That chicken...

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Perfect, reheated just right too.  Coffee, two of them, fatted, otherwise.

In case you forgot, fatted coffee is just with cream.  How much depends on mood and amount.  From two tablespoons to nearly half a cup... in a three quarter quart jar of the stuff, and on richer tastings.  Raw, too, from a local dairy.  No goop, or gum, preservatives, or else.  The real stuff.  The smell, and taste, of the coffee and cow juice is... splendid.

I am really off on days.  I keep thinking it is still Tuesday... morning.  Staying up so long, so often, and pushing through, still, until I collapsed... my internal clock is messed up.  Working on it.  It helps me regain night and day to know when and where I am in it, while awake.  Often I really have to work to keep those things in mind.  As Michael suggested, when they retired, that was one of the first things they lost.  And, while retired, I have refused to... give up.  It's just that it hasn't always been a choice thing, or I wouldn't be retired.

Some people slowly tick down, and their life naturally slows, and eventually stops.  Mine ran into a brick wall, and I have never recovered, not completely.  But, unlike most who hit that wall, I just kept on going, to this day, should I still be alive... as the German fairy tales used to end.  Still do?  Doubt it, save in favored stories of yore.  Anyway... my life ended in the blink of an eye, but without... ending.

Still, I try.  I have been doing better, the last few years.  Even if... no where near what most of you must know.  Even when I am not asleep, often I am not really awake.  Though, that seems true even when I am asleep.  I'm... almost never truly asleep.  I often wake, and am aware, often, even in my dreams.  Living dead?  I don't think they will know.  I know.  Dying alive, more like.

Still, I can make a mean chicken hindquarter, roast, veggie mash, soup, stew, and dressing.  I can enjoy them, sometimes, mostly.  And, I am beginning to be able, usually, to know the day, date, and time offhand... save when I push to a breaking point.  But, back to it as soon as possible.

It seems dark again, out there?  Today?  It is dark!  Weird.  It looks just like... yesterday?  the other day, when I thought it was dark, but wasn't.  I don't mind.  Could really use more rain.  Snow season is almost surely over.  But, you... never know.  The mountains can be a very strange thing, places all to their own weather and systems.  Never can tell.

The music keeps pouring in.  But I've enough, for a while.  I may put something out later.  Probably cause a fuss, among those ameliorated by the notion of other recent posts.  But kicking ant piles is something I have been doing since a wee child.  Fire ants, or other, makes no fuss to me.  *boot!*  *wink*  To which audience I am speaking, from which nature, I... say what I say.  If you don't like, go.  Most of you have.  Cool.  Go.  Or... stay, and enjoy, maybe even learn.  Difficult to say.

Another coffee...  Well, it's the second one, discussed above.  Such a pleasure.  Tired, again, even sleepy.  But I am going to try to push through to at least 18:00?  No, well maybe.  I'll try to make it to 16:00, to be honest.  If I make a few more hours, cool.  But...  We'll see.

Strange, but y.t. has completely opened up.  I am seeing new, but to, lots of old things.  Things I enjoyed, but which had gone away.  Even a version of a song which had disappeared for... years... or at least to me.  I took... that one personal.  Both ways.  Later.

As an example?  Such... things... said, sung, thought.  Oh, well, enjoy.

Or... not.