Slept well.

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Dreamed dark dreams though.  Both in and out of consciousness.  The failings of those I loved, the betrayals.  Learning what really happened behind the scenes.  Surrounded by evil my whole life.  Mocking me, as it turns out.  But not for my mistakes, but for believing in virtue, goodness, truth.  To see it all so clearly, like a dark version of the Santa lie, only when the blinders are lifted, the horror is much deeper.

Sadly, I don't think that was, or is, a dream.  Perhaps I didn't make it to purgatory?  Could this be hell?  No.  Fortunately or not.  Why do I say "or not", regarding being in hell?  If I can maintain my faith in hell, that is some powerful faith.  And... I do.  Even with everyone against me, and it.  Amen.

Up!  A very good sleep otherwise.  And, even the dreams have been settled, resolved, as I contemplated all.  My guess is, in even hell, my faith would tempt even the darkest of demons.  Certainly devils.  And a few people who were on the fence in life, and are now so in death, if... nobody really wants them.  Still, I would preach to them, the word and way.

The electric blanket?  I didn't think it worked.  But, when I climbed in, it wasn't chill.  So, yes.  I had it on 6, though only for probably ten to twenty minutes, at most, before going up and on to bed.  So I'm not sure it had a real shot at heating it up, being probably in the low 50's up there.  Still, got into a non-chill bed.

I reset blankets a bit this "morning".  But, I put the electric under a few other blankets.  That might help.  Not sure if that is recommended against, will have to check.  Perhaps it just doesn't offer much actual warmth?  The old ones got hot, but were probably damned dangerous.  I'll give it a week.  If it doesn't work I'll return it.

It is a Westinghouse.  Now, that used to be a brand, then... was sold out, and again, and again.  It isn't it's own, anymore.  Just a label some corporation bought and is milking until they destroy the reputation again, for a while, then build the brand back up to do it again, or sell it... or lose it in a bankruptcy auction.  It has a five year warrantee.  Good, if they are good for it.  Machine washable and dryable, if I will probably hand wash it, and put it out on the line once a year.  Won't do more, with that one, as it is never against my skin directly... same with the wool blanket.  Both are always at least two blankets from my skin.

Ah!  Grocery shopping?  Maybe.  Not sure I can, but thinking on it.  Who knows.  Dairy arrived, gift went.  I had crashed so hard I didn't hear a thing.  Later.

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Done!  Well got to the grocery store.  Found what I needed and wanted.  More packages of meat than anticipated, but more along the lines of what was hoped.  As well, I put in for the buyers program, where I give my number at the cashier, and it works towards savings.

Butter, mushrooms, even cultured buttermilk.  But, this, that, and the other things.  As well, for the first time in a year?  Six months?  Beer.  I do love the stuff.  Still, it's a rare treat.  My father snuck a beer, from time to time.  Loved the stuff, but as a minister, he didn't want to give off the wrong impression.  I more understand that now that ever.  I might not be a minister, but I might be of some odd influence?  If nothing else, too much beer, or wine, or whisky, just isn't wise.  A bit, from time to time, meh.

I need to reset kefir tonight.  And will be hitting it hard, leaving extra grain in, so that I can get through the milk, with it, and drink more kefir.  As well, I will set up another creme fraiche experiment, this time with storebought buttermilk.  I know I like kefir creme fraiche, so I will try the whole pot with just buttermilk.  See if I can get it to thicken better.  That's the only problem with kefir creme fraiche.  It just isn't as thick as I'd like it.

Damn but I like beer.  I have friends who look down on me for drinking swill, and friends who look down on me for drinking highfalutin swill.  I drink what I prefer, nothing more, or less, than they.  But I don't spend a franklin or grant, or more on a bit.  A jackson will do, if I want to go all out, if more like a lincoln.  I can't see the point in going below that.  If, and again, I like what I like.  And so long as I can afford it, from time to time, I'll have it.

The only thing I don't like is that I can't find it in the glass bottles anymore.  The cans don't taste as tinny as they used to, the beer from it.  True.  But nothing like glass.  Plus, save them, and they make reasonable smaller molotov cocktails.  The time is coming.  It's... fine to lose.  It's not fine to surrender.

Later.