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I got two more bags of recycling ready and out.  Not a lot, but something.  That's six bags of stuff put out today.  A bit of a start.  Hoping to do at least that much daily.  As well, have success build on success.  Hopefully getting more done per day, per session, over time.  Will... see... now won't we?

As well, I got the burger fried, and a spaghetti sauce going.  Nothing fancy, but it should do.  I sniffed while it was cooking, tasted when it was finished... both hot and when it had cooled.  A bit old, but... not bad, or even freezer burn tasting.  Just... older.  And... it is!  Hopefully, in the sauce, it won't be too rough.  It really wasn't even terribly old, just... a bit old.

I began looking at  GrapheneOS.  Installation instructions.  Already hit a problem.  It wasn't me to turn a setting on my phone says I can't turn on.  I have to visit someplace soon, will ask them there.  Would like to boot google, and whatever else.  Will have to get a new email account.  Won't bother, of course, with gmail, or even my isp email.  That is horrible too.

Though, with this, I have to figure out my own text app, and some other things.  I would like to have a calendar.  Just not one that knows anything, or can pass things on... or automatically shut off appointments to mess with me.  Yes, this one does that.  It's the only way to go.

As well, I realized I still have an old computer.  Something failed on it.  Not sure what.  If it is the hard drive, that might be an easy enough fix.  If so, I could use that to install linux, initially.  If that works, then put this machine on that.  Yes, yes, I know.  Talk, talk, talk.  More hope, plan, hope, fall down, plan... try.  It's my life, it's... as good as it gets.

Oh, and I wrote about the killing jar, and someone popped this.  Oh, yes, I remember the song, even thought about it.  Didn't plan to look it up and hook it up, but here we are.  Someone has some serious notes, knows which song is where, and sometimes links it from key words.  Crazy, but... they really do.  Oh, and the link to what they dug up, in case you don't believe.  I certainly didn't look it up.  Wouldn't have been able to find it.  My search capacity through blog spot is zero.  It doesn't allow searches using the brave browser.

Amazing.  And... almost immediately after I posted with the "killing jar" bit.

The spaghetti sauce was very good.  The noodles?  Not so much.  Though, to be fair, I forgot to set the timer on the third time, and so they cooked a bit long.  They weren't terrible, just... flat?  I took a blood sugar test before eating, 114.  Will test in an hour, and then in two if it's fairly high.  Well, and I ate two to three doses of the stuff.  Pushing it.  

Which, on the good side?  I won't do going forward.  I really don't feel the same need, hunger, as I do with regular spaghetti pasta.  Still, I... was both hungry... and thought I might get that... draw to eat more, that I often do with pasta.  So... two ounces, or three, should suffice.

Ah, but some other music.  And... sensations.  This first one reminds me so much of my late teens, and early twenties.  It was... what it was like.  The second one reminds me, a bit, of the sense of my first woman, or the first woman where... more was intended, and we were going that way.  Not... the same ending, but that magic.  (Not hard rock, goth, or such, at all... soft rock.)

A first real love is... something else.  This was something else.  Captures aspects of what I so miss, felt, think, thought then, feel.  Yes.

Later, or good night.  I may crash a bit early.  I've turned off the heat in the front room, and turned down the furnace.  I just need to put the sauce up.  Made it from canned tomatoes, individual spices, a can of mushrooms, and... I think that was it?  It was quite good.  Spiced rather warmly, hot really.  Good night, most likely.