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It's 76 out there, at almost 11:30.  Not cold, by any means, just... cooler.  Cooler by the day, with little spikes from time to time.

Looking out there, it feels more like living in the old West than living in modern times.  Not a bad thing, mind you.  Almost get the sense of little house on the prairie, or the notes of a retired mountain man, finishing his days in some valley he used to hunt beaver, deer, elk, bear, and else.  I do like it here.  Even if I don't belong to those worlds.

Ribs and beans, nothing fancy, but it was... something.  I don't think I'll finish off that roast.  It just... that is sandwich meat, and I don't do sandwiches.  It just isn't tasty.  It's like eating... thin slices of a tasteless... something.  Doesn't really even taste, or feel, like beef, or even meat.  Oh well.  Had to try.  Curious.  I've tried it before.  With a lot of work, I had a modicum of success.  But, this time, just straight up, nothing.

Gaming is continuing.  But I am so tired!  Just... staying awake is becoming a trick.  Not sure why.  Not sure I took medicine this morning, but don't think so.  Not sure that will help.  But... I'll do it.  Rough morning.  Not sure I'll get any work done.  Just so absolutely exhausted, sleepy, tired.  Insomnia, even if not from staying up too late.  Sometimes, just being awake, even in nominal times, is insomnia for me.

Well, I'll try to game a bit.  Then... do some work, if possible.  Dishes, after cleaning the freezertop, again.  A shower too.  Oh, I might trim the whiskers right now.  So that, maybe, if I can get through the rest and shower, maybe I could shave afterward.  Ugh.  Later.