#hooray hibernation time

[vriesea-wiesea]

If anyone needs anything from me, don't ask me for it because I am going to be napping for three days straight and if anyone wakes me up I will not be happy with you. Goodbye.

[woodbrook-wanderer]

Hear ye!

In an interview hosted by Comic Book Club at NYCC 2024, we finally have our first gleanings of Beneath The Trees Where Nobody Sees: Rite Of Spring from Patrick Horvath himself! Interview transcript's over here if you'd prefer to read.

Here's all we know so far:

Timeskip to 1994: Rite Of Spring takes place eight years after the events of Book 1. We'll be catching up to speed with the survivors and the whole town years after the murders. We're also going to feel the effect of those 8 years. From land redevelopment to the advent of the internet.

2. Reassessing, again (and probably just regressing): More backstory, more key players, more damage. More of the same, maybe? Don't get your hopes too high for changes.

3. Transitionary Period: The thematic thread for Book 2! I'll be discussing how Nature is a key character in Beneath The Trees and the allegorical implications such changes have and may have in Book 2. One more major theme though...

4. Sacrifice: Rite Of Spring as a title holds TONS of implications but it's based on Stravinsky's ballet, The Rite Of Spring. This is also meant as a direct contrast to Autumn in Part 1 as Life transitions from Death and Bears come out of hibernation.

5. We're still getting 6 Issues but they'll be double the fun size! So hooray to more time to flesh out the world especially with these changes!

No dates or key art is out yet but the logo. Keep your eyes peeled and doors locked, everyone!

[sushigal007]

Whoops, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I blame the covid. Totally wiped me out. It’s also been a busy few weeks at work, plus my kid got themselves a theme park pass, and half my free time is now spent driving to Thorpe Park. And, my sister has been to Greece about four times this year already ‘cause our mum’s been unwell, and that’s me on airport driving duty. Basically, too much real life, not enough simulated life. But! I’m ill again, which means I’ve finally managed to claw a few hours spare to post the Ramirez household. Say hi to Checo, everyone!

Right, time to drug your army of children.

Checo and Lisa: Actually, we would like to bang.

And I would like you to train your quads. Lisa: Isn’t that what the nanny’s for?

Huh, apparently so!

But we can also add in a little parentification now that Tessa’s ageing up.

Tessa: These hands were made for jazz.

Yep, Tessa’s LTW is to become Lord of the Dance. We’ll see how that goes.

Max also grew up! Nobody noticed.

So yeah, this is Tessa’s life now. Tessa: It’s not quite the dance party I was expecting.

Still, there are sweet moments along the way. Erica: Huggles? Alyson: Huggles!

Terence: Huggles? Jacob: DOG FOOD ATTACK RARRRRGH.

Terence: D:

Tessa: Lock my door.

Lisa: I AM NOT- Having a good time? Lisa: GET SOME NEW MATERIAL. Lisa: AND USE IT TO ENTERTAIN ME.

All right, here’s something funny. Lisa: The... nanny? Keep watching.

Nanny: I was so busy potty training the children, I forgot to potty train myself! Lisa: It’s mean, but OK, it’s a little funny. (That’s not all nanny piss btw, I’m just very bad at catching Max in the act.)

Speaking of piss.

Jacob: There there, good potty.

Checo: He can pee in a pot, he’s my favourite now.

Jacob: High chair. Checo: You’re so right!

Lisa, alas, is not enjoying toddlers quite as much. Lisa: I’m too pretty for this.

Erica: RELEASEEEEEE MEEEEEEE!

Terence: Laid a fresh one for you, mom.

Lisa: This is fine.

Tessa: OK, you put your left leg in, your left leg out. In, out, in, out, and shake it all about.

Terence: Sis, hey, sis, hey. Erica: Hush please, I am concentrating.

Terence: That’s right, hand it over. Erica: Oh. I see how it is.

Bath time for stinky boys.

A problem for future Sushi.

At last, the toddler stage is over! Tessa: Do you wanna go first or...? Checo: Oh yeah, sure, no problem.

Checo: But first, let me ogle my wife. Tessa: Soon I will be at university and all of this will be behind me...

First up, Erica! Erica: Yay!

Then Alyson! Checo: Hooray for me! Alyson: Hooray for cake.

Tessa ad Sharla: Happy birthday to the wall!

Next up is Jacob, assuming I haven’t got the names mixed up.

Kennedy: Toot toot.

Jacob: Limbo!

Lisa: Whew, right in the nick of time. Lisa: So long as we ignore the bit where time kept going looping for three hours so I could finish this.

But yes, finally it’s Terence’s turn to grow up.

