More smoking.

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Trying Cornish game hens, a tritip sirloin roast, and pork ribs.  Brisket tomorrow.  Using apple pellets, if you can believe any label at this time.  The probe is in one of the little birds.  I have several, but no need.  I know the fowl will be finished first.  Though, then it becomes a tossup as to which of the others finishes next.  However, pork ribs can be cooked extra long without too much trouble.  So I'll put the probe in the beef. 

Hot.  If it didn't hit 100, it only missed by a degree or three.  Even in here, where it is cool, the heat just reaches in and lets me know nowhere is really safe.  Reminds me, I need to go through things, find shorts.  Winter pj bottoms just won't do.  And muscle or tank shirts.

I brought Jasmine in.  She likes it outside more.  Still, she got a bit of cool.  Fresh cold water, three or four times a day for her, even the cats.

Two ac's running much of the day.  One upstairs and I set one up in Mom's room.  I wish she would shut her's off later at night.  But, a) she sleeps at night, b) her room is south facing so gets plastered,  c) she keeps it at a reasonable 72, d) she is nearly 84.  I am not going to argue that one.  For me, I give my unit the night off... if, when, possible.

With the next week (2 months) being in the 90s to low 100s, that may not be possible.  Certainly at some point, between the house mass and lack of real cooling, I'll have to run it 24/7.  May have to add an ac to the living room window as well.  Hot, but just usual summer heat.  Maybe even on the cooler side of that.

She was thinking we should talk.  To me, there is nothing to talk about.  I simply can't trust a thing she do and will need to lock everything up.  Living with a thief and liar sucks.  For now... we'll see.  No, I won't accept her gaslighting.  Best just take the hit than try to lie out of it.  An apology would be good, don't expect that from women, especially about that which they untruth about.

Anyway.  Until I can get the latches and else in place, I am using... impediments to egress.  A minor, weighty, complicated, obstacle course.  It'll be both the upstairs and my bathroom.  She even stole a comb I really like.  I got it back.  But she just takes.  No!

The alarm is sounding.  Time to check dinner.

Mostly gaming, lately.

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No discussions, about this or that.  Nothing, really, to be said.  Besides, I'm busy.  Just life moving on.  I am just... more careful.  About everything.

Dark Souls 3, running four 'toons through.  Wanted to run a tank, thief, mage, and pyromancer through.  But the mage is so slow, especially with early kit, that I just ran two pyromancers through, with the idea of changing one to a mage, or battle mage, on the second run... when they have enough skills, spells, and equipment to run effectively. 

Troubles.

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I found my wallet open, and my wad of small bills beside, on my clothing.  I don't do that.  Though perhaps?  Then, today, I found my wallet in the wrong pocket.  Nope.  I am going to have to lock my bedroom from both sides.  A padlock on the outside.  Latches or other inside.

As well. I am certain she has been letting someone play my console.  Probably neighbor kids.  Though, to, it could be anyone with whom she is currying favor.  More, I purchased secure padlocks.  Spent a small fortune on them.  I am just about convinced she clept them, allowing the keys to be copied. 

She said.

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A red, now black?, pilled woman, on y.t. I occasionally view, said "How I realized society was not going to get better".  I haven't viewed that vid, or yet.  Thinking about if I will.

Of course, unless these are truly the end of days?  She is wrong.  Though, some interpretations of prophecy strongly suggest even an earthly golden age, under the King's rule, for some... longish time.  If, even without that, there is heaven for at least the elect.