Can't really get going.

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Stuck, sitting here, looking at the machine.  So tired, still a bit sore, but oddly warm.

Perhaps a bite to eat, something to sip... water, perhaps the kombucha, maybe a fatted coffee, tea?  Cool, something cool sounds better.  The rest of the beef.  Sometimes roasts are good, sometimes they are a bit rough.  I guess, as with the former USSR, we are supposed to be happy to have irregular quality, sometimes very poor quality, sometimes possibly dangerous food.  We should just be grateful with what the state provides?  Allows?  Forces?  Whatever.

Still, this last roast, and sets of food, were good.  But I will be checking brats.  If they all smell funny, right after thawing, I'll throw them and not buy more.  I can't afford to be ripped off like that.  Those were bought two, maybe three weeks ago, were frozen when I got them, remained frozen until I thawed them, and used immediately the day, probably hour, they thawed, and they... and the last batch... smelled funny and tasted dangerously bad.  Brand name, too.  Never had that before, not interested in the risk.  Too expensive, don't have the money to throw away like that.  A good deal, if they are good.  A very bad deal if rotten.

Yes, I get a bit unhappy about some things.  Oh, I'll probably make chicken thighs this evening, grill them.  I have ground corriander and onion back in stock, too!  Oh, that really does add just a bit of pop to the garlic, salt, and peppper already added.  And, sometimes, carolina reaper flakes and a few other heat sources, to... spice it up from top to bottom.  I really don't like it burning hot, just... with... smiling green eyes of heat?  Something.  Check.

Hmm, could look for that number.  Moving so slow.  Still a bit achy.  But the pain isn't direct.  It's more residual from yesterday.  And, tired, from hauling the grain while not feeling well, hurting.  Still, pleased to have done it.  Would like to do more.  Just... not much, not today.  Good afternoon and day.

Oh... a funny.  From... relatively recently.  I didn't know they could legally tell jokes, funny ones, anymore.

Oh... help arrived, and this post got mislaid for... four hours?  It ends up, his friend didn't want to go with, tonight.  So, I went with.  A final night.  But, before that, a bit of drywall patching and fixing the water heater.  Ends up it wasn't the water heater, proper, itself, which as leaking, but a connector pipe.  That has been changed, the other one needs to be, and will be soon.  So... the water heater is back, mostly, in trim.  Just another piece to replace.  While it is working, currently, it is quickly headed toward failure.  I can do that.

Just returning.  It ended up being much later, for a number of reasons.  Still, all good.  Done for the season.  House repairs for the month were completed, and all was paid.  Life is good, even if things hurt, from time to time.  As long as I can get what needs to be done, and paid, done and paid... I'll worry about else when I must.  Good day, and night.  I'll try to get to bed shortly, but it might not happen.  Good night, anyway, in hope.