Benjamin: I’m gonna punch him. Please don’t. Benjamin: Gonna punch him so hard.

Celebrate good times, come on!

Erica: Wait a minute...

Erica: I hate that stupid bear outfit. Alyson: I think he’s hibernating!

Jacob: Does he have to do it at the bottom of the stairs though?

Erica lives at the piano now. Her OTH is Sports.

Tessa: Something about emergencies, I guess.

Lisa: Finally, I can start working on the damn car.

Good Lord.

Let’s have a little playtime interlude.

Mailman: Bills. Erica: Do you accept lemonade? Mailman: Not in exchange for bills. Erica: How about in exchange for money? Mailman: Technically, that is also bills.

Fuck that librarian.

Lisa: Whatever. I’m taking a nap.

Um.

Checo: Hot wife! Freezing cold wife, actually. Wanna do something about that? Checo: Nope!

Why? He hasn’t done anything. Alyson: Yet.

Tessa: Ahhh, dance time!

Chess party.

Gaming party.

Just lots of cute family bonding moments.

Checo: I’m too sexy for my shirt.

Bath time for stinky boys. Which I know I said last time too, but I just really like this pet bath.

Werewolf: Is she OK? No.

Lisa: Zzzz... piss... Checo: On it.

Yeah she might actually die.

Gilbert: Yeah good luck with that.

Lisa: Ugh, what happened? You lost your job and passed out in the absolute worst place possible.

Lisa: I’m freezing! Don’t worry, you’re about to warm yourself up.

Lisa: Eek nooo!

Wanda: HAHAHAHAHA! Lisa: This is because I laughed at the nanny, isn’t it? Yeah, that probably didn’t help.

Anyway, over to Tessa. Tessa: Look, somebody else is pissing themselves! Buck:

Tessa: BAM! In the face!

Decided to check out the furniture store and once again, it is borked. Cashier: It’s Kevin’s fault. Other cashier: Yeah, definitely Kevin.

But you know what? I don’t know how to stop it from happening again, nobody’s got a business LTW anyway, so bye bye business!

Checo: And now to spend the profits.

Lisa: Mmm, that piss puddle really sets the mood. ...There is way too much piss in this update.

If you two make more quads, I will genuinely kill you.

Newspaper kid: Shake? Tessa: Salute.

Tessa: Love love peace peace?

Cute little family dance party. Terence: Except me. Except you.

Jacob: I wanna join in! Go right ahead, sweetie.

Alyson: Are you OK? Terence: Clearly not.

Erica: You might be watching me, but who do you think is watching you? Please don’t, I’m too ill for dep thinking.

Cute!

Please don’t die. Lisa: Frostbite couldn’t do it, and electrocution ain’t gonna do it either.

Weekend! I sent Tessa out to do some singing...

...And then decided to start working on those dance contests for her LTW.

Alas, her first attempt was a failure.

Still, at least she doesn’t take it as badly as this poor townie. Townie: I JUST WANNA DANCE LIKE NO-ONE’S WATCHING! Everyone’s watching. Everyone.

Erica: I’m dying. Alyson: You’re wearing a vest and shorts outside in winter, of course you’re dying.

Alyson: But now, a message about recycling.

Ah how sweet, doomed townie love.

Tessa: Hey, don’t mind me, just gonna practise my moves.

Wait a minute, that looks familiar...

I mean, without the shotgun, but yeah!

And the week ends with Alyson doing a little stargazing. Next up is a single sim household, so hopefully it won’t take me three months to write up. Hopefully!

Uberhood Index

[chopperpirate]

While Chopper and Carrot were awkwardly glancing left and right, feeling nervous about potentially ruining the moment, Kouka continued. "I'm so proud of you. Your family has grown larger than I could've dreamed. The family in this town is just as precious as your brother and father. Looking down at it from above, I can tell that leaving with your father was the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Suddenly, Kagura's mother began to glow. In an instant, she exploded in a brilliant flash of yellow light, leaving a thousand carrots in her place as the spirit from earlier emerged and flew away. "That is the limit of my power. I'm sorry. To grant both your wishes meant exhausting me to such an extent. I must return to hibernation to recover." The spirit flew away, but the implication was clear. If the magic wasn't used to conjure 1000 carrots, Kagura could've had more time with her mother.

"Hooray!" Carrot cheered as she began happily gobbling up her carrots. The employee Amanto hung his head in defeat at the lack of his wish being granted.

"I wish... uh... can I save mine for later? I really don't know if I should make a wish now-" Chopper was interrupted by the sudden disappearance of the spirit. In its place was a familiar looking woman, one who looked like a taller, older version of Kagura.

