Christmas, part of it.

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I had to ask, pointedly.  Mother finally told me some things she would want.  She required that I keep the price low.  Well, okay.  Mostly.  The problem was that I couldn't decide between two options... so I chose them both.  Which about doubled what she said.  Shut up.

They arrived today.  She say she likes them.  Who know.  I know... I... never believe.  Still, I did what I could.  And almost within her constraints.  Bleh.

So cool, cold really.  It doesn't make sense.  I am dressed as warmly as reasonable.

I did have lunch.  I am set to fry the burger, and have a taco salad.  No beans, this time.  With blood sugar doing so well, I hate to lose it.  It is almost amazing.  As I said, I have eaten this type of food for some time now.  Why would it all of a sudden work?  It had worked, before, then stopped working.  If I suspect my food was being sabotaged.

Just a tune which makes me think.  How can a man pray more than half his life for healing to not find it, or even get close?  Eventually, even the most mule-stubborn must realize it isn't going to happen.  Then begin sorting out how to deal with what life has become.  Have to be awake enough to be aware enough.  But, as that is taking place, as one is getting used to being nonfunctional AND unable to die... well...  Even now I have impossible hopes.  But... just that.  I know it.

Best get to... something.  Was looking for another song, just... didn't feel it.