Sorta suddenly, it's all winterish, just real cold.

I'm such a wimp from down south at this time of year. So far I'm not full of the dread of the length of it. It's possible I'll accept that this is how it is here, now and for the next long while, without feeling sad that so much of the time it is, and/or that it'll be so long until it's short sleeves outside again.

Euchre night tonight. I didn't come in dead last, quite, this time. Next-to-dead-last. Funny how some games I can learn pretty well, and others I don't ever seem to get a feel for. The trick-taking card genre is a particular weakness of mine. It's like the way there are people and personalities in it blocks me from perceiving the ways the cards work. Cuz, you know, frankly, how hard can it be? It's got its confusing rules, but it's just not that complicated, and everybody and his brother seems to be able to pick it up. A whole lot better than I do.

This time Tracy came, and then summoned her sister when we had 4x - 1 people, where x is an integer greater than or equal to 1. (It was 2, specifically.) Sis showed up, and we were on, and it was a good time.

I just checked out my boob bite again. It doesn't look so good. Maybe I'll end up taking it in somewhere tomorrow. I'd so just as soon not, you know? Hell, it's cold out. I'd also so just as soon not get gas, which I need, until it's 45 degrees out, at least. But, as Mick and Keith tried first but somehow decided to keep tweaking, you can't always not get what you'd so just as soon not.

Anticipated "high"s and lows:

Dec 3
33°
24°

Dec 4
33°
23°

Dec 5
32°
22°

Dec 6
31°
19°

Dec 7
32°
20°

Dec 8
31°
15°

Dec 9
28°
20°

Dec 10
34°
26°

Dec 11
34°
27°

Sorta suddenly, it's all winterish, just real cold.

I'm such a wimp from down south at this time of year. So far I'm not full of the dread of the length of it. It's possible I'll accept that this is how it is here, now and for the next long while, without feeling sad that so much of the time it is, and/or that it'll be so long until it's short sleeves outside again.

Euchre night tonight. I didn't come in dead last, quite, this time. Next-to-dead-last. Funny how some games I can learn pretty well, and others I don't ever seem to get a feel for. The trick-taking card genre is a particular weakness of mine. It's like the way there are people and personalities in it blocks me from perceiving the ways the cards work. Cuz, you know, frankly, how hard can it be? It's got its confusing rules, but it's just not that complicated, and everybody and his brother seems to be able to pick it up. A whole lot better than I do.

This time Tracy came, and then summoned her sister when we had 4x - 1 people, where x is an integer greater than or equal to 1. (It was 2, specifically.) Sis showed up, and we were on, and it was a good time.

I just checked out my boob bite again. It doesn't look so good. Maybe I'll end up taking it in somewhere tomorrow. I'd so just as soon not, you know? Hell, it's cold out. I'd also so just as soon not get gas, which I need, until it's 45 degrees out, at least. But, as Mick and Keith tried first but somehow decided to keep tweaking, you can't always not get what you'd so just as soon not.

Anticipated "high"s and lows:

Dec 3
33°
24°

Dec 4
33°
23°

Dec 5
32°
22°

Dec 6
31°
19°

Dec 7
32°
20°

Dec 8
31°
15°

Dec 9
28°
20°

Dec 10
34°
26°

Dec 11
34°
27°

Well, I got gas.

It's Friday evening. So, where are we, Lisa? Well, Lisa, I need to cook some more chicken for the kitties sometime soon; sell-by date tomorrow. Was so sleepy this afternoon, however, that as I'm think about my weekend, and since I still have my shoes on, I'm *this* close to heading back out, to the gym, which I ain't been to in forever. I wanna do that this weekend, and maybe now's quite a good time to do that. By the time I get my bag ready, rush hour will have died down.

I don't give good blog any more, do I. Mostly it's this kind of crap. Modified diary (smutty parts redacted) cum grocery & errand list, with---for icing on the cake of boring---weather.

Willie liked the escalator video, though. That's enough of a raison d'etre, if you figure you mostly exist whether you have a reason to or not. How this pertains to providing content, as a Web Content Provider, who knows.

Maybe there's a parallel between how it feels as if there are fewer people out there and how I feel more solitary in the world. Or there is a parallel, and maybe there's another kind of relationship between the two. Or two. Kinds. Or more.

Manfred's growling at Mo. She's not even messin' with him. Last night at euchre there was a sibling pair (not T & her sis) in which indications of the younger child being tormented by the older one were really starting to piss me off. Not that Manny's doing that. Just, you know. It's stream of consciousness, and the river bed, while possessed of many a well-worn rut, is nonetheless wandering.

Well, I got gas.

It's Friday evening. So, where are we, Lisa? Well, Lisa, I need to cook some more chicken for the kitties sometime soon; sell-by date tomorrow. Was so sleepy this afternoon, however, that as I'm think about my weekend, and since I still have my shoes on, I'm *this* close to heading back out, to the gym, which I ain't been to in forever. I wanna do that this weekend, and maybe now's quite a good time to do that. By the time I get my bag ready, rush hour will have died down.

I don't give good blog any more, do I. Mostly it's this kind of crap. Modified diary (smutty parts redacted) cum grocery & errand list, with---for icing on the cake of boring---weather.

Willie liked the escalator video, though. That's enough of a raison d'etre, if you figure you mostly exist whether you have a reason to or not. How this pertains to providing content, as a Web Content Provider, who knows.

Maybe there's a parallel between how it feels as if there are fewer people out there and how I feel more solitary in the world. Or there is a parallel, and maybe there's another kind of relationship between the two. Or two. Kinds. Or more.

Manfred's growling at Mo. She's not even messin' with him. Last night at euchre there was a sibling pair (not T & her sis) in which indications of the younger child being tormented by the older one were really starting to piss me off. Not that Manny's doing that. Just, you know. It's stream of consciousness, and the river bed, while possessed of many a well-worn rut, is nonetheless wandering.