I gave it a shot.

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With a morning event coming up very quickly, and an evening event after that, I was hoping to work out my schedule.  All I did was bungle it.  Being cool, however, and with the bird thawed... it was nearly thawed anyway.  A short soak finished the process.  It is now in the oven, has been for nearly an hour and an half.  An hour remains, with a strong amount of give an take.  In the higher elevations food usually takes longer, and then some.  If you learn to go for a doneness, and learn that, and are patient, it'll get there.  Along with it are red potatoes, carrots, turnips, rutabaga, and celery.  The scent is quite nice.  I didn't herb and spice it all up.  Salt, pepper, and the veggies, that's that.  Oh, right, mushrooms.  I added those here at the near end of the process.  Baby portabellas and something else.

I had worried I had totally missed the morning event.  I got my days mixed up.  Easy to do when days and nights are becoming on odd ends of the day, the days become excessively long, and sleep cycles either run really short or long, each providing a slightly different problem.  It was because I thought I missed that I pushed the bird on through.  It needed cooked, I thought I had the time since I thought I had messed up.  With it as it stands, however, I have probably killed any chance I might have had to make the morning event.  I'm still hoping, and will work toward it.  I simply have serious doubts, more so now.  I hate when I mess up, not because I messed up but because I thought I had messed up so just do whatever only to realize I might have still been on track.

Yeah, it's a bit tough sometimes.  Still, being awake and doing something is better than that terrible three day a day cycle I broke from.  Ah well.  Later.  Probably good night.  While I have to wait for the bird, and then eat some and put the rest up, I doubt if I'll blog more.