Hungrier?

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Okay.  That caught me a bit off guard.  I mean, I just didn't see it coming, and so wasn't prepared... with a more carnivore answer.  Steak?  Only so much.  But other things can be added, that are carnivore, or more in that vein.  For a week or so, here, now, I... could only put stuff in my face that I had.  Which wasn't the best.  Thankfully I didn't have Halloween candy on hand, or else.  Or it would have gone down the hole like a vacuum eating dirt.

I have some things I was already planning.  The steaks, of course.  And tuna steaks, a nice add.  Lettuce and a general salad mix, which while not carnivore, are... within specs to be used in that diet.  At least for me, and in my case.  Then there was the packets of tuna, sardines and anchovies.

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.

Made it to the store.

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Finally.  Was out of lettuce, days ago.  No cabbage.  Even out of coffee.  They seem to steal some of that, but not as much as they used to take.  Trust me, I... kept close track for a while.  Not sure how, or when they got in.  Must have been while I was sleeping.  Though I had some number of doctor appointments at that time, and the windows were often open.  Screens are easy to remove and replace.

Anyway.  To town.  A shorter trip.  Beside coffee, cabbage, lettuce, I finally found a whole chicken, so grabbed that, found thin slices of top sirloin.  Not my favorite to buy thin, but... it might work, especially with salad.  Sour cream, and just a few other things.  More coffee than intended.  They changed the bags.  So I thought these where half pounders.   Nope.  I thought I was buying three pounds, double that.  And coffee, the good stuff, is pretty spendy these days.  But... I've wrapped and frozen most of it.  Not perfect, but it will do.

Tiny details.

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In a game as large as Elden Ring, the level of detail, the volume of items, number of secrets, and special missable bosses and fights, is impressive.  For all of it's problems, this isn't one of them.  Even if they cheat certain things, a lot in some places, you get value for your money.  The quality mostly makes up for the cheating.  Stick and carrot, always, it seems.

Still, I remembered quite a bit, for not having played for years.  And I figured out other things.  But there are still things I miss, forgot, or possibly never found originally on my first playthrough.  Wonderful though, enjoying.  And... looking up things.  After I have, pretty much, cleared an area, then I'll go see what I missed.  Then decide if I'll go back for it.  Which I usually do.  Even if I don't use it with this 'toon, or this 'toon's particular build, doesn't mean I may not use it later, on a slightly, or vastly, different build.

I may have figured it out.

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Why waking has become a bit later?  Right.  The sun.  It's... not even close to being up when I am trying to wake.  Now, that isn't always the problem, or the only problem, but... yes.  When I realized some of the problem, I decided to try to do something about it.  And have.

I was able to wake this morning by 6:30.  Turning on the light helps.  Just a lamp, but it's got three levels, and the brightest is fairly bright.  Nearly a ceiling light level.  Dimmed in the roundabout, a bit, with the shade.  But I sleep under it, so it smiles shine very pleasantly, for waking.

Gladly wrong.

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Well, sort of.  The lemon crystals, in simple (if carbonated) water, was very good.  I used two packets, but think one would have been fine.  Next I'll try the lime.  Nice to have, for when I simply can't get to the store, or keep those on hand.  Still, prefer fresh.  Life doesn't always allow for preferences.  I can't wait to try it in butter, for a pan sauce of some sort.

Beginning to replace blankets.  I have a two good wool blankets.  Ordered another.  May order one more.  The only synthetics I will keep are from my past.  One was made by my mother, the other was from a child I helped raise for a while.  I think he was the only child whose diapers I changed.  It's not as bad as I thought, mostly.  Still, left it to his mom, most of the time.  Even I have empathy, sympathy, and do what needs to be done, when it needs to be done.  She had to show me, and supervise, but I wanted to know how.  So, didn't mind.  If, as mentioned, that was usually her task.

Nothing done.

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Even so, it has been a good day.  Restful, comfortable, but looking for... something.  Missing something.  Trying to get back on track.  Keeping to days though.  And staying comfortable, not too warm or cold.  Not too much or too little sleep.  Well, for... the way things are.

I did get the tuna steak cooked.  And it was good.  Not great, not terrible.  Then again, I simply fried it on the flattop, with a little butter.  The flattop needs to be cleaned really well, as well.  I'll do that tomorrow.  Oh, and a case of cases of water arrived today.  Why they put four of them in one box is beyond me.  Two per box is optimal, and easier for everyone.  But they arrive in singles, doubles, triples, and day four in one box?  It arrived, it was good, it has been put up.  I could carry it.  I suppose older people could open it and take one or two at a time.  Just... two is better.

A tuna steak and tea.

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Not much, but it is good.  Was.  I tried the lemon powder in the tea.  The tea is a mix of herbs, and a white tea.  The lemon crystals either aren't very good tasting, are very weak, or didn't go with the blend.  I'll add another packet to the tea, see if more strength helps.

