Friday, August 4, 2023

Almost noon.

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I think this is about it.  The storm has cleared off, mostly, for now.  Though, usually, when storms, productive storms especially, begin passing through, they keep coming.  We'll see.  It is just at 70 out there.  Probably going to warm up quite a bit today?  Probably.  It is still high summer.

With the house closed up, down here, it is 70/73.  Rather than that feeling cold, after the last two or three days, that actually feels... not quite warm, but no longer cool, or cold.

I did remember to put the burger up, both the cooked and raw patties.  The burgers I had earlier were fantastic.  Simple, but really good.  I need to make homemade mayo, and more mustard.  Goes with those well.  Something about homemade, too.  At one time I would have looked down on homemade.  Now?  I am ashamed of my past.  But, I suppose, everyone has to go through stupid zones to get to better places.

With the right ingredients, these things are easy.  Not much special needed, for mustard.  Just seeds.  Vinegar can be as fancy or as simple as champagne to white.  But mayo absolutely requires homestead eggs.  Store bought eggs, at any price, don't work.  I am beginning to believe that half of what they do to storebought eggs is simply to make sure you can't make mayo at home, and other things most likely.  Crony bureaucracy, keep the plebes poor, and in their places, and at the store.  Force them to buy sugar laden, seed oil based, and worse foods.  Keeps the doctors and hospitals in loot.  Everything is rigged.

A bit of sleep.  Trying to sleep as late as possible.  Midnight... even two if at all possible.  Though, sometimes, I just can't push much.  I wake, and that's it.  Things to do tomorrow.  Maybe even tonight.  I do have food, so there is that.  Maybe tomato, keto pasta, and burger... for a pseudo "psaghetti"!  I'd love a real spaghetti dinner, but I just had pizza.  So, no.  But a one-off might do.  Or taco salad.  Depends on how much energy I have, how much I can do.  Taco salads are far easier.  But I... would prefer spaghetti.

I'd like to call my brother, but it's... a bit early.  Soon, in a few days... early next week.  Don't want to bother him, or my mother.  I'm trying to be careful, pace the calls.  I do my best.
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Got... lost... again.  An hour has past.  I need sleep.  On to it, I do believe.

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