Up to 60.

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Just 60.  But, it's... good.  The furnace is still on, for if it weren't it would be cold in here.  While 60 sounds nice, that is only compared to 26, like just this morning.  But it's... not nice.  If you are out in the wild, at 60, you... need to be dressed warmly.  I do.  Even when I could handle the cold, 60 is right on that edge.  And, with wind, and sometimes cloud?  Definitely need a bit extra, a jacket, or layers elsewise.  And wool socks are pleasant, cotton will do for indoors... which is where I am and so it is.

The burger had gone bad, so... oh well.  I have had salad, two salads.  Nothing fancy, but it is something.  Didn't want to bother with more, or tuna or salmon out of bags would have done, I suppose.  Some suggest against pouches, but those really are better.  While one might get punctured, most won't.  And I haven't had one get a hole in it yet.  Plus, I can share out a portion, without giving up too much.  Enough for a meal, or two, without shying myself too much.

Daydreams... killing a worm.  Not... a nightcrawler type, a baby dragon type.  And, while it sounds small, worms are... more than the word pronounces.  Worms eat each other, then become wyrms, which do the same, to eventually eat their way to dragonhood.  Or... so they are told.  I... think there is only one evil dragon, and it won't share it's identity.  Further, I don't think any but such an angel can fly that far from heaven.  Still, they try.  Anyway, one worm down.  If... too... they don't really die.  You can repatriate them to the hell they are from, but you can't kill them.  If there is one who could do that, it is God.  And... He has said "no".  I did send it home.  Rather easily, this time.  I smote it, with but a word.  I think I pulled a St. Michael.  *grins*

Chores done, trash barrel brought back, Sassy fed and tended.  Weather checked.  I should go out, but I... just can't.  Today.  I'll try tomorrow.

Another daydream.  But this I won't share.  You, some of you, don't handle the other side of things well.  Even if I have assured, that isn't my gig.  So be it.  But, for me, it was... interesting.  I'm never sure, exactly, what it is I am seeing.  Is it a temptation?  A damnation?  Or even a flirtation, from one source or another.  From the right side of things, it doesn't matter.  Odd how, in a bedroom, lots of things can happen, which appear quite normal but are anything but.  Just... saying.  And, yes, even she can be the instigator... alligator...  *grins*  The few imaginative women I have been with have blown me away.  Most are rather dull, about all that.  Which, actually, is fine for my part.  I don't need her to imagine, I can do that quite well.

I'll have to get something else going for food.  I am out of good meat.  The other package in there is a package of chops from... far too long ago.  Burger, chicken, a roast?  Yea, that should do.  But, I want to clean the pots, pans, and few dishes needing it.  So I can cook right away, tomorrow most likely, as the meats thaw.  Those three things would provide plenty of food for a week, if I cook it right when it thaws, put it away right as it hits room temp, and am careful when pulling it for partials, that I don't leave it out too long, and only take what I will eat.

I am trying to be very careful with food.  But... I should have eaten these foods.  I just couldn't cook, or get to things.  So... it's a waste, but... too... it isn't.  It would have been eaten if I could have.  More would have gone beside it.  So... a waste, but... not in excess of expectations.  Actually, the opposite.  I should have eaten three or four more packages of meat in that time.  Meh.

Be well, blessings, prayers, and stay warm and and ready.  Good day.