Oh, right.

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I've been here, looking at things, and living, of course, the last few days.  But something happened that made me nervous.  Just a bit.  I've had over 10k hits in the last three days.  I am sure, to some bloggers, that means nothing.  Typical.  That is over 10% of the views, sum total, since I started this blog, the first post being January 20, 2007.  At first I thought it must be a connection gone haywire.  Some sort of attempt to read here that created echoes, or more... artificial independent page hits.  How would that happen?  How does lightning strike, how is a baby really conceived and born, how hot is it really on the surface of a given sun?  I don't know.  It wasn't that though, unless it is happening on many systems and browsers.  I doubt if I saw them all, but I saw at least a dozen of each of those, split evenly among the more common ones, with many from less common such as unix and using browsers I truly don't know... one even referring to the browser as "UNTRUSTED", if there were only 4 from that browser.  It only showed for a bit then disappeared.  But 10,000 page visits?  That's crazy, baby.

Oh, as to life.  The fish I ordered arrived.  All I can say, at this point, for sure, is that it looked, smelled, and felt, very good.  If you have been raised on fish, you learn to know the feel.  Any give in the flesh, any of that 'special' fish scent as it heads into poison, slime anywhere... then you do not eat it.  It is even more suspicious, in my eyes, than chicken.  Pork isn't as suspicious, if it is well done.  Only shellfish are more suspicious than fish.  Still, what I got seems to be absolutely tops.  I had to do the work of portioning and refreezing, actually cutting steaks from the tuna.  The shrimp came in two packages which will do.  One went right into the freezer.  I washed my hands before touching any of it, after unwrapping each package... which were unpackaged and process individually, then I washed my hands thoroughly between packages, and heavily washed again when done.  I really don't treat fish lightly.

As it turns out, my friend was not feeling the best, not up to cooking.  He wanted to get out though, shopping and an easier meal.  His treat.  At least I got out.  Tonight, shrimp and the rest.

Cloudy and dark lately.  Spring isn't quite here, if you go strictly by temps... or more it's spring but a hard, cold, one?  I keep trying to call it spring and it keeps resisting the title.  Still, it's nice, to my mind.  Dark but good.  The darkness is what kicks me back a step.  Cooler temps are fine.  When it's usually above freezing, and by twenty points or more, I'm easily fine.  But when it's dark, I hit the dirt and have to push to rise.  Good exercise!?!  Bah!  Later.