Cool enough.

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It isn't even midnight.  The thermometer out there reads 68, but there is a really nice air movement, something between a breeze and a wind.  And it feels a lot cooler than the reading suggests.  Very nice.  So, I opened up the downstairs.  I'll get upstairs, before long.  Ac's will be off, fresh air in.  Nice.

I sorted the dishes which were drying.  I really like the new storage containers.  Not all glass, but the plastic is only on the lids.  The microwave died, I don't think I'll replace it?  It is handy, at times, I just don't trust the thing.  What it must do to fats is... spooky.  Then again, most people eat seed oils, so for them it doesn't matter.  

Though I wouldn't use the plastic lids even if I had a microwave.  And I certainly won't use plastic, or probably even glass, lids in the oven.  I think these are ovenproof.  I'll check again, but I think so.  Just don't take it from freezer to oven.  I... don't get some people.  Sure, once, maybe, if you are completely brainless.  But twice, three times, more?  I don't know what happened to this world?  Ah, drugs, most likely.

But, I really do like these new ones.  As well, I bought a set of ceramic knives, and a vegetable peeler, long ago.  Never did get it washed and ready for use.  It's... ready.  Five years late.  No, that isn't drugs.  That is poor health and a list of things to try to do, just to keep up, that I can't often do.  So the little extras just don't get done.  Best used on veggies which don't react well with metal knives, romaine (or probably all types of) lettuce.  

Cooking is half timing, half chemistry (including metal or not with certain things), half heat source, half magic, a quarter love (loving doing and loving who is being served, so another 50%), and whether wet or dry cooking, baking, whatnot.  Yes, it adds up to more than 100%, because... it is so many variables that it doesn't always quite make sense.  And there is bad, okay, good, great, superior, and higher.  Ingredients are just a part of that.  A great cook/chef can take the dregs and make a pretty solid meal.  I have, my mother (bless her heart) has.  If, too, we have taken fine stuff and made miracles.  I learned from her, if it took forever and a day.  Now, or not too terribly long ago, I even taught her a thing or two.  Nothing too fancy, but... yeah.

My hand is cramping?  Strange.  Feet and legs, lightly, from time to time.  I have pushed, and am trying to dump fluid.  I... need to get back on minerals and vitamins.  Those, if they do nothing else, do help with cramps.  Desert Cat hooked me on that, and was right as rain.  Wonder what the ol' puss in the heat is up to these days.  I hope he found a... woman, or three.  Or got back with the little lady, and sorted things.  Life is complicated.  Then again, I wouldn't mind finding a woman.  I suppose.

Thing is?  I just want to be friends, keep being told...

When they go for more?

Though, who knows.  If she was good at keeping the house, being the matron?  Might be worth the... price.  Sex is only so-so, to me, these days.  A draw, but not a strong one.  Unless she can kick out a brat or three.  Just the way of it.  :p

Not sure giving up the bachelor status is worth the risk.  Oh, just grow up?  I did.  That's... how I got here.  *grins*

I do plan to get to a few more things.  But, maybe not.  I did get some work done on the ps5.  But it looks like my memory module has been stolen.  I had it ready, for use, a bit ago.  Now it is nowhere to be found.  Left it with the other items.  Gone.

Women, some women, hate reality.  But... reality is... reality.  Nothing to be done about it, for it, or against it.  When the world breaks, we'll... go back to full on reality.  Just... the way it goes.  Either that or we will simply cease to exist as a species.  That which can't go on, won't go on.  And... this... woke clownworld... can't go on.

Why do you think, being what I am, I think as I do?  Know what I know?  Discard what I discard, and harshly?  I don't want to end up on the junk heap of worldly fashion.  Rejected by it is fine.  Surrendering to it, even joining it, not so much.  For one thing God says no.