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At a boss, in the game. I just... am not sure I want to hit that, quite yet. And, yet, there is nothing else for me to hit. That boss, or another and worse boss. Not and to be able to play the game in a... manner that, if more complicated and involved, allows for an easier path forward in the long, and probably short, run.
Some of it is from pushing yesterday, sleeping a little short, staying up a bit late, even if finding an easier way to sleep, a better way. I love it when I figure out the problem, and find a method or several to manage the difficulty. Even so, I'm just a bit... behind. And I have things to do.
I told them I would get the notes, for the meetings, arranged and ready for printing, or transcribing, within the week. So... yes, I have things to do. Not just the promise, but it's a part of the task I agreed to do. So, I will do this. I just... have to find myself in a slightly better state.
This, however, is why I agreed to it. In order to... push myself a bit. I can write, obviously. Though this is different. This is taking notes, hastily scribbled, and transforming them into coherent, well written, easy (for others) to read, notes. With various data, people's names, places, ideas, costs, prices, figures. A... new thing. A challenge. But, that is why I wanted to do this. So... I need to sort out my days, and get to it. I may need to do it several times, to get it right. Which is fine. I suspect, in time, I will gain skills, and produce patterned methods. But, for now... I just need to get it done, begin. Tomorrow, or Thursday.
Oh... one other thing. Someone needs a call. Might not answer, but will know I remembered. Hmm, but perhaps a bit of summer sausage first. Why so hungry? Crazy, but... okay. Good day.
Looks like the tire repair held (knock on wood) half pressure held 24hrs. Took it to full press and drove it 30 miles. "We'll see what tomorrow brings".
ReplyDeleteBrought fries and buns for the dogs, I got the patties, will munch some lettuce in a bit. The male at first turned his nose at the fries, female ate both offerings, took her eating most of them before he would take some. The heck did he smell?! must have offended him, he left.
That is something I have never done. If I get a hole in a tire, it's time to replace them all? Well, that's how I do things.
ReplyDeleteI have tried to replace just two, say the fresh on back, old to front (on rear wheel drives, before going 2/4x). Never worked. Which is why I never patched. Didn't trust it. Well, and it's a lot of work.
Still, if you can get it to work, excellent. Getting every nickel out of expenses is superior.
Nah, dogs, cats, people... just fussy. And, who knows, they have have been having a little spat between them. Even when we don't see it, certainly understand it, sometimes pets get fussy amongst themselves. I honestly wish I could understand them more fully. Though... it would be a lot like your kids, when they were small. "Daddy, he's LOOKING at me!". "Father, she is on my side of the the line of separation we created! Mine!". :p
I just wouldn't worry about it. If you are pack leader, and bring in freebies? They can enjoy, or blow. :)
Tires less than a year old. I did buy a "catastrophic failure" replacement package, I... don't consider a 1&1/2 inch wood screw "catastrophic" phillips head had to use a vice-grip to twist it out. I've patched/ plugged several over the years, never had any problem (knock-knock) Spare is a virgin, want to keep her that way.
ReplyDeleteMunched up most of the iceberg. Historical sidenote: General Douglas MacArthur is said to have a fondness for munching on heads of lettuce "helped him think" true or not, I could believe it.
Ah! Yes, if tires were that fresh, I'd... probably have it done though? If I even knew what was wrong. It sucks to be so tired I can barely stand many days. Difficult to sort things rightly, do things.
ReplyDeleteMacArthur, eh? I liked him, and had some trouble with him. Not... for the things some might think, either way. I don't care what upset the "American" sentiments (mostly lefty media propaganda, that). It's more... some of his military notions. Genius? If I... don't think we should have been involved in either WW. Never mind. I still... like the man, mostly.
And, I agree, whether he did or not. Something about munching, whether it be on iceberg, romaine, or cabbage... there is something about eating crunchy near air. It relaxes the mind, doesn't really fill the belly almost no matter, won't make you fat, and is so strangely calming. Psychicly cathartic, perhaps? Can't explain it, but maybe.