Very peculiar.

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For some reason, I am feeling very good.  Too good to sleep.  So I have remained awake.  Videos from the past are flooding my feeds.  Some from this way, others from that.  And... very oddly, new ones that I have been enjoying.  May share some of each, later, tomorrow, or... not.

I had fallen behind on the litter boxes.  got those sorted in time for trash takeout.  If... I forgot to refill them.  Sassy just went right in the boxes, empty as they were.  Had to chuckle.  Then got fresh in, cleared out the bad, and it's all good again.  It happens, once every few months, I just... lost focus, forget, and the stuff goes too bad to refresh and I have to start over.  Otherwise I clear things twice a day, and refresh once ever few weeks to once a month (since there are two and I keep them very clean).  Not sure if that is good enough, but it's what I can do.  And... she seems okay with it?

Well?

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Still working at things.  Hoping to make sure the first load is dry.  The fold that.  Checking on what is air drying while at it.  I did get a basket of things to take upstairs for now.  Some are blankets, which are still fresh, where folded a while back.  Would like to get them in those airtight bags.  Hmm, though really, some of those things should just be folded with the others.  Or... before.  Those won't be done for a bit.

I did get the bigger dirty dishes washed.  Some larger copper bowls, for egg work.  I'll... need to buy lemons, and use lemon and salt to shine them.  Neglected, for as expensive as they are.  Really keeping at things.  As well, changed two of the fermenting jars, soaked and washed those once.  Doing them one more time.  Then into the dishwasher they go.

Not much?

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I just wasn't able to get to things.  I may put the dishes away, I did run one load.

I did reheat chicken.  As well, had corn and peas.

Some one... said something.

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I wasn't sure I wanted to go with them, with that.

But... fine.

In digging.

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I found my sous vide equipment.  Never did use it.  Thinking about it.  My only real problem?  I am not sure, at what temperature, plastic begins infusing the food.  Yes, it's... a concern.  Does it infuse food at any temperature?  Is it a time thing?  I just don't know.  But, yes, I do think about it.  With the dishwasher, I may go completely glass, for fridge containers and else.  Washing those things, to now, was simply too much.

Though, while pondering, and considering doing research regarding plastics, what is safer (honestly, if maybe they don't know or would simply lie), various notions about this and that, I found a video about how to optimize the use of the system.  And... an older video about why not.  Just... to add a few other opinions.

The patterns.

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It isn't all about me.  Had to ponder this one.  I figured it was to be about me.  In a way, it is.  In a way, it isn't.  The women I have known.  The youngest of them?  Has aged out of viability.  The oldest, last I knew, was still alive.  Women really don't age well, at all.  They start out as on top of the world as they can get.  Men start out as dogs, and generally get better.  Even if terminally ill, if unable to die.

Oh, yes.  Was someone saying something with this?  Is one of them dead, or dying?  I don't know.  Or... is it just a thought, from out there?  I can't say.  Just that it caught me off, I looked, and I saw.

Patterns. Part II

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I... thought.

Ended up here.

Patterns.

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I saw it.  In pieces, bits, parts, over a short time?

I enjoyed, immensely.  Hmm?  Oh, here.

Oh, right.

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I slept in this morning, but just to ten.  More as a luxury, than need?  Sleep was wonderful.  I am dreaming of... having the house set up, cleaned up, painted, reset in a number of ways, and... really... nice.  Everything that is happening is slowly going in that direction.  If there is so very much yet to do.

And, with women crossing my mind, sleep has been a bit complicated.  Dreams, thoughts.  Everyone knows the opposite sex is a trap.  And... most of us... would like to be trapped, even just a little bit, or for a while?  I suspect so.  Sleep was odd last night.

A beautiful shower.

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Took forever to get going.  Had to go upstairs for something.  Twice.  Memory sucks as bedtime approaches.  Fed Sassy.  Now to find duct tape, to attach the plywood to the platform.  Then I have to make the bed.  Though, with how I do things now, that's a snap.

