Quite a month, for the blog.

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Blogger claims 6,226 visitors for the month.  I don't do advertising, so it doesn't matter.  Never sure... about anything.  It's my third highest stat, averaging half that, give or take 500, generally.  Or in the last three to four years.  I've quit, or tried to quit, other blog trackers.  Most set my security programs off.  Some just won't go away, quit.

Have you ever heard a cat whine?  I just did.  It's the strangest thing.  My bedroom door is shut.  I guess she wanted in.  I just... you can't always get what you want...

I went completely off the rez last night.  Had a burger and regular soda.  That... I think it's like putting leaded into an unleaded engine?  I haven't been doing all that good this week.  That didn't help.  When out, if I forget my tea, to be honest, I think regular soda IS the best option.

There were problems with some of the keys on some doors.  New keys.  For the Boss.  Still sticky.  This time he offered my own advice, DW-40.  And, yes, it worked.  Funny how I can solve someone else's problem quickly, but not my own, even when, or after, recently offering that same fix.  Then again, I doubt if I am alone.  We just get used to something being as it is, well, and the fear of the mess of a real fix?  Yeah.  A fix can be fast and painless, or it can turn into an expensive, painful, week or month long foray into pain and deprivation.  Yes, it can.

I saw a bug back on the plant my mother sent.  Tiny, smaller than fleas, a flea's flea.  Could barely see it.  Killed it, if that won't be enough.  Hit it with diatomatious earth, but see that as only a temp fix now.  I'll begin searching for something else, a true bug killer. These things ate two and an half of the three leaves on this plant in two days.  They will kill it if I don't end them.  It finally has seven to nine new, if mostly tiny still, leaves coming in.  I will save this plant if I can.  Amazing how much these tiny bugs can eat, and how fast!  I suspect they are from the other plants, which are much more resistant.

No letter from the mailman. He isn't going to write anything.  I'll have to forgo that.  Waited all this time for nothing.  I really am beginning to wonder about some things.

Some folk don't understand, fully, my fear of my mother dying.  We are rather... connected.  If she goes first, the tie will not be severed.  If not born of her, I was certainly born for her.  I... would be closer, on into death and yet somehow more resistant to it for that.  Believe as yo wish.  I am all but certain.  As with my cousin who visited, only ongoing... difficult to bear in ways you can't understand.

Later.