Well...

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Still awake.  I made a personal call.  Then awaited a delivery.  Only got forty percent of the order though.  So... went hunting for the rest.  As it turns out, the rest is on the way.  Mostly make sense.  The boxes, for just the four of ten I received, are huge.  Two bags of sixteen pounds of 'cowboy' charcoal per.  And, yes, that's a lot of volume.

Anyway, I did get those in, off the porch.  Not as... heavy as I feared.  Then again, that is only forty percent of the order, and I was only able to carry twenty percent at a time.  These boxes were pushing my ability to grab and maneuver as is.  Two boxes at once was impossible.

Still?  A... pretty good day.  Dental... I have done what I can on my end.  The rest is up to those two parties.  I have an appointment with eye, two, if I am probably going to just cancel the actual exam.  I just want glasses.  If they had done it the other way around, maybe.  But I'm not going in to get my lenses corrected after having had my eyes dilated.  NO.  That's sheer agony.  Just because I prefer pain to painkillers doesn't mean I enjoy pain.  A bit pain adverse, right down to taking a life if need be.  So... no.  Next time.  I'll let them know how I will allow that.  They can decide if it is important enough to work out.  I... don't negotiate.  Pretty much at all.

I should be dead.  I have died.  I'm still... doing good for not being supposed to still be here, if I don't, can't do much.  Don't push.  I may not be able to chase my enemies down, and do what I do to them.  But, if they show up on my doorstep, I will laugh as I batter them into a bloody pulp.  Might be cruel, leave them alive.  Fu... I like examples.  And... giving what I got.

Funny thing?  This was titled before I even thought this vid would end up in here.  Well... funny that.  It popped, when I went hunting on y.t.  So be it.

Oh, but with four bags of charcoal, I can open one of the bags, and pour a few pounds in, then get something smoked.  But... what?  I'm thinking ribs, and maybe one of those roasts that I ordered.  I'll have to thaw the ribs.  No problem.  I don't care for smoked steak.  Just... don't.  Strange, I like most other things smoked.  I think it is because steak is already rich, and smoke trebles that, to my mind and tastes.  Too much.  Still, in a month or two, I may seek out a five pound block of prime rib, boneless, of mid tier, and smoke that.  Even collect the juices to make a true au jus.  Oh, right... here...

I may try to sort out a dry rub, though.  For ribs.  The thing he has going looks good, if I could find fresh.  Seems excessive?  Maybe, maybe not.  Would be worth a shot.  And, as he suggested, might make a double batch of the stuff.  Not for ribs, but for lessor beef roasts, or definitely a pork roast.  Though I would go with sage for pork.  Just... how I prefer to do.  Same with chicken?  Well, AND sage, with chicken.  It's... also how I do.

Just past 20:00.  It's well past bedtime.  I'll check Sassy, make sure my girl had a last meal, or some snacks.  Maybe have a bit of kefir myself... and some cheese?  Then sneak on up to bed.  Should be cool enough.  I turned the ac on as it was getting hot, thinking I was going to bed soon.  But, always one more call, or thing, or wait, or text, or... yea.  But it's all good.  Good night.