So close.

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Much done.  While I didn't get the beans put up, they weren't quite done when I had to sleep, I turned off the heat, put on a heavy lid, and woke to perfect beans, still fresh.  A few times ago at the grocery store I found diced ham, marketed as pizza topping.  In eight ounce packages, selling at pound prices.  No bone, prediced, worth a shot.  I had two packets of that thawing while I slept.

Not sure if two is too much yet, since I use beans that way, with burger for burritos, and maybe in chili.  What I can say is that, to me, it is well worth the coin.  Heck yeah I like it all butcher or otherwise fresh, then homecooked and processed.  As any actual right homemaker will tell you, that simply isn't possible.  It isn't just for time, effort.  We all have certain chores... Working a blade through cold meat, after cooking, cooling, deboning, for some of us, can end up being a showstopper.  Okay, I am finally getting that.  Can do sometimes for some things, but on this dish I beg the onus be lifted.  Delicous, add in cheese and fresh diced onion, tops.  Sour cream, whole cream, creme fraiche, or such, and a spice or herb such as fresh chive?  Don't force, just if you happen to have a dab, dot, or dash.  Make do and more, God is a gifting Host.

Sleep was great.  Pushing four hours through eyes hurting to near tears, the work, the satisfaction, or some combination brought deep good sleep.  I worried, as I was crashing, if it would get hot and torment my slumbering mind.  A shriek of worry as I was swallowed by the dark vortex, far from any means of doing a thing about it.  A shrug, to let the worry go, right before Zen was accomplished.  It worked out.  If it got too hot I didn't notice.


Such dreams of late.  Then to wake to foreign songs which... bear some aspects.  I caught a couple, but will only share one, and this isn't nearly as sweet as my dreams, just bearing a bittersweet, comparatively resistant, resemblance.  Through most of the night, nymphs and women... restored, healed, touched.  Sexual?  More sensual if that isn't a thing men are patient with.  Almost but not quite beautifully tortuous.  Spared from insanity through it by a strange... grace?  Yes!  I woke the better for it, if a vow ended broken for it.

Dishes, paperwork, the bill post-dated, a plant repotted, some cooking, a shower and a real shave.  A crash in there somewhere if with the hope to place the paid bill and post the paperwork tomorrow.  Yeah.  Then to stay awake and aware enough to check a few things weekly, going forward, perhaps automating one of the bills.  Ugh but this is a suffering.  Later.