Still pretty cool out there.

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Up nine points, to 41, just a bit before 08:00.  I had to close the windows.  The cold was getting into the house.  It had dropped from 68 when I came down to 65.  Very strange, those windows had been open all night already.  Maybe morning air movement was bringing it in, but I didn't feel that.  Just, of a sudden, a sudden frigid environment.

Someone is visiting very old posts.  I'm never sure why.  Just as stories?  Is there some understanding, belief, or the want of such?  I never can tell why.  Some of those stories bring back rather strong memories.  Nancy, Shelly before her, the pressures of chastity when... I didn't know better, of my own accord.  I simply knew that... some things weren't allowed by civil society, in spite of almost being pushed by it?  The confusion as lies build up and pregnancies can happen.  It's all a trap, and, yet, not.  It just seemed, doing the right thing, or the wrong thing, made me the bad guy.  Even by the bad guy who became the good guy who... wanted me to be the bad guy.  I was the bad guy, I just... didn't want to... make babies, quite yet.

Other memories, thoughts.  Someone is digging.  Dreams, which... may or may not have anything to do with a past I don't remember.  Dreams, of course, always have elements of fiction, or often can.  But... not always.  And, not always the one some suspect.  I account my dreams as well as I may.  Even if I know something in the dream is not accurate to life, I write it as I dreamed it, not as I know it.  And I pretty much stick to the script, even if I don't like the script.  The dream isn't mine to alter.

But very strange what is being picked to review.  All good.  I do see that my blog, like myself, is slowly dying.  I'm not sure which will hit bottom first.  Probably the blog.  I am not even certain it is being allowed visibility, if I do my part in that.  I think other parties make even a direct search difficult.  If one doesn't have a link to a post by which to enter, access may not be easily made.  My guess, then, is this is an old timer.

I think I have chased off most friends.  Or... such.  Not sure there are friends, online.  The question?  Are friends electric?  I'm not sure about those I do know.  Real life or internet.  I know nothing.  I promise.  I can only be a friend, as I know how to be, and leave others to their own devices.  Friends, for my part.  Probably alone in that.  Not a sadness, and understanding.

Gaming, a bit.  They keep changing it.  I'm not sure for the better.  Game play is more possible.  But, then, they keep changing it, pulling hacks, little cheats, and such, without really giving any balance to what was lost.  Which is why I really hate what they do with games anymore.  I would like to see them make each update available, at the various levels, so we can choose what bugs, glitches, and else, we would prefer.  Rather than just take whatever they shovel out.  It really, once we buy it, isn't their game.

Yeah, rant after rant.  Won't change anything.  Everything is about nearly criminal propaganda at this point.  Selling, stealing, pushing, shoving, to the beat of a drummer you really don't won't to join, not that one's dance.  But, most do.  If they aren't on his payroll, they are merely there for the other bennies.  Thankfully, those bennies come with a hell of a price.  Just... not necessarily here.

I have quit avoiding some sweetener.  I need that, a few times a week.  If it jacks my blood sugar, so be it.  I have tried non-carb sweeteners, and will stick with them, but I will use them.  Having a fatted coffee, with (even so) a minor dose of two types of sweeteners, neither of which strong enough to provide flavor alone.  And, sometimes, I am just going to have to eat carbs.  I can't really keep up on a keto diet.  I do my best, but... it's more a goal than a pure reality.

And a final grump?  Well, yes.  No matter how many times I have tried, I have never been able to sharpen my straight razors to a level where they shave without pulling, tearing, shredding, or otherwise not cutting well.  I have looked at many videos, tried many techniques and various equipment to that end, all to no good.  If it warms, and I can get my kitchen table back to a level, neat, clear, plain, I am going to try again.  Again, again, they ask?  Yes!  Failure after failure after failure, and you are still going to try?  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Until I die or succeed, yes.  Damned things.  But, yes.  Here is a video on stropping, which I also doubt if I have down.  Though, that may just be because I am not sharpening well enough.  Bleh.

Why?  Because I want to, because I said so, because I will!  Later.