Water arrived.  I got that put away.  It's impossible for me to not buy it, when it's the same price as I'd pay at the store, but with no shopping, hauling, then putting up.  But... it could get hot in shipping?  How do you think stores get it.  The same damned way.  And, yes, it does get hot, in shipping, no matter.  Or freezes along the way.  Or... both, if coming from California, through to Arizona, say, then up through Utah.  It... might do both, in the same zone, on some odd days and nights.

Late.

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Didn't get out of bed until after seven.  I was in bed by 20:30, probably closer to 20:00.  Not sure what the problem was.  I was colder while sleeping, last night.  I have been using one blanket, but last night added my two favored extras.  I checked the temp, it was 71, nearly 72.  Which is the same it has been for weeks now.  Not sure what the deal was.

But I am awake.  Sassy is fed, coffee is brewing.  I'm... thinking about how to get started on more.  A few more boxes to break down, so I'll do that before anything.  Just to keep that even.  I did put one small load of laundry through last night, but finished it.  Everything from it has been managed.

Mostly gaming.

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I was hungry, though.  So I made several cans of veggies, heated them anyway.  Butter, lots of butter.  And some salt.

It's been 73, in the main, and up front here, most of the day.  Finally, in the afternoon, it has warmed up to 75?  It feels so hot.  The warmest it has been in a while?  In the house.  No, it isn't the furnace.  I had to check.  That is set to 70.  It... isn't heating the house at all.  Very... strange.  Between the window being replaced and having the furnace blower on all the time, the world remains better.  If it's hotter outside, it is cooler indoors.  As it cools?  It... is staying warmer.

Finally!

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I'm telling you, that laundry just would not dry!  Run after run, it just wouldn't work.  Not just one load, four loads.  I even reduced load sizes after having so much trouble with that first load.  Brutal.  Still, done.  Finally.

The towels, both bath and kitchen, were folded.  As were the pillow cases and sheathes.  Bath towels are up, kitchen towels... well... I don't have a right place for them, currently.  I may just use a box, for now.  The pillow items will go up, with the clothes, and be put into an airtight bag.

Up!

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Down around 20:30?  Or so.  Up just before five.  I'm doing okay.  Sort of holding onto daytime.  But... it's turning fall, things might slip harshly shortly?  Maybe, maybe not.  Holding on as well as I am able.

Sleep was good.  I am sleeping right through the night.  Looks, however, like someone was in the house last night.  Yes, I can tell.  They have this stupid thing, with certain light switches.  Retards are willful about something that shouldn't matter to them.  Looks like they gamed a bit.  That can be fixed.

Very nice.

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I heated the last of the steak, in foil, in the oven.  Then sliced it, putting the pieces on the last of the salad and italian dressing.  Oh, my, that was good.  I couldn't eat it all, but I enjoyed what I could.  I wanted to eat it all.  I just couldn't.  I have eaten enough these last few days.  Some sort of hunger was driving me.

Blood sugar is a bit up.  Must be from the extra protein.  Four, or five now, bm's in the last two days.  Something just... happened.  No worries, life is good that way.  I'm almost thinking there is another bm on the way.  All good.  Clearing and cleaning out is just fine.  It's been months since I've had two in the same week, or pretty close.  So... all good.

Another tuna salad.

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It's not fancy.  It doesn't fill all that well.  But... it's... something.  I may heat the rest of the steak in a bit, slice that, and have that on lettuce.  Almost out.  Which is fine.  I have tried to buy two batches at once, but the first batch can go a bit wonky (not this time) before even getting to the second batch.  So, no.  I'd rather go without than to try to munch my way through terrible old bad lettuce/salad.

I must admit, salad lasted well this time.  If, too, I have been munching it well, often, in volume.  No waste this time.

Good?

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I didn't get to bed until 21:30 or so.  Later than I wanted.  Gaming has me back in it's thrall, if not as harshly?  Being a game I have some familiarity, I'm not killing myself to learn while doing.  But enough has been forgotten that there is still... things to... sort.

I had thought I would get in, kick around a bit, then go on to the dlc.  But the tunes I had for this are back on the ps4.  I thought I brought those forward, but maybe they just don't do that.  Don't know.  So... I'm starting over.  Actually, I have two 'toons in the works.  One the easier starter, one a more difficult starter, but more potent later game 'toon.  I had meant to start with a base 'toon, long ago, but always hated the idea.  And didn't want to restart, with two or three high level 'toons.  But, since starting from the start, I'll take the initial pain and work it from there.

I just haven't done well.

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I am slipping, sliding, toward sleep.  Have been all day.  Other than when not stuffing my face.

