Not the best?

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True.  Mostly just passable.  But... that is enough.

In part, I crisped the outside a bit much.  Getting closer, to the control I want, need.  Three minutes on each side, twice.  I might take that down to two minutes.  I have shunted the outer grill most of teh way down.  I might close it off just a bit more.  Got a bit too toasty... toasted.  Though the inside was raw enough for my tastes.  Getting there.

I did slice the meat, but not as well as I would have liked.  Making more like two inch to three inch squares, rather than half inch by three inch pieces.  Still, that... worked out well enough.  A third of the steak was roughly diced, and I cut it more on the plate.

The salad was good, enough.  The lettuce is just starting to show it's age.  Hopefully a few more days of that.  I used italian, homemade.  I'll check the ranch, and perhaps have another salad later.  Though just lettuce and dressing, no steak.  That's for tomorrow.  Probably.

Trying to remember what I hand planned?  Oh, a shower.  And setting up dishes afterward.  To be run later, or while I sleep.  Ah, and laundry was started.  Which is part of why I didn't shower.  Though, the real reason I didn't shower was because I was so bloody tired.  So, the chicken or the egg sort of delay.  If I think it was mostly exhaustion.

The temp had dropped from, roughly, and at least, 51 to 45.  But, when I went out to start the grill, the temp had risen to 48?  Strange.  Gusts coming through, and a solid breeze.  It must be warmer air.  While seeming to come pretty much from the north west or west, depending?  Or was?  Which should be cooler.  And it feels cool.  It turns out to actually be warmer air.  It must be from the south, somehow, or a warm air mass to the north, as an unusual thing this early in the year?  It could happen.

Dream, day dreams, women, travel, work.  Fixing the house.  Sorting out a new home.  Figuring out food, back to carnivore.  So many things on my mind as I live and breath.  Difficult, some days.  Lately.  But working on it.  Will try to get my wardrobe straightened, organized, clean, pressed, and ready for church either this week or next.  Or... the next.  I need to get back in.  Confession, and... attempts to make it to various masses through the week.

Oh, right, and bug spray.  I'll look around for the hand pump thing, and stuff from... last year?  Maybe.  Can hope it still works.  The bugs are just getting crazy.

Hmm, yes.  A shower, dishes, bugacide, checking in on the laundry.  But that may be it, if I can even get to that.  Women.  On the mind.  But I have been staying chaste, with some minor effort, so far.  Dreams are where they can get me.  But, that doesn't count.

Later.