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Something arrived, or was reported to have arrived. Not at the front door, or back. So... post office. Gotcha. To it, and back. Nifty to be on top of something, for once.
I called my mother. Went straight to message. Again. Either her phone is off, it isn't. Or she has me on ignore again. Okay. I called. That is that.
Such a day, week, several weeks. Such a night, last night. And women. Women! Women? Women. Must admit. Fascinating, Jim.
A fatted coffee. Thought about another, but no. One was good. Great. But enough. Fed Sassy through the day, and some extra. One meal left to offer her, before too long, as I head to bed. Close up shop. Oh, I best change her litter boxes, complete, but tomorrow. One of them, anyway. Water was refreshed today.
Cold out there, or cold enough, at 25 F, last I looked, Still dropping, probably. Though... sometimes it gets down and just sits there.
I am tired. I am ready for bed. I need to brush my teeth, feed Sassy but not for another hour? Or so. Then crawl on up. I really... want another coffee. May just go for it, since I need to be awake a bit longer. I was up around six this morning, worked heftily yesterday. Put in some efforts today, and out in the cold. And have been doing bits and pieces, pretty nearly daily, for the last two, three, weeks? I know I hit a wall a few times in there, but didn't fall for as long as expected. Or at times wanted. I'll take it.
Getting weary. Keep seeing if my heart is... heavy. There is some of that, but not as much as I would expect. It's thumping, but not like a flat tire. More like a tired which has done a lot of fair, hard, miles. Especially for being older, with a flat spot or two, and other wrong things. Very happy with my condition, given all else. Curious what tomorrow will be like.
I'd like to sort laundry, possibly take a shower, soak dishes, some or all of what remains. A start toward a finish. Maybe do some light care in the kitchen, after emptying the area a goodly bit. Just little pieces of work. Half hour sessions. Three, maybe four of them. Showers aren't counted as work. Nor is sorting, if it is a light seated effort. But, there... are real limits.
Sleep should be good, but I need to be awake another hour or two. So... coffee. A look around the web, world. Later.
Heard a rumor, now confirmed, one (or more) spawn will be here. Confirmation... Packed full fridge and bags of fresh fruit, Hmmm didn't see any kryptonite (I mean sourdough). Rice and deli sandwiches, some kind of red meat. Oh there are two flats of Muffins, great, that's all I need. The only reason I think She's NOT intentionally trying to kill me is She hasn't been bringing boxes and boxes of wine. So much for my week of chicken breast, I'll be on leftover garbage disposal duty.
ReplyDeleteI need to get away.
Couple day old fries I saved, pretty much a whole container, doggos getting it, I grabbed just enough for "yuck" factor, even warmed and extra spiced, nope. Its those little test victories, I'll take them. Had the last half of a double burger, they got half the bun.
Stuffy nose, maybe hit the Oranges.
Women do hate us. But they love to do it? Truth is, they don't even notice us unless we are dying, then we are inconvenient. Or when they are trying to get pregnant. The rest of the time, we are a wallet with a dick, not always a good thing either way. :p
ReplyDeleteWhen they are beyond buns in ovens, we are just loud bossy hairy things. I used to not be able to hear them. The best I could do was the Charlie Brown to teacher listen at them thing. I think they become like that to us, and sooner than most of us thought. They hear what we say, but have no idea what we mean. Can't fathom through it. Don't want to, either.
Either you laugh, or cry, but I'm certain it's true. She literally can't understand you, or doesn't believe anything you say, or both... somehow. Women are odd that way.
Yes. Some days I do better. Lately? I just can't eat meat, but have needed to eat. When I'm doing lifting, and moving things, and sorting, and at it, I need food. I have had to surrender, a bit.
Having help means pitching in. Simply because he can't make certain choices, won't. So... I have to be there. To be there I have had to eat. To eat, I have had to surrender just a bit. Still hoping to get back to meat. Then again, part of the surrender was that I wore myself out too much to cook, on top of work. So... We'll see. Steak today, I hope. And back to fatted coffee.
Actually, I can almost live on fatted coffee, but the dairy was out of cream last week. So... there was that, too. And I just won't do ultra-pasteurized... all storebought cream is such these days, that I could find. Even "organic". No!
Women. Geez. I can't get them off my mind, after the last few days. Have you ever seen that shy, angry, side, passive-aggressive, horny smile they give. I saw three off those. Others were more or less just openly pleasantly welcoming. My God, I thought women no longer did that. Getting off the pill, or going back natural, has... a very fine... flavor to it.
Strange that they hate us. They just... need us, for... some things.
Ugh. Everybody knows, at some point. Some can see it plainly as the sun at noon. Some of us can smell it. Ugh. Sorry... but the... events... caught me out like a stray dog who got too close to dog catchers. :)
#2 son pulled up from So. Cal after I got home(and posted). His alternator died, so instead of taking a seminar on judging classic cars, He's doing car repair. I threw some $... don't want that stranded call... though, a rescue trip would be "fun".
ReplyDeleteNot brag/ brag, his design for a search and rescue drone prototype, picked up a 30,000$ grant for development... I'm not worthy. I think this project is teaching him more about people on a project than he's learning about the engineering. 10 minute Q&A session with Lockheed -Martin, son answered for 8. I hope he's collecting business cards...
OK, he's talked with members of the "Skunk Works", unfreakingbelievable...
again I'm not worthy.