Another strange day.

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Beginning this post two minutes before. Sixteen hundred, that is.  Google has the time wrong, perhaps when posted?  But... I don't think so.  Their timing is way off, if I think that has to do with the KGB, US form of it, wanting control over the internet.  Anyway...  Calling it.  ;p  As I was sitting there, I became a bit afraid.  When pushing things, and this time I am pushing... successfully at that... I lose my senses.  I could be ninety, in here, and I wouldn't notice.  Until I tried to sleep it in.  Maybe.  Or sleep would be horrible, even if I didn't notice.

So, I hopped up, and shut it all down.  But wanted to see what temp it was.  70 F?  At 16:00?  Wow.  It got down the 52 this morning, before plunging to 47 (might have gotten cooler still, just the numbers I personally saw).  It went from the high 80's, to 80, to 70, in a matter of days.  Not even a weak, and it crashed.  Interesting times.  Which is why some of the greatest philosophers hope you never live in... interesting times.  Boring times might be dull.  Interesting times are often horribly final, or... worse.  There are worse things than death, I remind.  Though, these are really only the portents of interesting times.  Only if this continues, and on it's current real trajectory, will there be interesting times.  A small or full blown ice-age.  We'll see.

I hoped to do a few things.  Didn't do... well, I did get the trash and recycling out.  That was... both a bit of a project, and a needed chore or set of them.  The place may... freshen up soon for it.  Especially if I can do some more things.

I was only able to eat half the steak, earlier.  And, normally, that would be okay.  But I wanted the rest, just... to say I could eat a big steak in a day.  So I did.  Didn't need it.  Won't do that normally.  Half a steak is fine, or twelve ounces of burger.  Don't need much these days.  Even if I figure out how to get busy.

If the cooling has come, already?  I'll... take advantage of it.  It'll take a few days, to week, to acclimate.  Especially as I am trying to wrap my life back around medicine, and gets days and nights right.  I had someone, once, suggest I appeared perfectly balanced.  I just suggested that the appearance was... a bit of a fiction.  While I walked straight, narrow, and right, that was only because I had enough chips on each shoulder to hide any showing of chips at all.  :)  Better to be even sandbagged, if heavily, than to be unbalanced?  Is... that a choice?  :p  Hahaha!  Seriously.

I've been giving Sassy fresh water every day.  And she really does appreciate it.  Taking care of her litter, rather well.  And feeding her really well.  Life may not be perfect, for her.  But it's not too awfully bad.  She mostly sleeps these day.  Visiting when hungry, or... randomly.  She always shows up when I watch a vid that... does it for me.  I must... give off pheromones?  Something.  Actually works with human women, too, strangely.  It's... the strangest thing.

Well, on to bed?  I won't check on dental, unless I don't hear from them by Thursday.  Would push it to Friday, not sure they are in the office on Friday.  Thursday might be pushing it with some businesses, these days.  Especially medical.  Dental is medical.

I'll keep you in my prayers.  Goodnight.