Crashed.

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Not sure when?  I closed up the house, went on to bed.  Could barely stand.  Between the days of work, getting out, putting the meat in the freezer, the weather, cool and dark, something just flipped off.  A breaker broke, tripped, whatnot.  Down I went.  I was grabbing at straws when closing up, hoping to delay what was seeming the inevitable.  No dice.

Was today (yesterday, by sleep cycle) the day I went to the store?  I... can't remember.  So wiped out, even now, memory is... a thing of the past.  Ouch.  Sleep was wonderful, gentle, long, embracing, and still with me.  Still dreaming of women though.  When one or three invade my privacy, stiffen... my resolve, get into my mind, dealing with that is... difficult.  Don't get off the boat!  But I have to go out, and usually it's okay.  It took... a number of them, to break through.  And a few of those actively.

I'm not saying I am handsome, or any such.  It has little to do with me, or them.  The puzzle pieces fit, and then a chemical thing happens.  If it happens on both ends, especially if neither of us really wants it, no matter how delicious it is, it just is what it is.  Watch squirrels, in mating season.  Same, same.  Bushy tails, a lot of running around, engorged... body parts, furtive eyes.  Delicious, but so... frustrating.  Ugh.

I... now remember why I have been with so many women.  Could have been with a lot more.  Just, a place or space or moment missing, but all else was in place.  And, usually, I attract breeders, women wanting or their body needing to try to get pregnant.  Boom.  Boom boom.  Lord have mercy, even when I knew what I was doing, there was little I could do about it.  Still in a delicate state from all that... chemical... in the air.  Worse, when it is a number of women.  Yeah.

Anyway...  The ribs were okay.  Not great, but better than straight.  Ribs are odd that way.  I had forgotten how... odd... pork is.  Just too raw plain.  I may have keto ketchup, which I might be able to craft into a barbeque sauce?  I'll look around for it, keto brown sugar, and a recipe elsewise.  I have several types of vinegar.  Numerous herbs and spices.  Because baked beans are rough on all that ails me.  We'll see.

The house, all close up, upstairs and down, was around 71/72.  I checked the temp.  At 58 outside I opened up, upstairs and down.  It looks to have stopped raining a few hours ago, at least.  May have stopped by the time I went to bed?  I thought so, but memory from that time is bent.  Didn't hear it while sleeping, but probably wouldn't have.  Though, too, wasn't hearing it when just sitting here, quietly typing on the machine.  It was one of the quietest rains I have ever heard, especially for as much as was coming down.

Today?  I don't know.  Can't be sure.  I would like to do some work in the bathroom, and the hall to it.  Sweeping, mopping, picking up, general cleaning, specific cleaning.  And, do some sorting of clothes upstairs.  With the clothing rack, and hanging airtight compartments coming, I'll want to get things ready for that.  Sorting shirts by season, currently.  When the rack and compartments arrive, I'll begin sorting summer clothes by spotted (for home) and clean.  As well, looking for an ironing board.  I know where the iron is.  And the mister.  Best not to use the mister on the iron, unless you like replacing them every few years, and potentially ruining whatever you are ironing when the tank pops.  

I suppose softened, reverse osmosis water might help?  But, it will still rot.  Those tanks are potmetal, not stainless, no matter how much you pay.  Junk metal which is of no real use, but is cheap, and will cause the replacement of the iron.  You simply can't buy quality, at any price.  Something, on your device, or in your system, is made to rot... on purpose.  If you know what it is, or likely is, you can... skip some of the planned failures.  Think like an engineer, who is controlled by a corporate thief.  Then act like a thrifty person, sidestepping the planned failures, and learn how to change cords.  Though, most housewives like new things, so don't mind things burning up, failing, etc.  Plus, drama in their lives.  Spend, spend, spend, spend.  Bleh.  I'm... just not a housewife.

On to coffee, and some gaming.  Gotta try to wake up, or go on back to bed for a while.  Especially since it should cool a bit more.  Wonderful sleeping weather.