Boi, was that HOT.

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I had put together an 'italian' dressing a while back.  Forgot it, and the romaine.  Strangely enough, the lettuce is still good.  The dressing is fine, having been put into an airtight container, if left at room temp.

Olive oil, the best and surest I could find at an affordable (enough) price, apple cider vinegar with the mother, salt, both black and white pepper, several italian favored spices and herbs, and of course some heat.  I think I even used the older hot spice, just a bit more of it.

Dishes, and missed again.

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Don't take it personally.  Trust me when I say, a free meal, I wouldn't have to cook myself, or clean up after, is... golden.  Saying hello to real people, without going into some sort of personal debt is also golden.  I... do like to see people.  I don't get to, often.  Even though I may be strange, I am more simple than it might seem.  A few minutes of talk, an hello here or there, perhaps news or information, local, regional, or larger, is always interesting.

I don't miss things lightly.  I miss things because I am a broken device which can't sleep, or wake, walk well, or am in some level of pain.  Currently, walking very well is a bit beyond my ability.  My feet burn.

Something makes sense, now.

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Remember the vid, on Neanderthals?  Right.  And the notions that they had huge lungs, a trait I share?  Well, regardless if this is due to genetic connections, there has always been a problem, for me.  Having huge lungs is great.  But, without a big nose by which to carburate air?  I choke, often.  I NEED more air.  Always have.  Always felt like if my nose just had bigger inlets life would be better.  And it would be.  I've got a smaller, for my size almost delicate, nose.

Yes.  That came to me earlier in the day.  It always feels blocked up, even when it plainly isn't.  And things like vick's, while it helps in some ways, it doesn't help nearly enough.  A bit late in life for a consideration, but if I was younger, I would have considered altering my nose so as to bring in more air.

Roasted chicken and cabbage.

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Not a fancy meal?  Though, rather a bit of a luxury, given the cost.  Cabbage is cheap, whole roasters, even by lower per pound prices, given how much bone there is, actually is a richer meal.  Not prime rib or ribeye prices.  Though, probably closer, by actual pound of meat, than might be suspected?

All I know is that it came out well.  Juicy, not overdone, tasty.  I did brine it for an hour or two.  Salt, but onion and garlic powder, rosemary, sage, and... something else.  Yes, it did impart a wonderful taste and aroma.  The cabbage was quite good too.

Someone speaks.

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Using tools I have used for tongues.

Knowing yourself, and your enemy, will only lead to victory, if you are true.

Rough.

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I ate too much yesterday.  And... everything in the line just... stopped.  Plus, with the beans making gas, it made for a miserable night.

I was able to put out some, and pee a bit.  But I was absolutely stuff, plus bloating, all through the night.  Though, the last two hours, or so, ended up being better.  Must have passed enough gas, through the night, and voided pee enough, to allow some comfort finally.

Even guys?

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Oh, I... recognized some things.  Or... saw what others were seeing, saying.  So I... went there.  Mostly chicks, I thought.  Guys, too, it seems.

Now I'm wondering.  Pretty sure even the guys seem to think so?

Pudding?

Proof.

Awake.

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Woke just after noonthirty.  Not feeling great, but not as bad as it has been.  The aches and pains are back, but lightly.  The toe knuckle isn't screaming, isn't even swollen?  The skin on the feet still burn, if more gently.  Hobbling about is doable, mostly.  And without agony, just slight suffering.

Exhausted, if not sleepy.  A form of being tired that simply means I don't have much energy, focus, or access to memory all that well, and yet can't really sleep.

Estrogen all over everything.

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Oh, I don't mind.  I get the scent of... cinnamon buns, home made caramels, fried chicken, and lipstick.  Oh, and a hint of a parfum or three... well, and the scent of the purists, and... really purist purists.  Still, it's... around.  Hateful?  And curious.  Feminine.  Nosy.  Looking under rocks, even those.  Women.  Ladies?  Grins.

Oh, the videos.  Wonderful, or not.  Hundreds have clamored for eye space, time.  Some were dumped, some were allowed, only few are showing up.  Not... all are being showed because they are preferred.  Just... they were... a part of it.  So few will be showed.  Though, I did drop all the patriarchy ones.  Pretty much.

Better?

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Almost?  I went to bed late, but when it was comfortable.  And woke late, when it fit.  I couldn't do things on my schedule, so did them when they were reasonable.  When I was able, not when I wanted to do them.  It makes sense, but sometimes my stubborn streak sees me pushing things way out of shape trying to do things my way.

If I tried to work a nine to five, or some other scheduled life, I couldn't do it.  Thankfully, that isn't required.  Frustrating, though.  If nothing else, I would like to be more social.  It just isn't possible.  Social requires... some sort of scheduling.  I don't have that.

Who knew?

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She's... still reading, listening.  Yeah.  I thought she had flown the nest a bit ago.

Oh?  Oh yes.

I had to chuckle.

