Cold.

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I was having a heck of a time today, and yesterday.  I thought it was around 70 in here, but no.  It's 66, 46 outside.  Raining.  But, snow on the peaks already?  Wow.  Winter is... coming.  Life will hit you fast, and this is so very fast, and hard.  So I turned the furnace on.  Wow.

Mother called.  She is doing better.  She told me what they gave her, something she knows of.  Treats infections.  Good to hear.  I told her I have cut my brother off.  He can leave a voice message, or text?  But I won't be notified through sound or such.  He'll never ring through.

She wasn't happy.  But, it's more than calling me wrongfully a liar.  Even more than trying to force me to spend money I don't have, while they make three times what I make.  No.  I get the feeling he is a political... problem.  He is one of those people who would turn you in for wrongthink.  His whole family is like that.  I am cutting ties with them, for that.  Just the way it goes.

I didn't tell her the whole thing, just that we wouldn't be talking anymore.  Can't trust some people.  He has no male friends.  He actually seems surprised at that.  He is so dominated by the feminine that men see him as a woman, and the worst of the karen types.  I certainly do.  The last two calls have gone very badly.  I will leave him to his fates and choices, won't let him harm me for not agreeing.

Hungry?  Aye.  Terribly!  But with it raining, and where my griddle is, that won't work.  It is supposed to be... weatherful... wet that is... until tomorrow around nine, according to a pal.  So, I don't know.  Could do sardines, or soup?  I did eat some of the pork, with pork and beans, and just regular beans.  But... it's... not really very good.  Most of it I tossed.  Just... it isn't very good.  I can't work with it, anyway.

I have meats available.  I suppose I could use the charcoal grill.  It is under cover.  Mostly.  But that is such a fussy way to cook.  Hmm... but I am hungry.  I'll think on it.

Best get a shower, tonight.  And, probably another tomorrow.  With a visitor most likely coming over.  The odd thing is, when you eat right?  You... can skip showers a bit more often.  AND still be okay.  Not a preference, just something that happens with age, infirmity, starting meds, and with fall... winter?... hitting like a ton of bricks and in a hurry.  

Oh, that... warmth... feels so very good!  It must have been well below 70, for a while now, in here.  Crazy.  My toe and finger tips have been hurting, from the cool.  I just thought it was medicine.  Might be part of it, but the warmth is helping even those, and right away.  So, yea... the cool was getting to me.

Without medicine, this weather, these temps, would be warm, even hot.  But on heart medicine, it changes everything.  Makes me more of a normie.   But, I can handle 80s, even 90s, far better, for a bit longer.  Odd that.  It feels like I am closer to death on medicine, than off it.

On to some gaming.  And thinking about food.  Later.