"I chose my own fate, to die with my beloved husband and children rather than to live another century alone." Kouka began to say with a soft smile, embracing her child as Chopper and Carrot stared at the display in stunned silence. "I'm so proud of you for getting back the family I devoted myself to. I've always been with you, Kamui, and my beloved Kankou." With her eyes closed, the woman stroked her daughter's head to soothe her.

"I want a gun with infinite bullets." It seemed the employee expected to be a recipient of the wishes as well.

[kannra21]

If some anime onlys want to spoil the 5th season for themselves then this is your Pandora box, enjoy!

So the last episode of season 4 is manga chapter 190. Endeavor won the fight although he's heavily bleeding so Hawks comes to his aid and teases him for using the same pose as All Might but then, surprise; Dabi is arriving on the scene. The thing is, Dabi sent the nomu to fight Endeavor so that he could finish him off when Endeavor's at his most vulnerable state. Hawks also couldn't fight since Endeavor burned most of his feathers. Miruko comes to the rescue in the last minute and Dabi said "welp fuck that" so he disappeared. Later in the day, Hawks and Dabi meet in the abandoned factory. Hawks is angry bc Dabi acted out of their plan- Dabi was supposed to send the nomu to a different location, not in the middle of the city. He also noted that the nomu was on a completely different level from the ones they've seen so far. Hawks is working for the league and he was supposed to bring some random strong guy to fight the nomu in order to test its abilities, but he chose Endeavor who got damaged pretty badly and is now recovering in the hospital. In reality, Hawks is spying on the league bc the hero commission told him so. Dabi is still suspicious of Hawks, he doesn't trust him but he told him that they'll stay in contact. Later Hawks is arriving to the hospital to check on Endeavor, he's smiling but his eyes are smudged on the corners, meaning that he was crying because he felt guilty for indirectly hurting Endeavor. Later on we find out about Hawks' past. As a little kid he saved some random people from a car crash. From a very young age he was super fast and that's how the hero commission heard of him and wanted to meet him. Hawks' family is very poor and the commission decided to take him under their wing, they also promised to take care of his family. Since then Hawks became a child soldier, he was groomed into becoming a perfect hero. But he feels trapped, like a bird in a cage. He doesn't feel free at all but as long as he can accomplish his dream- to achieve a society where heroes can enjoy their free time, then he'd be happy, even if it meant that he had to dirty his hands in the process.

The next day Endeavor arrives home. Natsuo, Fuyumi and Shouto are having their first family dinner. Endeavor has a permanent scar on his face, the same side Shouto has his burn mark. Shouto is very indifferent towards this and continues slurping his noodles. Natsuo is angry at Endeavor bc he and Shouto finally got to learn more about each other since they couldn't interact much bc Endeavor isolated Shouto from his siblings. He's yelling at him and getting out of the house. Endeavor is taking it all, he knows he deserves it. Fuyumi is sad and wishes for their family to get better. Fuyumi is trying very hard for their family and to remain as optimistic as she possibly can.

Deku's dreaming of ofa users from the end of season 4. We get All Might flashback where Nana's dying and transferring ofa to All Might. Gran Torino is training him afterwards and the two are talking about All Might's lack of experience. All Might goes to America after he graduates. And the flashback ends. Deku talks to All Might about his strange dream of ofa users and All Might is concerned in the beginning but reassures him and tells him that they'll figure it out together. Since Bakugou already knows about ofa Deku and him are training together. Aizawa and Shinsou are coming out of the break room and Aizawa held a meeting at Ground Gamma (training faculty). There're class a and class b at the gathering and they're having joined training in a way that they're being divided into groups. Shinsou is invited bc he's hoping to transfer to the hero course and everyone is surprised. Shinsou declares that he's not wishing to make any friends but you can see Midoriya's determined "I'll befriend you" look. Monoma also wants to befriend Shinsou bc he feels like he can relate to their Quirks both being perceived as villainous. The joint training begins and long story short- Deku gets a new Quirk called Black Whip but he can't control it well so there's chaos on the field but Shinsou and Uraraka manage to save him. Bakugou gets character development bc he saved Jirou from getting attacked by the opponent's team. Afterwards the teachers are evaluating each group's teamwork, class a wins. After that Aizawa tells everyone that Shinsou will definitely transfer to the hero course when they all become 2nd years. It's still unknown if he'll transfer to the class a or b. Aizawa talks to Monoma and asks him if he could pay a visit to Eri tomorrow. Eri meets Monoma for the first time and she's kinda scared but Mirio is joking ab it, calling Monoma "the dark side of ua". Monoma is totally unswept and being fabulous as always. So they enter the house and Aizawa tells him to try to copy Eri's Quirk. A small horn appears on Monoma's head and he's pretty but he says that he can't copy her entire ability since he only copies the bare-bones essence of a Quirk. That's also the reason why he couldn't copy Deku's ofa, only green lightnings that casually appear around his body. Deku is internally glad for Monoma bc he's sure, if Monoma ever managed to copy ofa, that he'd have a bunch of broken bones and we can see Deku sweat-dropping on the thought of it. Aizawa says it's a shame that Monoma couldn't manage to copy her Quirk bc he thought that Monoma could teach her how to use it but since it's not possible they need to find another way. Eri feels like a burden but Deku comforts her and she's smiling again.

