Very good.

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I was wrong, in my assumption.  The bone-in roast took less time to cook.  Odd, in the oven, if memory serves, it works just the opposite?  Or... did I just make a mistake in comparing via memory?  Who knows.  Then again, maybe I just lost track of time tonight?

It isn't mush, still pretty good.  But definitely done.  So I added everything back into the pool, and will eat in a half hour.  Well, the twenty minutes left of an half hour warming.  Uhm, hungry.  Quite looking forward to  a nice slab of pork roast, a potato or both, some rutabaga, carrots, and onion.  Well, and some of the juice.  I should make gravy but... I won't.  Or... maybe?  Do I have a small saucepan?  I do... a bit of cream, thickener, and butter would get that done well, quickly.  Maybe?  No... I'll do it for my next meal, though.  Just... a bit tired, from this long cook, and else, through the night.  Bleh.  Next time.  I'll even add sweet peas.  Yes I will, to the gravy.

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.

Are you a believer?

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Which... set of beliefs do you put your faith in, is the real question.  If you... don't know, in the secular plain, perhaps you would like to see a few possibilities?

A rather good sleep.

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It was a bit cool, to be honest.  It was 68 near me, when I woke.  And when I went to sleep, 66 in the main of upstairs.  Trying to keep my feet warm enough, and cool enough, was an ongoing effort.  It has been 73 up there, at it's coolest, for the last month.  It'll take a bit to get used to the cooling conditions.

Dreams.  One, very long, very simple, as if I had gone on to work, after the Navy, and over twenty years in an office... the life and times of a corporate climber, I guess.  One of the most dull and uninspired dreams I have ever had, that I remember.  If that would have been my future, I think my time was better spent in pain, dying.

Then, one of Sam.  She was alive, again.  She ran up the stairs, I thought to find a place to sleep.  But, no.  The window with the ac, in the dream, was double pained.  Or... somehow different?  For some reason, Sam wanted out.  Her will knocked the ac out of the window.  But, the top back framed glass part came down.  So, she was trying to crawl up through between the windows, but couldn't fit.  I gently extricated her, and was going to take her outside... since she wanted out to badly.  Such a sad dream.  I don't know why.