Too full though.  I thought that food would have settled by now.  But, no.  And I really did eat three pups and parents worth of chow.  Hungry.  Terribly hungry.  Couldn't cook though.  Fed, but now too well fed.  Oh, but painkillers, aspirin tonight, and another dose of carbonated water.  No coffee for a while, no cream anyway.

Alpha?

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Sigma.  Contest?

Laughed, I did.

Someone seems to... see... remember.

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It was definitely her.  The first one I saw from over there.  She terrified me so deeply I forgot her.  I was busy dying myself, as well.  So, it was more complicated than... just that.  Death frightened me, not just hers, mine too.  Plus... all else involved.  I ran from her, and her memory, as far as I could.  It... wasn't far enough.

Yes, someone knows what I discus.  Did they know she was the first?

Good.

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Cat fed.  Test strips found, but then got caught up in straightening and cleaning.  So... now a break.  I'll get the saw and base together shortly.  Was looking for the knee pads, as wrestling with the saw takes a lot of work on the knees.  Even though I have lost a lot of weight, my knees are still a weak point.  I'm pretty sure where they are, will get them while resting.  Or try.

Set eggs to boiling.  Hoping this batch will be easier to peel.  Either way, fresh boiled eggs are a joy.  Especially really good eggs.  These are eggs you really can't get commercially... truly free range during the day, fed non-soy feed, truly good eggs.  And the colors!  This time there are, the usual, brown in various shades.  But, this time, there are bright blue!  And a few other colors.

Forgot to post.

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Was a bit chilly, when I woke.  A bit of a struggle waking, and staying asleep.  I started waking around 18:00, but had been up until at least noon.  So I wanted more sleep.  Not sure how much more sleep I got.  Perhaps a half hour, as much as two.  I just... don't know.  All good though.  I... woke when I couldn't sleep more, and laying down when I can't sleep is a misery.

Tea, to start.  And the last handful of walnuts remaining.  I forgot to check blood sugar until after I had eaten, and then tested right after.  Which... means the reading is definitely high, ten to twenty points?  More, or maybe a bit less.  Most likely more, if other than suggested.  It was 132... higher than wanted, but not a horrible number even if not.  A good number, most likely.  All the averages are dropping a few points every few days to week.  Back on track, mostly.

Strange thoughts...

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Videos, really.

Patterns emerge.  I watch.

Never sure.

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Someone was... is... saying something.

What it ever absolutely means?  God, only, probably knows.  For even the thinker, often, of mortal means, knows little.  Thinks he does, doesn't.

Still limping.

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Oh, I am hoping walking will help with the limping.  I have been limping, mostly because of that right foot that went bad for a goodly bit.  Though, then too, now, sometimes, the left foot from being pressed into more service to cover for it's brother foot.  I limped the whole ten minutes.

No, ten minutes isn't the goal.  It is the start.  I was a bit surprised that it didn't exhaust me?  Okay, whatever.  Though, why stop then?  Because my foot hurts.  Pulling along on a foot that stings with every step, the right one today, I did what I could do.  I live on a larger 'block', which is more like a block, block and a half, by two blocks?  Or... so it seems.  I don't mind.  I just wish I felt comfortable enough to go further.  If I am pleased that exhaustion wasn't the limiting factor.

Be careful out there.

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Some of you are thinking "cute winter boots", or such, is a joke.  If you have heard about it at all.  It is the organized lefts' idea of bringing violence (terrorism) to play against (basically white men) Trump supporters.  I am seeing some of this in action.  It hasn't gotten to violence, but it is out there.

No, I don't wear a maga hat, or else.  I am simply a certain (looking) man of a certain age.  I dress rather plain.  Though, it might be another sort of thing.  My name may, now, be considered wrong, in some circles.

Sorting out life.

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Attempting to make sure an appointment is covered.  It seems like this one is set up.  Others I have to figure out.  Ugh.

I keep being surprised at what is happening regarding the government.  I really didn't think much would be done.  More just another kick of the can down the road.  With repatriations not just going forward, but nations breaking under the weight of demands... even to offering planes to help with repatriation after getting really smarmy.

More and more.

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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.