Chops and salad.

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Nothing fancy.  I grilled four chops but only ate two.  Wonderful.  But... two was enough.  After I had the salad, with my homemade dressing.  Sometimes I do very well with it.  This was one of those times, by how I gauge things.  A perfect little dinner.  With leftovers.

It is still warm, but... cooling, slowly.  I can feel it trying to move through the house.  The house is resisting.  I can't believe I am awake this late, given all that was done.  Not everything hoped, or even planned.  But... a start.  Maybe, this week, I might be able to sort out life, a bit.

More foods coming in, and a few other things.  Plans are being made, things are being done, food and supplies are being bought and managed.  If nothing else, at least I am keeping up on putting foods and supplies away within a day or two at most, though usually on the same day they arrive.

So close, on that end.  Oh, I'll... never be ready.  You... can't be ready.  I promise, there will be billionaires, who planned every detail, had assistants curate and arrange, purchases and storage, who will end up without something(s) big, little, vital even.  It... will happen.  Imagine having poor vision, and as one of the movie greats had it, that one pair of glasses you were planning on using to read, finally, every book you had dreamed of, only to have that shattered.  With no second pair, and no way to repair, or read, otherwise.  Oh... it'll happen.

The thing funny about the apocalypse?  It... won't skip the rich.  They are, in some larger part, targets.  Targets which won't be, can't be, missed.  Now, total obliteration, or a mere flesh wound, may well depend on... how serious their crimes.  It won't even be the riders who go after them.  It will be the people they have murdered, or are about the kill, or arranged for to die.  The sheep will do their duty, finally... some of them.  Though, the wolves in sheep's clothing will be revealed, as well.  Evil for evil.  Amen.

Well, I suppose.  I could watch a show, as I try to cool off?  Or go right on to bed?  So warm, still.  Yet so tired, sleepy.  Yeah, I may just try to go on to bed.  Goodnight.