Life imitating art?

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Or art imitating life?  I'll... get to that.

Got to bed later.  I think it was just almost to 20:00.  And, when I went in, and down, I just had enough energy, after a few seconds, to reach out, get the alarm clock, and check the time.  I think it was like 19:52, or 55, or 53... or so.  Almost certain it was 52 though.  Anyway.  wonderful.  Didn't even destroy me to be awake until then, if I was pretty shot.

I set the alarms form eight and ten?  Or... something.  Whatever they were on, and mostly as just a massive sleepover prevention.  I decided, otherwise, to sleep as I could.  Right at 04:30 I woke, I think?  Maybe a little earlier, and worked toward it?  Something.  Morning memories can be afu.  That is what they were today.

Sassy fed, first thing.  I won't always do that.  But when my shift is switching, I'll try to be gentle with her.  Feeding her well, and more simply.  Oh, and she slept with me last night.  I won't let her every night, but a few times a week.  We slept like babies, I'm saying.  Sometimes she is in and out, but not last night.

I made her a little box place, down here.  And she loves it.  I refresh the blanket in there, for her, when it gets a bit rough.  Wash the other.  I have three I can use.  Just a box, with the top flaps folded in, and a blanket down for her.  Facing me.  So... she can keep an eye on the ogre.  She loves to sit and watch me.  Sometimes we chatter, too.  It's what she likes.  I've tried other things.  She just doesn't care for cat trees, or platforms, or such.  So... okay.

I bought chicken yesterday.  Some warm, to be eaten on the way home.  More when home.  But, too, some cold.  I also tried their egg salad.  It... wasn't very good.  Not sure what they did to mess it up, but I won't buy it again.  Nothing personal, tastes vary?  I've finished what was bought warm, am working on what was cold.  Blood sugar took a hit, so be it.  I... wanted, needed, food.

I have one of the steaks out.  I'll get to that later.  Will it last days?  Two, maybe.  We'll see.  I am looking forward to trying it.  We'll see.  Hmm, should pull some burger out.  Best pull old out.  It's still good.  Well, as good as grocery store burger is these days.  Are they adding... things... to it?  Or putting the bone juice stuff in with it?  Something is off about it.  Anyway...  Thirty fresh pounds of that.  Not a super price, but the best I have seen in a while, so I got some.

Not sure when the tuna steaks will arrive, but... am looking forward to those.  Six ounces per, which is about what I eat, steak, burger, tuna, other fish.  So... all good.  Looking forward to that.  Fried, in butter, sprinkled with soy or other fermented sauces, put over lettuce.  Very nice.  I did get lettuce, and veggies.  Will try the various veggies, see if they are causing blood sugar spikes.  Probably just the carrots?  Will... see.

Oh, would like to get cabbage too.  Because that I can eat fairly well, and nicely.  A side of that, with steak, or steamed burger, is quite good.  Could make a soup with leftovers of steak or burger, too.  That's always delicious.  Especially with fresh broccoli and/or cauliflower.  Simple foods, but... so very good.  Oh, and mushrooms.  Yes, I'll... get mushrooms and cabbage when next I am in.  I have canned mushrooms, but those are pretty awful.  Just for... when all else fails, I suppose.

The first load of laundry has started.  And, yes, I got the things tended which were taken up yesterday.  One small batch of things I'm... not sure what to do about.  And shirts... I... have to figure out what to do with those.  Get the hanging wrack up, and find the plastic sheaths... fat enough to hold, probably, five to even ten hanging shirts each... not airtight, but... good enough?  Perhaps half a dozen of those?  Or more.  At least to keep them in better condition for a bit longer.  And... get some of my regular jackets clean, and in those, and on that, too.

As to art imitating life, or the obverse? reverse? inverse?  Well... these have been popping, together, as a group, for a while.  They... were for someone, at once, and... not.  Though I thought she hates me now.  I have ignored as long as I can.  With women, though, never can tell.  Their love is often hate.  Their hate is... sometimes love?  In... any case, I thought this thing was... decided.  So... who is reminding, thinking, or whatnot?  Annoying.

I thought I was clear.

Can you hear me now?

Though, perhaps, it is just someone echoing some... thought, memory?  Or poking the ogre, seeking a reaction.  Who... can ever know.