That heat just kills.

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I was able to tolerate a lot more last summer?  But maybe not.  I was staying indoors.  I wasn't being waken in the middle of my sleep, and yes, sometimes I sleep long hours.  And I wasn't being asked to do heavier work, or nearly as frequently.  Though too, I wasn't in a medicinal reset mode.  That, all by itself, can be nearly fatal.  Crushing, grinding, at least.

We made it to grocery stores today.  I upgraded my costco membership, just to be allowed in an hour earlier.  As things stand, that alone is worth it to me.  Cooler in the early.

I bought enough meat for me to go back on a mostly meat diet.  From now on, I will cook and eat for myself, mostly.  Eating when I need, as I do.  She has to get used to eating more solo, especially if she wants odds and ends.

There is always extra.  I (almost) never eat a whole steak.  Though, whether she wants me to cut and cook a portion, or cook it all, will be up to her.  My steak would be underdone for her, if that leaves room for reheating without ruining it.  For steak.  But for chuck and pork roast, we do well, agreeing with it's doneness.

While buying my chuck roll and ribeye roast, I realized we didn't bring a cooler.  So I bought one.  Before I could say two words, she jumped me.  I corrected that immediately.  It was the third or fourth bitchy episode today.  A, we aren't married.  B, my money is just that.  C, she didn't give me a chance to explain.  D, just no.  Even my wife won't be allowed that, without solid correcting.

And, no, it's none of your business either.  Other than that I solidly corrected, starting from the first nag this morning.  More gently, until it was in with both boots, and without allowances the last time.

Don't, as a guest, think you have say in my life, or that I will tolerate nagging, bitching, or such.  If... you want any input whatsoever, wait until I have fully explained something.  Then, after hearing, actually listening, then?  Then you may ask something, politely.  You simply don't have say nor I tolerance for jumping me, about anything.

Either that or you will be completely excluded from processes, thoughts, considerations, and will get what you get.  No, not hating, just... there are absolute limits to certain behaviors.  I can handle a quip, in the heat, or a bad day.  But I will correct, directly, fully, without mercy if need be.  And I will never appologize.  If you wish to stop talking to me?  Okay.  I can go minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, without talking.  I do that standing on my hands.  You can try holding your breath too.  All good.  *rictus grins*

Anyway... set up for food, for a bit.  I need to cut and package.  The roasts are still sealed, in the cooler, with ice.  I may head down shotrtly.  Though, not to cut even yet.  A shower, medicine, maybe cold cuts and cheese slices, plus a vinegar tonic, then lots of water.  Ugh.  So hot, even after sleeping.

I'll cool off, feed lightly, hydrate, then get back to bed.  Waking in the cool of the night to cut the roasts into more usable portions.  Two steaks will be left out.  Oh, and she just thinks I'll cut half the ribeyes for her.  A, no.  She wiill only eat a steak a week, a thin one.  I know her.  I will eat one or two.  So no half and half thin/thick.  If she isn't careful, I won't share at all.  Seriously, that's some gall.  Ugh.  Later.