Time flies.

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Dinner is being prepared.  I thawed corned beef a bit back.  I wasn't sure it would be good.  Surprisingly it was.  I wasn't going to fool with it if it wasn't, not an inch.  To be truth, if it wasn't good, I would have gone to town.  I didn't really want to cook.  Some of it will go for sandwiches, some, I hope, will go toward corned beef hash.  I'd like to try my hand at it.

I don't know if I have played this song before.  It took my fancy one night.  And serves as a warning to women who... play it too coy, avoid letting things be know.  Not my problem these days, never really was.  Still, they should be warned.  Time is ticking and men have lost patience.  Then again... not sure it is wise for young men to jump in.  Especially not secular men.  No good reason to wed, without having a notion of God, wanting children, and being poorer than her... which she finds as repulsive as he should.  Tick tock.  Or... it's just a song to enjoy.  Whatevs.

I best check.  I'm going to add another corned beef.  I am thawing a chicken, a couple pounds of hamburger, and a steak.  Maybe I can keep up on my food myself for a bit.  Later.