Seriously good stew.

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From salt level to garlic, fat to thickness, meat amount to mirepoix balance, it is perfect.  To... my tastebuds.  I can't make it better.  Now, each time I pull some out and revive it, with additional veggies and water, I'll need to be cautious.  It could thin out too much.  Still, if the flavor is there, I don't terribly mind?  It's... just... I really like it thick... stewy.

I didn't add any extra veggies, but I do have a fairly big bag of mixed carrots, celery, broccoli, and cauliflower.  I had mushrooms, but those are gone.  More would be nice.  Oh, I have some root veggies as well... look like white carrots.  Very tasty, if you don't let them go to moosh.  One per day pot, over the next few days.

Next, to get a shower, do some dishes, set up waterers for tomorrow... and rabbit food if needed.  I'll skip laundry for tonight.  Other than getting to the post office, I am not going to do much else.  A few portions of dishes, a shower, a shave, the post office, and to bed as early as possible.  Oh, I best get slow acting insulin in.  Yeah.  I'm working on things, and it is getting better, mostly.

You do terrify.

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Some of you don't know, but there is at least one among you who knows what I post as I write it.  I suspect several.  How?  Tech isn't my field, sight is.  Pattern recognition, the human, other two-legs, as well as a few other things are my areas.  Although I am pretty sure the watchers don't realize I know, or forgot I do have real sight.

Proof?  Someone just visited this post, a day before publishing this post.

But that isn't what terrifies.  A real or imagined beautiful body, mind, or soul will often find covetous eyes upon it.  Creepy as that is, it is no surprise.  It is your responses.  Some of you get far too much, or understand in ways which can undo me.  Even those with only kindness in your intent.  Those who hate, I... merely commiserate.  I... understand.  Save those who can and do harm.  You are wrong, and know it.  Even just in your hate, but to act on hate is... google.  For they no longer pretend to try not to be.

It is because of the harm those who hate are inflicting that I am going.  Mostly bureaucrats from what I can tell, at the federal level.  Still, they aren't the truly frightening.  I can see it in the pops... the music, humor, sadness, perhaps joy?  I... I think so.

Two final posts?

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Video posts, anyway.  Videos started popping.  Most new, a few old...  Why?  I decided to create two posts to break them up, as a gift, or bane, to my compatriots, sympathizers, and haters.  I suspect it was a bit from each of you... what created the froth.  Still, I am done.  I will not comment.  Every one of these popped since I retired.

Work makes sleep pay?

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I think so.  Down right at 22:00, up right at 7:00.  Still tired, if that is why it is called morning.  They just dropped the "u" to try to convince us it is a good, or better, time.  Dreamed.  Funerals.  The last was the most difficult.  My mother makes a wonderful and terrible mourner.  No more details, just in case.  Though, if it will, it will.

Resting blood sugar is 198.  Morning bp 141/101 is and pulse is 77.

Today?  Stuff.  Well, limb processing.  Perhaps work on the gutter system.  Dishes, shower, laundry, and getting packages ready to go.  I should have something to eat while at it.  I am not eating much or well, if I need to try.  I may also dig holes to transplant the horseradish.  As well, water the starts just a bit again.  Unless it is raining, or has.

All good.  Later.

Huh? Yeah, no. Fishing pole.

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Strangest of questions.  Thought about it.  Thought back.