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So far?  The dorm refrigerator did get landed on my stoop.  Very surprised.  Ordered it Friday, wasn't listed as being delivered until the third to the fifth.  But... often later.  Two business days ain't bad, if over the weekend and they work weekends.  Even deliver fed.  They can be a bit more hit or miss than ups, or that used to be the case.

With the price of fuel, and everything wonky, probably never to return, on top of inflation and D.C.'s seeming war with the world?  I'm... almost surprised anything is moving, available, and more.  It's... coming to an end, almost no matter how things go, near or far.  For now, I just... am thankful for another day without nukes flying.  Yea, we are nearing there.  The globalists would rather rule an ashtray than surrender, renegotiate, realize all they have is nukes, and that won't matter to those they have already bombed or else into the stoneage.  No, it's not Biden.  He's doing good to scribble his coloring books, and stay in the lines, at this point.  I'd like to see his signature, compared to what it really was, when he signs things into law.  Or... does he just have a stamp?  Or does Jill use the stamp?

Yes, it's... the way things go.  At some point, the party ends, one way or the other.  You... do realize?  The US military can't produce... most of what it needs to run a war?  China is vital for most things.  The US isn't so much a paper tiger as a muppet.  Cutting ties with China and the military has... maybe... six months (if taking no losses, just from operational attrition... maybe a year)?

More?  China, Russia, Iran, N. Korea, and India can produce more weapons, munitions, and else in weeks than the US can in months or years.  Rebuild?  In this state of decay?  Students can't do the work.  Engineering has been pretty much crushed.  There isn't a way out.  And, yet they saber rattle.

Sure, we have nukes.  But so do they.  Almost all of them.  Though, who knows, at this point Iraq may even have them.  That isn't a war we can win.  Especially now that we have forced most of those out of our economic regime, into BRICSA.  Oh, they'll have tons of trouble.  But, they are building up, from scrabble.  We are falling down, with no soft landing in sight.  And, they are gaining allies while we are disposing of those we don't destroy trying to maintain control.  Like a murder suicidal father going off on family.

Anyway.  Still, I got the small fridge in.  Just in.  Then began scrapping through this front room.  A bunch of boxes torn down.  Some inroads made here and there.  Cool enough still, just 82 out there... so far.  The clouds did clear out, mostly.  Some overcast zones, here and there, helping it be cooler.  But could blaze before the day ends.

It does look like both trash and recycling were picked up.  And... it also looked like it was the same truck.  Though it looks like it ran through, several times, for one.  Then came back through, later, for recycling?  But I am sure it was the same dump truck.  Had to... laugh.  My paranoia, or theories, or such, aren't always wrong.  And sometimes right in the face.  Though... they really did do different routs for those.  Even so.  Cha-ching.

Mostly just having water.  Blood sugar is good, at 126.  I can hope that will stay until tomorrow morning, only drinking fluids?  Can hope.  Who knows.  But that was a welcome number.

I am hoping to open some space in the living room, for traversal with the fridge.  Then see about opening some space in the washroom sort of closed porch, for the refrigerator.  Then get it out there.  Let it run, see if it works.  If so, begin putting things in from the fridge to go.  Bleh.

Later, if possible, a shower.  Just... to feel like a good dog, good dog!  And, maybe, a bit more work in one of the rooms.  Gotta get it open.  Won't take much, but more I want to clean a bit too.  So it isn't so awful in here.  It'll be men, or males, doing the work.  Funny, women don't want that equality?  So it's... not... the most important thing.  But, for my sake, it's... a bit shameful as things stand.  And, who knows?  If I get started, perhaps I'll keep going.  Things really are doing fairly well.

If I get to town this week, I'll grab regular soda to offer them.  Just... a small amount.  A few per.  But it's... just... a nice gesture.  I'm paying, but that's not always the point.  Oh, I'll need to move the old refrigerator out, too.  But that'll be closer to delivery date.  Which hasn't actually been set, until I place the order.  But... they suspected it would be Friday.  Ugh.

Bit by bit, a piece at a time, here, there, now, and then.  I'll bring the barrels back in, if traffic would slow.  Ugh.  I avoid traffic.  Just... I do.  Later.