Finally found the phone.

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No messages or calls.  Voicemail was full though, but it wouldn't have been a call.  A final package for the month arrived, lemon juice.  In bulk.  I took one bottle out for upstairs and immediately took the rest downstairs, to be shelved.  Then I broke down the box immediately.  I think that is the only way to fly.  Assuming I am able.  I was, this time.

Still, technically, on break, but thirsty, I mixed two portions of that to one portion of apple cider vinegar, plus a goodly dose of sea salt, then about doubled that with water.  No, not for one sitting.  That should be enough for, say, two stiff double shots a day, either back to back or as wanted, for a week.  Boy did that wet the whistle.  I needed it.

I am, currently, just waiting for the timer to go do something with the beef.  It is... rather done... in a moist way.  Then I'll probably do a small pan of peas, then beats.  I sort of want them both.  Hungry.  Oh, probably just a small dose of kefir, while at it.  Then a good long break before getting to some other things.  Calls first.  Then dishes.  The dishes are going to be a lot of work.  I am running way out of steam.  We will see if a second... third... fourth is it? wind comes upon me.

Ah, the alarm.  Later.