky"?

Forgive if I am a bit forgetful.  I know there was something I was supposed to do here on the blog.  Well, and several things I meant to do in the cave too.  I'll keep at it.  Eventually I will be less far behind.

Good night.