Just gaming.

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Not perfect, but not horrible.  Can't do much else, even eat.  And I am hungry.  My stomach has been growling for the last five hours.  And, I was hungry when I went to bed, and through the night.  Just not hungry enough, then to now, to eat.  Yet.  I am doing okay, in the game.  But I am far from truly proficient.  I couldn't focus, to figure out a few moves.  I had been doing them before, but seem to have lost the grooves for a few things.  I'll... review how to do the ones I want.  Soon.

Ah, while writing this, I remembered to call the V.A.  No appointment was set up, but a message was passed to my doctor's office.  I am sure he will require a blood test, a number of them, and possibly other things.  So, I'd like to get that in, then have the information waiting for him when he talks to me on the phone.  Now I just have to wait for a call.

It is 56 outside, or was an half hour ago.  I doubt if it has warmed.  With the furnace at 68, the house is staying between 68 and 71 up here, near the computer.  Fall is well and truly upon us.  But it is a truly pretty year, this year... the leaves... nice colors, still plush.

Pickles, capers, shampoo, and some bangles, by which to hopefully craft an arm pin cushion.  I've seen some of those, created by some of my sewing gurus, and with ideas on how to make my own.  They aren't good, and I am allergic to base metals, but I plan on layering them in cloth, even adding padding... not just for the needles, but also around the wrist if more lightly.  They were due in yesterday, but it amazon didn't suggest they were out for delivery.  Today it says these are out.

Baby pickles? Capers?  Beside for egg salads, also I really want to craft beef tartare this coming month.  I won't be able to make much.  Perhaps an half pound of meat, depending on the price.  But, yeah, I have been wanting to do that for years now.  I know I like it.  I would guess I should be able to do just as well as any chef, on the plainer side of things.  Shampoo?  Someone got most of my stash.  I had two or three bottles... gone, save for what I was using.  They left the conditioner, though.  Rather strange.

Chilly.  But I am hoping the nurse calls, and we get this set up, before long.  I am starting to get tired again.  I am not sure I can do much else, or for long.  But, I will keep the phone, a bit of paper, and a pen near the bed.  And... try to answer any calls that come through.  I do my best, but I'm sort of in a pickle.  Still, I would like to wait for the ups packages.

Hmm... something to eat.  Well, and I may check the kefir.  I did my first change yesterday.  But it might be doable again.  It had really thickened well.  Though, maybe not.  Kefir is weird.  Warm, cool, mood... it isn't always as one would think.  Remember the show The Blob?  I think it was?  I... am all but sure that is what it was based on.  Either that, or sourdough starter?  Something.

I remember that from when I was... quite young.  Asking my mom about the stuff, and whether it could be real.  She could have teased me, but was usually... usually... pretty nice to me about truths.  And, when she fibbed, she gave it away (if I don't think she had to).  She could lie, with the best, but usually didn't.  Too honest?  I think it's a family thing.

I may call my brother.  I won't reach him, most likely.  But... that's okay.  He knows.  I... don't need him to approve, or agree.  I know he is in bad shape too.  It isn't for that that I call.  It's because any one of us could be dead and gone tomorrow.  And I am not going to live with regret, when I could just call.  Like it or not, it's the way of things.  Good morning, day, and maybe goodnight.