She did answer.

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Yesterday she wasn't feeling well, so slept.  Long, early.  Today they have no sun, clouds.  No rain though?  Anyway, that did as I suspected?  Who ever really knows.  She had been napping, but was awake when I called this time.  Always a bit worried, not getting through for a few days.  Not terribly worried, just that... gnawing concern.  Grows with time.  Just glad to hear her voice.

They need rain, it seems.  We could, probably, always use some too.  But we don't get rain this time of year, usually.  So, for us not getting it is the usual.  For them?  It's a problem.  But... that is farming.  It is gambling, with mother nature.  You can't win, though, with a bit of wisdom, you can lose well enough to make it through.

A few more things done, just smaller things.  I haven't gotten to dishes, dry or rinsing.  I haven't checked on laundry.  I did some things.  Ah, refilling water jug, and will be set up for finishing that this evening.  The grill is going, if I forgot it and it burned down a bit.  I am going to do the roast, on it.  Am... doing the roast.  Though, too, if there is enough going, I hope to do the chops and chicken drumsticks.  Those, I'll have, for dinner.  The roast is for the weekend and early week.  Then again, there will be leftover drumsticks and chops, I think.

As well, fresh veggies and a potato.  Life can be quite nice.  I might be sort of tuckering out.  But I have had a good week.  I even went spraying one night.  Just as a passenger, but... it was something.  Seriously, this has been a heck of a week.  And, more, I am not worn out.  I don't have much energy left.  It isn't being restored quickly.  But... I am not trashed, crushed, zapped.  I'm not even sore.  Well, the shoulders, but more just remnants from whatever was wrong with them before I even started digging in.  Actually, I am suspicious that the efforts have helped the shoulders, more than hurt them.

No.  Not bad.  And, maybe, I'll go slower this weekend.  Then pick back up next week.  Well, and get that swamp cooler chugging this weekend, setup, filled, and going.  Really, quite a good little life and week this week.  If I can keep this up, I might actually get somewhere.  Back to learning Japanese, and sewing.  I really do want to make a suit or three.  One for my funeral.  But, I'd like to wear it before I die, too, you know.

Well... on to cooking.  I'll check the roast.  Later.

Oh... someone was suggesting... something.

I had to laugh.  Women are far worse than men.  They simply ride men to do the dirty work, then deny having anything to do with it.  Or go vegan, as if that... means any less killing, rather than more... plus the extra labor involved.  Neurosis leads to the most terrible of things, it is denying the truth.  As with our little kitten.  

She thinks to save an animal, it still gets killed, and worse... if she had gone much further, in a world without sheriffs, assuming she wasn't faced with bandits, she would have done things to that animal, to eat, by natural instinct, that makes a kind butchering seem absolutely profoundly wise, which it is.  They really do think they are wiser.

Yes.  I... do have to laugh.  They know.  They, just, often, refuse to believe they know.  Some of us know, too.  And, no, I won't negotiate it, ignore it, or such.

Face the mirror and live.  Run from it and die.  Not by my hand, by your own.