When?

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I am not sure when I went to bed.  Waking at... after 20:00, probably.  Right at 21:00, with no real idea of what all happened or when.  I know I got the trash out, did chores, fed the girls and myself.  I am pretty sure I worked litter, thought maybe earlier?  Of course, earlier for me, as my days are going, is probably later for you... so... between 23:00 and 04:00?  Anyway...  I think I was to bed around 10:00 or 11:00... a bit after the latter?  If I had to bet.

Soup has been a joy.  Meat is thawed.  Bratwursts tonight, and smoking a pork butt while at it.  I may fry more crumble... various minced meats or burger if you prefer.  I need to get more salad.  Taco salads do very well.  Add cheese this time, salsa that, a bit of guacamole in there whenever.  I don't even use dressings.  Spiced hotter this time, or plainer that, italian seasoning or just basil?  Mix and match.  Well, and other fruits or veggies, a squeeze of lemon or lime juice, who knows.  Be creative.  Sometimes it'll work, sometimes not, though what didn't work a week ago, tried today, is perfect?  Food... really isn't a science.

Even if I am not human, and you are, tastes are just as buggered for us both.  Something... strange... about flesh.  I don't think it is at all what we think it is.  We are surrounded by what is not flesh.  Is that what makes our senses quirky?  Or is that the truth of sin?  Or... just a gift... the wonder of God's creation... controlled chaos, to keep the world from being too boring?  Imagine if digital was a truth as advertised, and the world really was digital.  You could make things exactly the same, every time, without huge fudging?  Remember the line about not looking behind the curtain?  Everything that seems to be exactly the same has some serious gimmickry going on.  You don't have to truth me, just... pay the hell attention.  Best start doing that, if you aren't already.  Time is almost here... for a change or end.

I'll try to get to dishes again.  I best put the birds in, if I'll leave the waterers out a while longer.  Oh, and cleaning the counters... I... yeah.  I am... doing bits, getting ahead, more than ever... or for months...  It seems to be compounding, too, finally.  Laundry, more laundry.  A shower.  Maybe a shave.  More trash, and the barrel brought back from the curb.  I... I think I will.  I think I can.  Bits and parts.  It's a start, again.  Later.