The sun is out.

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Still cool, 58 out there.  Can hear the rustle of leaves.  Fall is fast upon us, well into really.  Still, it is a good fall.  A bit of dark weather is one of the little joys, if one is free to enjoy it.  I am, mostly.

I tried to get a meal on wheels going, but that isn't going to work.  Maybe a different program.  All good, I suppose.

Flies, many of them.  I'm killing them by the dozen.  Not sure what the deal is.  I've been keeping up on trash, and recycling.  And dishes.  So... why?  They don't have much time left, regardless.  Especially with me not turning on heat, or even needing it, into the 60s.  Maybe down into the 50s, if I can acclimate.  Well, killing them can be a hobby.  It's the buzzing attacks which annoy.  

Ahha!  I found where they hide.  Straight up, on the ceiling.  Holy carp.  There are a lot of them.  I'll... sort that out.

I think I'll grill something, if there is enough charcoal to actually do that.  If not, I'll have to finish the oven.  I have sprayed it, and worked on more of it.  It's getting there.  Hungry.  And, with the sun up and out, that somehow adds to hunger.  Or for me.  Some veggie and grilled meat should do just fine.  Later.