A few more things.

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More water filtered and jugs filled, a shower as intended but you never know.  Then a couple of quarter inch, silver dollar sized cuts from the roast... heated at eaten.  A few other small details, here and there.  Can't get to much else.  It's staying warm.  It was to 72 outside, last I checked.  Inside, down here, it is staying around 78/79.  There is a breeze, it is cool, it just doesn't seem to change much.

I sat and watched vids, regarding sewing, camp gear, and such.  I would much rather get to sewing, but I just haven't gotten to the upstairs yet.  I have so many things to do, and am doing them.  But, it seems like every time I do something down here, I find ten other things.  And, then, get lost doing things down here, never getting up there.

Tomorrow I want off.  I have chicken and roast, so don't need to cook much.  I would like to get dishes reset.  Actually, clean off the freezer, then reset the dishes, and get those going.  Then maybe upstairs?  Or, perhaps, if I can, working on the upstairs a bit, tomorrow morning?  I am seriously just hoping it will be cool enough to sleep up there tonight.  Being so warm, even this late, outside and in, I don't know.  Shouldn't have turned the ac off.  Oh well.

Still, really, not a bad day.  Little things.  But many of them.  Oh, and trash to the curb tomorrow.  Recycling?  Not sure.  But trash for certain.  And I think recycling too.  Not sure I have enough to bother with for that though.  Tomorrow needs to be lite.  Then, to hit things hard, Monday, again.  I have lots of things still to do!  And, being able finally, I... won't let go until I crash, or die.  Goodnight.

Man, I'm not sure what has happened to the world.  All I know is, I want very little to do with it.  The less as time passes and the more I see.  It's like everyone just gave up, or in, or out.  And, while I may be different, I reject that, not what is right, good, true.  I'm not sure which are worse, the actors or those who watch, mockingly or enviously.

Oh, I have no belief that leaving will change that.  However, leaving the place the once knew rightness and more, but gave it up for a handful of baubles?  Being part native to this nation, and having seen what both my first and recent folk have done?  It's... best to find... another place.

Not sure that is possible.  Maybe.  Though, sometimes, God makes you sit in the result of your choices.  At one time, I was definitely of, or considering, clownworld.  Then I ran into the real Big Guy.  Sure, trying to pilfer His qualities, for my own crass purposes, but still.  He must have seen potential.  Anyway...