I keep being amazed.

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It isn't just the soup, as it ended up tonight.  The flavors, textures, simple spices, but how absolutely filling it is.  Two medium to large bowls of the stuff absolutely stuff me.  But... it's... mostly water.  This wasn't even thick tonight.  but it had enough veggies to keep something, besides water, in two thirds of the spoons.  Might be a small bit, but... excellent.  I didn't even add chicken meat to this, or very very little.  I used the remainder of the mushrooms... all that was good of what I had purchased.  Less than a single package, perhaps half, served for a full day pot of soup.

I crashed this morning, shortly after the last post.  I thought I might be able to make it.  I did chores, but didn't remember doing them.  Then I crashed so hard it almost hurt.  I would guess between 06:30 and 08:00?  I... just don't know.  I didn't wake until 18:36?  I think so... a text.  It had been sent earlier, but phones don't log when sent, but when received.  Bleh.

The youngling... a man, just a younger one... visited.  Trying to figure out some tools and toys.  He has been working on a cutting board... a family heirloom which broke.  Tools for it, some mine, some his, got it going.  He... did a pretty good job.  I got to see the work.  I thought the whole epoxy thing, in woodworking, was probably bogus.  I... guess not.  He seems confident in how to do it.  I... might... if some things happen, get into woodworking?  In any case, I see something is real that I thought was fiction.

But, I also purchased staples, which probably don't fit the tool of mine for which I purchased them.  He might be able to use them.  I have replaced some of the nails he allowed me to use, but not the staples.  If it works with his, but not mine... I'll give them to him.  Otherwise I need to take them back.  I'll pick up some I can use, and probably a pack for him as well.  Business is paying back, plus a bit if possible.

A shower was never taken.  I was lucky to do chores.  As I said, I fell so hard I wasn't sure if I had done chores.  Ducks are in, earlier, when I woke.  I've been letting the rabbits enjoy their water.  I'll collect and refill those in a bit.  Then to shower, shave, and perhaps do dishes through the night?  So tired.  Maybe make it to the post, never did that either.  Ugh.

Oh, I passed a few extra dollars, for extra milk.  I have been going through kefir like crazy, but haven't been able to get out and pick up more milk.  Everything is down to starter cultures.  Tomorrow is new milk, so should be okay.  Oh, and I filtered out a quart of whey from the last, overdone, kefir jar.  All good, I had wanted to get whey.  I put a bit of it in a container of fresh salsa from the store.  I'll turn it, and burp it, from time to time.  It is is the store, airtight, container, so needs air occasionally anyway.  I'd also like to get cabbage, and try probiotic homemade sauerkraut, and make a jar... a pint or two or quart... of fermented red onion.

The life of a foodie?  Who knew?  It isn't... easy.  But it isn't hard.  It's a matter of getting into a pattern.  My problem is my pattern is all over hell, back, and on up.  I travel long, hard, and wide, if with attention to God.  I do His will.  Hey, don't think I'm the only one He sent to hell... even the one that He loves more than... anything we here understand.  And, still... He never asks of us what He wouldn't, hasn't, done Himself.  *wink*

Later.