A whisper, lingered?

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After a post, several days ago?  Someone, something, began to whisper.  It continues.

I ignore all such.  Until... I don't.  Fine.  I'll... post.

Happy New Year.

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Getting there.  Probably gaming a bit, then on to bed.

Women... on my mind.  Seems wires are crossing from the other direction too.

Good, then rough again.

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Food was good.  I was doing fine.  Then I hit some sort of wall.  It keeps getting worse.  Increments.  Small ones.  Heartburn?  Or... something like it.  Upset stomach?  Mild.  Sore ribs?  But... why?  The other I get from time to time.  Though, no, heartburn is very unusual, these days.  Going keto got rid of most of that, carnivore more so.  Ah, but I have been off my feed bag proper, for a while.  So... okay.

All sorts of little issues.  No clear fix, or immediate issues, just... symptoms.  Small, annoying, increasing in number, if none of them are too awful.  Yet.

Pork chops and sauerkraut.

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It turned out pretty good.  Fried, then put in the oven to finish.  Adding the sauerkraut when they were nearly done.  Overdone just a tad, but prefer pork to be very done.  It's... a spooky meat, to be absolutely honest.  I won't eat it very often, but... once in a while?  Depending how this works out.

I stopped eating pork when I started on carnivore.  At first, it was bacon I could no longer tolerate.  Then any pork.  Just too rich, or... something.  Bacon?  They put everything in there.  Things they shouldn't.  But, pork, as a general rule, is rich.  Too rich.  Rich in a way lamb isn't, as rich as lamb is.  I had to stop.

The music, and notions...

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Out of that's woman's vicarious mouth?  Maybe.

Oh, there were many.  Some I liked, but they didn't quite work, for me.  Or... I just didn't like them.  I'm picky, if my tastes are... well... my tastes.

Caught up with the young man.

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Married, now.  Living out on their own.  Working two to three jobs at a time.  One more than full time, the others when he has time, or on certain odd schedules... Four jobs, actually.  He hasn't slowed down a bit.  Wife doesn't always like it, but... it... is... good for them.

I told him things when he was young, about women.  I am all but certain he thought I was a sex maniac, or fiend.  Now that he has married?  He laughs, and... learned.  It's... not all that bad.  He was thirteen, and would have figured women out soon enough anyway.  I... may have taught him a thing or three.  *grins*  Though he is learning some things on his own.  I just... like hearing the stories of life.  Sounds like married life is... what it is, for good and ill.  I am pleased he is... there.