Truly?

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Top of the morning to you?  Of Course!  Even on my worst day I don't begrudge my enemy a good day.  Good days, dark options, and blood in their tears provide an opportunity for another way.  But you, most of you, most of the time, aren't my enemy even so.  And, when you are, and happen to visit, do I not seed your tears with blood?  So it is.  That isn't, any of it, the point.

In my shape, with all that is still problematic, that I still have cheer, which I do.  Simply hoping a smile through toil and pain, unforced and without any ends other than to exhibit a joy for life, might be worth explaining, pointing out, sharing.  I can't do much for folk, am often enough a downer-debby.  A spot of light without too much blood and pain in conjunction is hoped to be welcomed.

Again, top of the day, morning, to you.

Beans are on the boil.  Soaked overnight.  Boil?  No, not any more... simmer.  That and burger will be the main of my food this week, if in part because I burned other meat.  While I won't need to starve, I will need to be of some serious care with each penny.  Food like this stretches coin greatly.  Then I can do part of what I suggested last month more easily.

Dishes today, another shower, counters and stove, plus the trash arranged and readied. What all of that though today?  If all, I may add a few things tomorrow.  Next week is for social security and collecting dry trash, going through boxes, tossing everything from books to asunder home goods.  That will go hand in hand with the seeming abandoned effort to clear wall space in the rooms.  That... the purpose of it too...  I had more intense things come up.  Haven't given up on that, the timeline is simply longer.

Yes, good morning and day.  Later.