Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Who needs sleep anyway.

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I did get some sleep.  Both this time, if less, and earlier.  Both were needed, both worked as intended... no that isn't always the case.  I am just, now, getting used to sleeping every day, and well enough that I usually feel rested.  Decades of knowing no true rest before that.  You have no idea what pain is until you can't rest, don't get a break, for a year or two.  While I tease about the shortness of sleep, with having slept earlier today, and needing rest from overworking a bit, it actually is all quite good.

Fasting blood sugar is 152.

I forgot to take off the compression socks.  As well, I oiled the hands and wore gloves.  I am hoping the cotton gloves are easier to wear.  The plastic gloves make my hands, thus me, hot.  Along with the socks... might have been why I woke a little earlier.  Still, rest was achieved, so I don't actually mind.

First thing I did was the dishes.  While I still had the gloves on.  A second wash, so a rinse, then drying and putting it away and... done.  A shower before long, when I wake.  Then on to laundry and breaking down boxes.  If I get the boxes done, or even most of them, I'll take them in soon.  I need to do various shopping, visit an office, make a few calls as well.

It's not perfect, boys and girls.  I have to suffer through much to get to things, even now.  But I CAN suffer through.  I CAN focus.  I CAN go.  If, even now, not always at my leisure.  If I don't fight too much, take my time, aim and keep that focus through whatever deluge of chaos comes my way, I will get to it.  Success, also, as the story goes, breeds success.  And success is sexy.  *wink*  Still, I do only what I can, when I can, as I may.  Not always up to me.  THAT my friends is capitalism.

I won't worry about the beans until later.  And, actually, I can cook those in the pressure cooker.  Actually in one of two.  And, actually, with one of them with new parts, I would like to test it out.  To be honest, if it weren't for wanting to test the pressure cooker with new parts, I would cook the beans low and slow.  That is a nice option, and there are times when I will use the pressure cooker.  But, mostly... why?  If they are going to be flimsy, I don't know that I really want to be using them just for beans.  Well, and beans seem to clog up the works on top of it all.  When the beans are done, they may well just go into the fridge overnight, as I plan the meal for tomorrow... or even Saturday.  I want to actually meld those two recipes and fix them to my druthers.  It's the way I do anyway.  Sausage, cured smoked bacon, a pork chop, and... instead of confit?  Perhaps just regular chicken thighs?  Maybe.  I sure like the mix of meats.  Anyway... I have some time, if I really need to get going on that too.

A shower before too long, then laundry.  I am sort of off my fast, as cheeses don't wait.  A cheese is a terrible thing to waist, if 7.5 ounces, by three, is a lot of cheese.  I have, say, a fifth of it away.  Even if it wasn't necessarily liked, it is nice to let people taste things.  Who knows, I may be helping develop the next chef, or even home cook who has a nose and love of these things.  Good cheese isn't so much expensive, aside from shipping and a minor premium for some specialty cuts... but it can be difficult to find and terribly difficult to know.  Even knowing just one line of cheeses, say these washed rind, is probably beyond most save cheesemongers and a very select few chefs, connoisseurs, and even fewer just regular Joes.  I hope, only, to get a slim idea for when ordering, or looking over a recipe.  I'm... I suppose you might say... in chef school, of my own design.  Tasting is as much the game as anything.  Before you know what will fit, you have to know something.  Next time I will go with cheeses in the cheddar texture, though not cheddar.  Well, and gorgonzola.   I couldn't fit that in this last order.  It'll be a couple of months again... four.  In a couple months I am hoping to order more fish and seafood.  Though to be honest, an order of cheese and salami is less than one type of fresh fish or seafood.  Hmm...  Cut one of the seafood orders?  Maybe.

Yeah... I'll try to wake.  Then get on to some things.  Good morning and day.

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I haven't read the news today.  I am wondering if something is going on.  If not, it seems about to happen.  Never can be sure, just... a sense.

If nothing has happened, cool.  Just keep your head about you for a while.  And don't think, if it happens, that it is necessarily over.  Over there?  Watch yourself here.  These fucks are really wanting to cut, tear, burn, torture, and murder.  Hungry for it.  Be hungrier for life, though don't expect a warning.

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