The last of the chicken.

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Amazing how well that tasted, how well it lasted.  And, the whole hindquarter is so much better than just the drumstick or thigh alone.  I cooked those just enough to be eaten, and yet heated without overcooking.  And, the chicken was good.  The last few batches of chicken I have purchased have been... off.  To put it nicely.  Dated at best, slightly rotten to be honest.  Couldn't eat them.  Some of them were so bad, that while cooking, the smell was so wrong that I didn't even bother trying them.  I could tell by the smell, fifteen minutes or less in, that they weren't human, or probably animal, consumable.

While chicken, to start, isn't my favorite, when fresh, and cooked correctly, it's... not bad.  And this was a step or two above not bad.  I guess chicken can just be questionable, far too often.  But, when it is truly fresh, correctly, cut, correctly cooked, and warm to hot, it... really can be delicious.  I'd love to raise them myself, but... getting them cleaned, processed, and frozen, in time, is a heck of a task.  I have helped another do it.  It's a tight racket.

Now to get to a shower.  A bit tired, and digesting breakfast... yes, chicken for breakfast.  And a fatted coffee.  I got my teeth scrubbed, right after breakfast.  Really need a shower, next.  

The sun is out.  It has been up and out for an hour, maybe nearing two?  But it is still only 32 out there!  All good.  More snow?  I... can't say.  I was going to suggest we were going to get snow, last week.  But I didn't think it was possible, so didn't say what I felt.  I guess we really have had it, been getting it.  Meh.  Still, I... don't like saying such things these days.  People really don't like when you do, more so if you are correct?

My heart hurts.  Not sure why.  Well, other than pushing harshly for the last week?  Yea.  Not in physical effort, but in switching my schedule.  Like needles, through the heart.  Just... from time to time.  Yea, it could be bad.  But, at this point, what would they do about it?  Just as likely make sure it is fatal, even if it wasn't going to be.  I... don't trust them.  Not after what I have been through.  I've had this before, though.  And... generally just take things down a notch and make it through.  Eventually I won't, but... valar morghulis... as fiction bleeds into reality.  Even the Christ, for a while.

Well... on to... something?  But what?  I'm not ready to shower, or mess with laundry, or much.  And y.t. has closed back down.  Meh... Just a spin around the web?  Would love a nap, but... not quite yet.  I'll... think on it.  Hmm, I could, maybe, begin sorting boxes and unboxed materials in the living room and spare bedroom?  After some web viewing.  Later.