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Someone was saying something, or coincidences are real.  Since I don't believe the latter, if I also don't necessarily believe the former, I am left with what is.  I will let you decide.  Oh, there was more, but this is what I will share.

Brats, and more.

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I did get the chicken brats going.  But, while scrounging, I found beef based 'polish' sausages.  Which are usually, as well, pork.  However, I can't find pork brats or polish sausages that don't have sugar, or soy, or... who knows what all.  Some of it can't honestly be pronounced correctly, because it was meant to be not understood.

Anyway, while beef and chicken sausages aren't as rich?  If they are not contaminated with chemicals, I'll... take that.  Into the oven, allowed to brown well, nearly burn... get a good crisp skin.  Then I added sauerkraut and a bit extra vinegar.

Someone remembered.

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The problems with peeing.  Too much, too often, at night... I've dealt with this before.  And, found a video about it.  Besides being a babe, this woman had really good advice.  So, I'll... play it again.

Yes, carbonated water.  I began drinking more, and more, and more.  And, for a bit, that helped.  But I had forgotten that it can disturb the bladder.  I need to get the r.o. machine back in operation.  So I have some flatwater, to drink with the carbonated.  Mix and match, adding electrolytes, and such.

Very strange.

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Still awake.  My clocks are reading 1:19, or... were when I started writing this.  The problem with that?  They... have been reading for 1:19 for... hours?  It seems like that.  The second to the last time I fed Sassy, I am sure it read 1:19 exactly.  So... when I just checked the time, I expected it to be around four, or five.

I promise I am not having a breakdown.  I'm not even that tired.  Something very strange just happened.  Or... is happening?  No worries.

I ought to go on to bed, but I am... voiding so well I would rather push through a bit more awake time, and dump more fluid.  I have done really well today, with that.  If I had to say, I'd put money that I have put out ten to fifteen liters.  I roughly measure it, being that I need to get rid of it.  But there has been so much outgoing, and so often, that a bit of an estimation at the readings means I could be off by a lot.  But in that range.

So, yes, I have been drinking too.  Perhaps I am being a bit too clever by far.  Or the balance isn't good.  I do what I can.  Think of the large volume coming in as a parachute to manage the vast volume going out.  Without it, I'd hit hard.  I've dehydrated, harshly, before.  Dangerous county.  I'm doing what I can.

Well?  On to bed, I think.  Good night.

Well fed.

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No, not just myself.  Sassy has been quite well fed today as well.  And given plenty of attention.  I don't bother her every time I walk past, half the time, or a bit more... or less.  Just a bit of soft scratching behind the ears, a light massage of body, or legs and paws.  A smile, and kind word.  Just to make sure she knows she is loved.

Sometimes she quite enjoys, sometimes she suggests I move on along.  But, if I then pass her up a few times, she might ask what's wrong.  Silly girl.  She's at least as bad as I am?  *sigh*  But, life is pretty good.

Rememberings.

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You... had to be there?

Texts away.

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Such... a good, non-intrusive, way to... be a party to others.  I... wish I had thought of it before.  There are some people, like me or not, who I... wish to share these things with.  Smoke signals just don't work.  And calling can be a bit invasive.  But texts?  That... works.  And, then, people know.

As a fact, I my increase the circle with whom I text.  Not a lot.  There are a few.  Oh... one more?  I... sort of fear some.  Have become a stranger.  And, yet, how can family be strangers?  And... well wishes always seem welcome.  Especially from tards.  :p

Happy Thanksgiving.

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I hope you find yourself somewhere warm, hopefully with some food, and possibly with neighbors, friends, kin.  Though, if like me, sort of adrift, I'll place a few calls.  I do have food, and the furnace is set to nicely warm the place.  Some days, the last several really, I... have been enjoying a bit more warmth.

Though, if you forget, as I almost did?  Thanksgiving can be any day, and should be most of them.  Any time you have a good meal, give thanks.  One time a year?  I feel bad for those who are only pleased one day a year!  I'd suggest branching out.  I do.

Supper and coffee helped.

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Fluid is... draining down.  The burning sensation from my knees on down is easing.  Pretty constant, not as harsh.  A bit of a fever now though?  Yes, just under the skin, on the face.  Still, rather calm, easy enough.  No serious pain.  Actually, other than the burning feet on down, no other pain, aches, or negative sensations.

As well, the food warmed the body.  As a whole.  So, now I have a slight fever instead of the chills?  Though, I suspect rather than trading, I would have ended up with both.  Having both, at the same time, is the worst.  I'm adding dabs of vick's under my nose, a few times a day.  It helps too.  I don't slather it like my mother did, but using enough to keep the airways open.  It seems to be pleasant, as a general rule, just simply.  I may buy another tub or two.  To have one upstairs, and on just... for extra.  This stuff is really good, at least when something is going around.  Hmm, and aspirin.  I don't need the heavy stuff, but aspirin would be good for the fever.  It... can help.

Oh, and... visitors.  From afar.  Some known, some not.  I'll... put something together.  For Friday, or Saturday.  Had to laugh, just a bit.  Later, or good night.