Up a bit late, again.

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Didn't get down until midnight, exactly.  So waking at just a few before eight makes sense.  I heard the six alarm, and... snoozed it?  For a while?  Or slept through the last few snoozes, even if I used them?  Not sure.  Don't remember.  Saw either 6:20, and maybe 6:30, but nothing after, that I remember.

I had the windows open upstairs, last night.  Just two of them, partial, to half open.  Air flow.  It's 68 in the main, and was 69 near me.  Down here, it is 70 in the main, 66 up front.  It was 40 outdoors.  It's been rather... consistent of late.  But, the warmth of the day is less, and for shorter.  It just isn't, so far, getting too much cooler.  So, it's staying pleasant.  Especially since I have acclimated to fall weather well, finally.

I finished the chicken.  Just to get it done.  Wonderful, to not have to cook to eat, sometimes.  Even if the food is very questionable.  Coffee is ready, I just have to add cream.  Love that stuff.  The coffee shops, even the ones which actually mean to be good, don't make good coffee.  Pour-throughs are as good as they get, if I have some doubts of their beans.  The quality, how they were processed, what was added to them.  And, their idea of cream is half and half, which guarantees you get lots of "sugar" in the form of lactose.  That's... what that is.  That's as good as they do.

My coffees?  French pressed... very good beans, roasted correctly, to a french, or double french (espresso the very rare times I can find it), or at least dark.  Well done, no artificial flavorings, no additives, just... beans done right.  And, with whole fat whole "whipping" cream, with quite a lot of fat, at least 35%, but probably closer to 40% to 45%, depending on the season.  When cows are eating stored feeds, hay and such, they don't produce as fat of a cream.  Nothing to be done for that.  But I won't complain.  I like the... flavors, and sensations, of each season.  God said it would be so, and so it is.

Such a strange dream.  I dreamed of... being... somewhere different.  Nothing was pictures, as we see.  People, trees, dogs, bicycles, automobiles, the sky.  No, it was all... a blur.  The opposite of pastels, darker colors, like oil paints smeared on a lens, but with enough light to pick up the colors.  And sounds were tonal?  A very strange dream, but interesting.  I'll add that to my collection of the very unique.  If I have no idea how to take it.  So... I'll just take it as is.  It was only slightly frightening as to being so different from my typical perceptions.  Became a bit dull, after a bit, more than anything.  Still, very unique.

Today?  Just trying to keep my day.  So I'll try to get to bed earlier tonight.  Perhaps get some of the laundry arranged.  Maybe set up my bandage bag.  Currently it is set for general minor wounds.  I think I'll set it up to tend my major wound, and with some small section for minor wounds yet.

I did get the scab off, mostly.  Then reset it, and the scab is back.  Since I am wearing liner, and/or woolen socks, at the moment, I am putting gauze in, between the skin and sock, so that if it leaks a bit, it doesn't get on the sock.  Once or twice a month, I'll bring the scab off.  Keep it off for a few days, then let it slowly grow back.  Trying to force it to regrow, rather than just scab over.  What he, the doctor, was doing.  But at a slower pace, and without debriding.

On to coffee, and gaming, for a bit.  I'll probably cook the steak later.  Have some on a bed of lettuce, or the salad mix.  That really is tasty.  Cabbage, too, tonight, or tomorrow.  Steamed.  Loverly stuff, when you learn to enjoy it.  I have tested my limits.  I have found my limits.  Now it is time to go back to what works, with the limited additions to my diet.  To see if that will work longer term.

Have a good day.