Into the freezers.

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I've been buying meat, but just putting it in the freezer.  A big drop in.  Fairly new, give or take.  So fairly efficient.  I am sure there are more efficient, but those always cut corners, and aren't reliable, in almost any way.  I have learned to avoid anything "high efficiency".  The technology isn't there.  You just pay more for subpar performance, endurance, quality.  Though, as one of your kind suggested, do as thou will.  I attempt to do as is wise.  Choices.  Or... live and learn.

Anyway, today, I dug into both the fridge and dropin freezer.  Both placing meats in by type and purchase date, roughly.  Pulling some for the freezer over the fridge, the immediate access meat.  And then setting the water purifier system and blender station back on top of the freezer.  All good.

Now, perhaps yet this week, to dig back into the remnants of dirty dishes, and anything I create in the coming days.  I'm nearly caught back up.  Getting so close.  I have larger items, I need a bigger bin.  Will... work on getting that ready, too.  Ugh, always things, out of place, in the way, added to what what is planned.  Always more.  Plans are great, reality sucks.  But, to it, I guess.

We aren't here to do things.  Those things are what... give us purpose.  Little things, big things, things in the way, things on the way, things along the way.  These little things aren't why we are alive, they are what we use to... stay alive, or to be of function while we live, means to an end, if the end is to be avoided?  Sort of.  Death isn't the goal, it's the end.  No two ways about it.  Or, I hope it isn't the goal.  It... was, for me, for a while.  Until... I learned better, learned to carry the cross that for me is life... pain.  Now, it's... just something in some future that has nothing to do with me... until it does.

Yes, so... I try to smile while I work.  Not faking it, really?  Just making it, truly.  Whistle while I work?  Sure, and while I play, rest, think, don't think.  It's not a bad thing.  Even in pain.  Even pain is... sometimes... a little delight.  A gift to remind me that I yet live.  And to give thanks when without pain?  And to pass on to those in need.  A coin, of some realm.  A realm I don't always understand, but believe in, firmly.  I've seen it.  A realm worth believing in.  All that wraps up allowing me joy in suffering.  And a life well lived, if a little one.  I'll take a good little life over a miserable grandiose one any day.  I had threads of that, didn't work out, thankfully.

Amen.  Good day.  Later.