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The new knife handled rib eye quite well, like warm butter, clean, surgical. The more I use it, the more I like it. I had spudeye w/gouda last night, and rib eye tacos for lunch today. I finished off the spuds and brats as well. The fridge is looking downright emaciated, hotdogs, tamales, and bacon on the middle shelf is it. I may consider a store run. I might not. I have more than enough food on hand, to put it mildly. Just a matter of deciding what to thaw.

I am balking a bit on the pulled pork. I have everything I need. The sink is empty, sans a couple of forks and cutting board. I’m still dragging a little after the beef rub benchmark. And having just finished the last of the prior pulled pork, I’ll be cooking without consuming any right away. My brain is on pasta, spaghetti or TLC penne alfredo. Haven’t decided which, though I have had beef twice in a row, and I have put off thawing any of the tequila lime poultry. Good time of week for prepping chicken, trash wise.

I noticed that the steak bag in the freezer is down to half a rib eye and half a sirloin. I’ll be having my eye open for Valentines’ sales. Added to the baby back rib watch. I just hope that Christmas wasn’t a preview of future sale prices on rib eye.

60°F outside, mostly cloudy, NNW 16/G 20. Not a day to be lazing and lolling outside. But it looks to be warming for the end of the week.

Haven’t been in a particularly peppy mood. Not slothful, I can do as needed without hesitation, but I choose to hesitate. I’ve had my share of issues to handle this winter, and I’m a little on the tail dragging side. And the meds don’t particularly help matters, they make it a lot easier to hesitate. And I’m not 17 anymore. Add a hefty dose of been there, done that.

There is a certain level of, I won’t call it stress. Demand is closer to describing it. Surviving cancer. Viral/feverous for a month. Catching up. Missing out socially, thanks to timing. A lot that is contrary to my norms. It’s not depression. It’s fatigue. I’ve known depression in my past. This is not an attitude of sorrow, self-pity. It’s a case of my bucket list being full. It has been for years. It’s become a case of there being someone who could benefit from my bucket list. But at the moment, the list of people is short and thin and mostly online. So I am in a holding pattern for winter, waiting on travel/party season.

It’s not a life of misery. I am housed, clothed, fed, distracted, comfortable. I’m close to medical. The sun rises and sets. I’m in decent health. The truck drives. I have mad money. I have a brat named Myka. Life could be much worse, it’s just slow these days. I somehow don’t think it’s going to get all that much faster. Some, to be certain, but there are limits. Stay realistic. Spring is coming.