Good.

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Looks like things are going to move forward.  I can't remember when I woke up, though I am thinking 21:30, roughly, if well.

My feet felt slightly afire, and cold, but were neither.  Not sure what the problem is.  They are room temperature or warmer.  Just... one of those things.

A shower shortly.  I'll restart the dryer, for a final spin with whatever is in there.  Then either start another load, or... put anything that might be in the washer into the dryer?  I'm not sure, but I think I put that last load into the dryer without adding another wash.  Not sure there is enough for another load?  Oh, maybe whites.  Maybe.

Sleep has been good.  Warm.  Though could be warmer.  Sure looking forward to the arrival of hot water bottles.  Just one, if soon.  Hopefully tomorrow, but... can never tell.  They try to have it hear before they say it will arrive.  Often yes, sometimes no, and sometimes it just disappears.  Pretty rare, that latter, but it happens.  Never can be certain.

Coffee.  Maybe another?  Or a tea.  I have been practicing with the tea, to a degree.  I don't have a good way to cool off the water in such a way that I can hit the temp I want, and know it in time to use it.  The last electric kettle died.  I had another.  I bought two, only used one.  Since it worked, I didn't end up using the other.  Now I can't find it.  

It might be around, somewhere.  Or someone may have walked off with it.  Still having things disappear, just not in quite the volume, variety, and frequency of the past.  While I really don't like it, less is better than more, for what that is worth.  Now it is more like a neighbor who happens to be out of some small thing, taking what they know I have.  Not someone almost literally living off me.  Yes, I do know.

A shower shortly.  Trimming whiskers, first.  A shave after, if at all possible.  Dressing warmly after I dry.  I hate having my feet get soggy by putting them in too soon after showering.  Though procrastination ends with my feet and legs turning into the sensed semblances of icicles or such.

Someone is really going back through posts.  To the origin, even, of the "Legend, Lore, Myth" tag.  And... many others.  Some more or less serious, according to how most folk see things?  I just... write, show, tell?  I don't... worry.  I don't even worry about belief, how can I when I don't, can't, always believe myself?  That... isn't... always the point.  The truth, but the best I can do is attempt to staple it to the asses of some of my presentations.  Is it in there?  I hope so, the... will, intent... is for it to be.  We... all fall flat, fail, flail around for more than we can grok.  Still, I... write.  So it is.

I have been enjoying looking at some of the things I have written, posted, reading some, watching some, listening some.  Meh.  Doomsters do as Doomsters do, and one does it where whispers linger.  *grins*

Yes, on to a shower, and dressing warmly.  Eating, something, maybe.  On the good side, I should have food tomorrow.  Steaks of two types, I hope, chops maybe, perhaps lamb.  Going in on meat.  Not... a lot, save for steak.  But just... bits and parts of others.  Oh, and some of those treats, carnivore type treats, I found last time.  But, with meats on hand, I shouldn't overeat those.  They were quite good, didn't cause problems, offered small little discrete meals when I couldn't cook, and... yeah... were clean to the bone and that showed on the blood sugar reader.

But... just a bit more looking, before I get back to things.  Later.