Noon?

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Time can sure fly.  Partly cloudy out there.  Clouds look like their gathering for a lynching.  Not happy, and about to pour about it.  It is hitting 68, and feels... warm.  Humid out there, or something?  Very cool, still, here in the house.  It's just 71 near the computer, but doesn't feel close to that warm, not as warm as the outside, today.  Odd how things work, and that relative, in sensation may be true, but has little to do with mere perceptions?  Right, right.

Kefir, to start the thing.  Hoping to get a few burgers fried before long.  Nothing fancy, but it works.  Or eggs and something?  Hopefully both, through the day.  Is it Tuesday, or Wednesday already.  I'll... check in a bit.  If I can stay awake.  Focus.  Lost out here.  I need to get to town.  Will try, today, grocery shopping.  Just... a bit.

I cleared the litter box, for Sassy.  I may start up another one.  I have been slow to clear them, and she... has creative ways of letting me know.  With two, if she would use the second one when I fail, life could be good.  I almost never miss enough that two would become full first.  I think I missed two days, and... got what I got this last time.  Three days?  Probably three.

A sip of kefir.  And, one of the bottles in the wash, with another old half gallon jar which was lost back on the rack.  I have three ready to change out the ones in use, two in the wash, and two on the rack clean and ready.  I should be much more able to keep up with jar changes, from now on.  Same with the quart fermenting jars.  I think I have six ready to go.

I had been juggling between the clean  and dirty, with none, or even a negative number, to spare.  Having two clean, needing three, having to sort, clean as I could, and such.  Ugh.  Now I can just change them out.  And, if I really can't clean, I can go two switches before needing to wash again.  But, generally, I can keep up on those.  Nice to have the extra, it just reduces the hassle, thus stress, so I don't choke up because I don't want to, or can't, deal with the work, stress knowing I don't have enough for my needs, and else.  Now it will be one and done, and the old right into the wash.  Even if they sit there for a while, that... is fine.  As long as I don't let the kefir harden on the glass.  It becomes like concrete.  And, I will be changing them out more often, before they get too... coated.  Double ugh, like this time actually.  Not next time, now that I have plenty for a fast switch, and am keeping the washing area open much more of the time.

I had been feeding Sassy a bit extra.  Not a good plan, but... sometimes... you just have to go in a bit hard, long.  She... was extra hungry.  I can tell.  The weather, gloom, cold, just... she wanted, maybe needed, extra food.  And, for two or three days, she got it.  A week?  But, now that things are warming slightly, I'm cutting back down.  She has been scratching herself too much, as she does when she packs it on a bit much.  So, back to the grindstone.

The sleep meter gave me a poorer sleep rating last night than it should have.  But I know why.  The break, in there.  And some rolling until it cooled enough for me to blanket up well, and sleep.  As well, I had to put compression socks on for a while.  My feet were killing me.  Still, even with all else, last night was a better sleep.  I did have to work for it, is all.  But that I could was a good sign.

I'd best get on to getting the griddle heating.  I'm enjoying the game, to this point.  I finished the easiest setting, the started on the hardest setting.  Learning as I go.  There are some areas which are just going to be difficult.  There are also... mini-challenges the game offers.  They aren't trophies, though some seem to be associated with a trophy?  They can offer gear, better weapons, and else.  While I can do some of them on the harder difficulties, some... not so much.  Still, I am learning where the difficult parts are, how to do those, and... getting on with it.  

At least, this time, they didn't make the game impossible.  The highest rating?  Probably not possible on consoles, without the cheats and other things doable on computers.  Without the mouse and better keyboard inputs.  And probably just a more flexible gameplay on computers.  It is what it is.  At least I can get through the game, mostly, reasonable.  I just won't rank on it.  The last resident evil, some parts of it were simply impossible.  Those parts weren't even for hardcore players, they were for masochists.  I didn't even bother with much of the additional content.  Free is useless if it is utter garbage.

Food!  Nothing fancy, but... eggs and corned beef, maybe some bacon too.  If... it doesn't rain on me.

Got a... bit of a mood going on.  Oh, of course, movies, fantasy, stories.  I've never killed a hundred guys in a one on a thousand, or million, or billion, fight.  I've never thrown choreographed grenades, or beheaded people with a sword while blindfolded.  Look, those are... fashion war scenes.  What I have done is, sometimes, impressive.  I have done things most can't, with regard to hand to hand combat.  But, it wasn't anywhere nearly so pretty.  It was, however, far more terrible, for being real.  I... still... hunger for that, just as I do food, or sex.

How much I have given up.  Or... certain aspects of those things.  Who would have thought it, but God does accept quitters.  Of... a certain type.

Not psycho, mind you.  Not high functioning psycho or otherwise.  I claim to be a high functioning sigma.  That's... all.

God called, I answered.  But required Him to... tussle.  Tussle we did.  He took every bit of my rage without flinching or moving.  I... didn't even move Him.  If... I... think... He may have seen a use for some of that.  He claimed it, I, in the end, let Him.  It's still me, mine.  But it is at His discretion.  I still think He will use that.  He wastes nothing. 

Alone.  Until I met God.  Some offered options of which I had no interest.

In one scene, it looks like the lead was going to kiss.  If I read that as I have lived it, it... wasn't a kiss that was going to be rendered.  Death.  But... a realization that life, as they are, was worse than death, spared my... offering.