Bon mot?

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As it turns out, not what I thought.  Two words, spoken, as I woke yesterday.  I couldn't remember their meaning, near or far.  Good word, literally, from French... funny intelligent phrase, after being stolen into American English at least.  I had wondered if it meant good death.  That would have been bon mort, perhaps... not sure if good death is a philosophy keen in the West, European or American... or yet... again?  Then again maybe that is what was said.  It wasn't my tongue, and my ear is lousy for French these days.  I do wonder.

Why?  It seems an odd term to blurt on such a day.  It, either way, got me thinking about death.  I just thought it would be mine, or more a runin with it.  Dunno.

Three meals the last three days.  Bad foods, but something.  Blood sugar is 226, bp is 153/110, pulse 83 (before morning meds, I'll recheck in an hour).  Not great, but I had to have calories and have no other reasonable option.  One more day, two actually as the meat will be frozen tomorrow and will take a day to thaw, then I will be back to right food.

And bone broth.  I ordered beef bones, and froze the chicken backs etc from the butchering.  A short boil clean of the beef bones, baking all bones for an half hour to hour, then overnight in the hot tub.  Yeah, it is super to have true good broth (it is stock if you add veggies).  After pricing broth... making my own is seriously worth it.  Mostly spared for fasting days, though good for bolstering intermittent fasting and adding nearly pure good fats by combining with cream.  Plus, a natural way to replace what the waterpill dumps in way of minerals.

I'll check on my feathered friends in a bit.  I'll be keeping healthy(er) in the pen, which means water now.  I will also be putting water and food near the wounded, should they be alive.  I'll check on them all through the day, all the living.  I wish there was more I could  do.  As is I'll be doing good to get food and pay bills.

I did get a letter written, for social security.  I think one form has been completed, with a backup copy.  It may be too late, but...

More laundry, food, a shower, the ducks and cats, plus trash out today.  I'll try.  A bit of tea, then hot fatted tea, gaming... to wake... then to my fowl friends, in whatever state they may be.  I'd love to bury the ones who die, don't think the ground will yield.  Freeze until spring?  It's their home.

Later.
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You know, to something like Death, or War, bon mort might well be (or a) bon mot.  Just snarled up in the darker side of light... or the opposite.  Never can have certitude.

Now go away or I shall taunt you a second tima.  Seriously, you have been warned.