Strange day.

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The extra visits stopped around the turn of the month.  Since then there have been about forty to fifty visits a day.  Back to what had become the usual, after a few years of elevated visits... until I unplugged from the net for a while.  Seventy, today.  Which is the temperature.  Just... an... odd mix.  A strange visit number and a warmer day than of late, if even then far cooler than usual?  Yes.

I contacted a neighbor.  It was trash and recycling day.  Bah.  Which isn't... too awful.  I'll get the bags out tonight, anyway.  There isn't much.  It will do find for a week.

Haven't heard back, about a potential driver, for the bike.  Busy, and else.  I understand.  Real people have real lives.  Real jobs.  Real families.  And... real friends.  Not knocking, just I... understand.  The loudest and closest yelps, yells, shouts, and calls get the immediate attention.  And... should.  Still, hoping to hear something so that I can... try to put a hold on something.  We'll see.

No more food.  I just... couldn't.  I couldn't cook, or be attentive.  Hungry?  Yes, but not... that hungry.  I put the last third of the steak in the fridge.  I'll heat it tomorrow.  I just... can't eat, or more, not today.  More coffee.  Which is fine.

Some music, from the past.  I won't share it, just say... one of them matched a dream.  Dogs.  I... will, if I make it over there, have dogs.  They will be dangerous animals, and for reasons.  I will have to watch myself.  Well, and the notion of being immortal, and dying alive, were... strange buttons on this day.

I think... there are those out there who... suspect odd, if perhaps true, things.  Who though, is difficult to say.  If... a few names poured out of my lips when I saw, and saw even more.  I saw some things through their eyes, considerations, regarding me.  Odd to hate that which you, too, love.  But... I... understand.  Wanting trust, but not having it offered.  Don't worry, I trust no one, which is one of my nicknames for myself... nemo, no body, and such.  Trust, though, isn't what you really want, it's only what you think you want, especially if you don't deserve it.  The devil you say?  Not the devil you know.  Not... you.

Medicine down, finishing a coffee.  Planning on bed shortly.  At 15:16, I should be able to make it to 16:00, again.  But no more, unless I stumble further in insomnia.  I'd rather not.

Oh, a vid.  Had to chuckle.  I... understand.  I know.  I will go through this too.

Had to chuckle.  If... too... I don't believe in coincidences.

Good afternoon, evening, and goodnight.