A very good sleep.

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Warm, almost too warm.  Had to open up the blankets, kick my feet out, both, and more once in a while.  Mostly as I started the waking trajectory.  Sassy sleeps with me, pretty much, every night.  I wake through the night and itch her back, shoulders, and else for just a bit, then go on back to sleep.  Sam doesn't visit anymore.  Not sure... what that is all about.  Then again, Sam has me to herself, mostly, downstairs.  Do cats make deals?  Sure seem to have.

Some aches.  I have been slightly more active.  But very mild aches.  I may take anacin, as I have only had one actual dose, for all my chatter on the topic, in the last week, perhaps two weeks.  When I say "I'm gonna", "I will", "I should", even sometimes "I have"?  Well, it's not always so much how it ends up.  Or was.  Still, I don't mind once or twice a week.

I made a small pot of soup last night.  Turned out fantastic.  I don't know how that is possible, but I'll take it.  Some things get better with time, this was one of those things.  I have just enough for one last batch of soup today, and I am going to enjoy it.  Laundry, the last load, is getting a warming fluff first thing.  I'll hit the dishes, pull them so as to shower... trim my whiskers first, then reset the dishes after I finish.  Trash and recycling are the major domestics for today.

If I can get out, today or tomorrow, perhaps a very small little bit of shopping.  More veggies for more stews.  I think a pork stew would be good.  And, so, pork hocks, chicken feet, honeycomb tripe, and maybe various meat bones too?  Oh, and I really need to begin making more bone stock.  This time I'd like to make chicken and beef.  I really don't want to make pork broth.  I'll tell you, if you want a cup of good, a cup of that... chicken, beef, even pork, you will get what you desire.  

And, as for soups and stews, you honestly can't beat this stuff.  Does it heal gut leak?  Shut up with that metro soy shit.  It just returns things your body burns through and very little of the modern diet replaces.  And there is a taste, once you get trained to?  Your body knows what is good for it, when you quit sugar and else.  It knows this stuff is golden.  Curative?  You were born dying, get used to it.  It's a one-way street.  But you... don't have to cooperate with it.  Neither full on hedonisms, nor pure austerity, will save you.  This isn't a mix, and it won't save you either.  It will just allow you to live a little more... of a reasoned little life.

Yes, I opened it back up.  Why?  Because.  I said so?  I did so.  Oh well.  Though I don't if any will return, so...  no problem.  Later.