The last of the chicken.

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Oh, what wonderful chicken.  A can of peas as well.  Done perfectly, this time and last.  That time it came out raw, that... didn't, still doesn't, make sense.  No worries.

The mints came in today.  Said they were here, not on the front stoop.  Almost never deliver to the back door.  But it was, is, raining.  So, I... checked.  Indeed.  The good thing about China being shut down is US candy is... actually being made in the US?  These mints aren't fake brand name, it's the real thing.  And it shows.

Yes, yes, I had to try some.  So much better when made it America.  Who knows what the Chinese, Vietnamese, or others, put in there.  It isn't real mint.  Maybe it isn't even real or all sugar.  Again, I am... having to taste, then ease myself off.  Put them away, hid them, but... that isn't doing it.  Bleh.  But... I... think I am done with them.

Kefir, with dinner, and a fatted coffee and water.  I'll have something else to eat or a fatted coffee in a bit, and another kefir.  Then just water for the rest of the night.  In about two hours.  I'll check my blood sugar first.  Then adjust as needed.  Magic?  Maybe.  But, I do have things, in case blood sugar crashes, so... back to the grind.

Oh, and... lovely rebuttals.  Some brutal?  Not sure how things are meant.  I'll... consider sharing.  Before too long.  Or later.  Or much later.  Or... not.  I don't know.  Well, I'll share a few.  Though, not certain if these are from recent plays, my own tracks, or other psychic debris from more recent events, or responses... but... a few.  I have a list that are all, pretty much, new... or rather dated from use or viewing held in waiting, for a maybe.  Ah, here.

A beautiful wreck.  Odd how some can be called, even as they are?

Well, most responses aren't... nearly this dark.  But... 

This... seeing sin.  First in others.  Then, realizing, it was so deep in me.  There was no cleaning it.  No hiding from the facts.  No escape.  Clear as sin.  Thankfully, given time, I... learned why to confess.  How to confess?  When I... can function.  The will is there, the flesh rarely so these days.  But... if you don't go through that, you... can't understand, don't understand.  What a lovely mess.  Hoping for the white robes, and ultimate forgiveness.