I think I have the second load of laundry dry.  I'll check shortly.  The last load of whites is washed.  I am hoping the other is finally dry, so I can switch those out.  I was hoping to have everything dried, folded, and put up.  Nope.  I didn't even take what is dry upstairs to sort.  Nor will I yet today.

Fumbling, and hungry.

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Not sure what is going on, wrong, or right?  Hungry.  I have eaten more between yesterday and today than I have in... weeks.  Or... so it seems.  Since this morning, I have had three salads, two with tuna... I think, half of the remainder of the steak from yesterday, most of a bag of pecans (couldn't stop, even if they are old), three very dark chocolate squares with peanut butter, a fatted coffee, and I'm starting in on macadamia nuts.  I'm going to hold the line at three ounces of those.  And... I am thinking of having another fatted coffee.

Why?  I can't say.  I'm not cold, or weak, or exuberant, or... anything else different.  Just hungry.  Uhrm, HUNGRY.  There.  Did I eat anything else?  Not that I remember.  But... something is driving that need, or want?  No, it feels more like need.  I just don't understand it.

Bleh?

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Not really.  But sort of?

Salad, as mentioned, to start off the day.  With a can of tuna, in olive oil.  The last of that.  Coffee, as well.  I found an old pack of pecans.  I am eating them, not sure I should.  But... hungry?  Strangely, yes.  I think they are rancid, or so close that... I shouldn't eat them.

A good sleep.

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I probably made it up, to 17:00.  How much past?  Probably not much.  I was crashing so hard.  I did have to push that last hour or two.  Why though?  When I went in, down, I went away, fast.  I woke around 3:30, but was able to drift a bit longer, to 4:30.  Even then, I didn't just pop out of bed.  It's not that it took long to shake, wake, and roll out.  Just that it was a slog, short as it did take.

I have been working on removing the scab.  At this point, though, I have sort of quit and will let it grow back.  Didn't get it all off, most of it though.  The wound is shallower.  The scab is about all there is too it, at this point, and it is extruding, not concave into the bed.  I'll put lessor dressings on, until the scab more completely returns, then cautiously leave it open to completely dry again.

Fried, cooked, done.

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Not sure why, but I am absolutely bushed.  It's earlier than I hoped, at not yet 17:00.  Closing in though.  I do think I'll have that salad.  And, get the laundry upstairs after.  Oh, and feed Sassy a last time.  So very tired.  Exhausted right to my bones.

All good.  I didn't get trash and recycling together and out.  I am hoping I will wake early enough.  The thing will be to start laundry, then get those things gathered and out.  Putting them to the curb.  It's... as good as I can do.

Now THAT is a steak.

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I wasn't sure... about it.  T-bone, porterhouse, depends on which edge of the roast it is cut from.  Since I went at least a full rack, I got a bit of each.  This first one that I had out, and cooked, was a porterhouse, with both types of steak in full bloom.  And thick.  She looked good, I'll say that.

And, yet, I've had questionable t-bones/porterhouses lately.  Still, I went with it.  And, today, I finally cooked the one I had out.

Sleepy.

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More.  Absolutely exhausted.  So I turned the heat up.  Sometimes that works.  I am cold, too.  Nope.  That just isn't doing it.  Coffee, neither the caffeine or the warmth helped.

I checked the laundry.  Reset the dryer to a final spin.  The wash just has to wait, but it's ready.  Yes, sometimes the washing machine takes longer than the dryer.  Not this time.  Ah, I have a hoodie jacket that was washed yesterday, dried.  It's setting sorted with the rest, to be taken upstairs.  I'll snag that and wear it today, to try to warm up.

A good start.

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Yes, yes.  Laundry sorted, reset, fresh and last load in the wash, second to last into the dryer.  That which was dried has been set to go upstairs, or folded... the towels and such, for into the bathroom.  Hmm, should have taken them on it while at it.  Next time I am up I will do just that.

Sassy fed.  A few other small details attended.  Coffee finished, the french press cleared and cleaned, ready for next run.

A bit tight on sleep.

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But, okay.  I'll do this.  I made it to 19:00, with some help this time.  Eyes were bloody dry tired.  After that, I made it another hour, to come down?  Sort of.  So, down at 20:00, maybe as late as 20:30, if more likely right between those two?  I'm sort of going on blurry memories of the alarm clock, and wrist watch, as I was falling into... the localized hereafter.  Falling so fast, memory gets... tangled, even changed.  But... close enough.

Up right at three.  I mean on the dot.  So, six and a half hours down?  Not... optimal, but it works.  Why up at three, and bolt?  I can't say, but that is how it worked.  There was not negotiating, or I would have slept longer.  Bolt, awake, now, done.  Still, waking like that is preferred.  I hate mushy mornings, when I go to step on the pedal and all I get is some slow slight minor function.