Chili, hotdogs, and corn.

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Stuffed to the gills.  I did enjoy not just eating, but making the meal.  Oh, sure, simple.  Plain.  But food that, at least in Iowa, probably Utah, Nebraska, Kansas, Missouri, and a few other states, is the food of celebrations, it was good.  Blue collar folk don't have steaks often, and almost never for kids.  But, hot dogs, corn, and chili?  Well, even adults enjoy that.

Memories.  Funny thing?  I hated hot dogs, and bologna, as a kid.  I actually started liking these in my 30s.  I didn't try, it just happened.  But... when it happened?  That caused me to start working at liking the other things I hated as a kid.  The first thing I began working on was cabbage.  And, now I love the stuff, brussels sprouts took a like longer, but I love it even more... just can't afford it usually.

It has already dropped below 80.  And it will probably drop quickly, as much as ten degree an hour, or more, as the night goes on.  Though, maybe, it will be rude and not play by civil normalcy and keep warm all night just to prove me wrong.  How rude!  But, it happens.

Now?  I did empty the top freezer.  But it wasn't icy.  It smells.  But, that... cranky freezer smell.  I just put what was staying back, pulled three or four packages to set to thaw, and will... think about it.  Other than that, no work.  Well, I did husk the rest of the what was left from the dozen ears of corn I broke into last night.  Out, while it was 92, and yet quite comfortable.  Very... strange...

No, I think I'll go on to bed.  Shortly.  Not quite yet, but by 21:00?  I can hope.  I'm a bit overly full.  Supper wasn't just fun, it was filling.  Still, I think I can be to bed early, finally, tonight.  And, maybe, tomorrow.  Then, try to be up earlier in the mornings.  I want my days back.  Hot or cold, I... want to be getting up by four to six.  Maybe get a shower first thing, or get dressed if I'm not going to shower until later.  I'll do my best.  Goodnight.