It's early December and snow is starting to fall. Class a is excited in the dormitories and Tsuyu is going into hibernation when she feels too cold. We find out that Sero and Todoroki share the same taste in manga. Yes the boys are reading mangas. Bakugou and Todoroki still need to finish their license course so we see the two together with Inasa and Camie again. Gang Orca's having enough of them (he loves them). Class a is commenting on Todoroki and Bakugou while they're away and Kaminari says that getting his license was the only time he ever beat the two at anything. He adds "how sad" and wow such a roast king. Long story short Todoroki and Bakugou accomplished their task- they fought together against some small gang belonging to a criminal organization called meta liberation army and YEA HORIKOSHI IS INTRODUCING US NEW VILLAINS HOORAY. All Might approaches the two after they got their licenses and he's congratulating them by ruffling their heads. Bakugou is disgusted and Todoroki's having a soft smile.

BACK TO THE VILLAINS! The title changes from MY HERO ACADEMIA to MY VILLAIN ACADEMIA, so yea this part is only about the villains. Shigaraki's hair grew longer, he's missing Kurogiri, they're broke bc Giran's away and Dabi's arriving with no newbies since he burns everyone he meets on his way so his search doesn't make that much sense. They need to find the doctor afo often interacted with when all of a sudden, boom, a monstrous-like creature appears out from the ground called Gigantomachia and Shigaraki needs to prove his worth as afo's successor. The league appears in the doctor's underground lab and the doc is supposed to prepare Shigaraki for the future challenges. Shigaraki asks doctor to reproduce his Quirk erasing bullets and the doc asks Shigaraki about his motivations for becoming the world's symbol of destruction. Shigaraki's having flashbacks of his and afo's time together. We get a glimpse of Shigaraki's past and we found out, when his Quirk manifested for the first time, that he accidentally killed his entire family one night and the hands he's having on his body are actually his family's hands. He's living with guilt for the rest of his life. He ended up on the streets and he was asking random civilians for help but everyone ignored him. Afo found him and that's how he ended up becoming the successor of the world's greatest villain. Shigaraki hates afo bc he's an evil prick, but he also hates the entire hero society bc everyone let him down when he needed them the most.

Shigaraki had a good heart as a kid, his own sister compared him to All Might. His grandma is Nana Shimura and he also loved heroes very much. He was basically Deku turned evil. Nonetheless, Shigaraki still has a good heart bc he cares ab his friends. Because of his never-ending hate for the hero society and everything that breathes, he decided to destroy the world and doctor was like "ok u passed the vibe check". The league gets out of the lab and for a month and a half Shigaraki doesn't sleep and fights Gigantomachia. Since Gigantomachia's primary target is his master's successor, the rest of the league is taking shifts and trying to help Shigaraki out. Shigaraki thinks he's close to beating the giant but then Twice's phone rang and it turns the new villain organization kidnapped Giran and held him hostage in their hideout in a mountainous area called Deika City. The league is having enough of their bullshit so they decide to go save their man. Long story short, meta liberation army (mla) is a large, powerful villain organization that follows the philosophy that the free usage of Quirks is a basic human right and emphasizes liberation over regulation. The original meta liberation army was founded and led by the infamous Destro and the current army was founded and led by his son Re-Destro, Rikiya Yotsubashi. Long story short, Toga fights against a pretty lady with a landmine Quirk and she kills the lady, her name was Chitose Kizuki, also known as Curious. Toga's Quirk evolves bc she can now copy Quirks alongside appearances. Dabi is fighting a boy with an ice Quirk, his name is Geten. He has a striking resemblance to Rei Todoroki since he has a shoulder-length white hair and long white lashes. Dabi's fight with Geten was the first time he started using his Quirk more earnestly and the city is basically in ice and fire. Geten has very similar beliefs to Endeavor and thinks that people with strongest Quirks deserve the best things in life and Dabi becomes angry. Tbh this is the first time Dabi drops his mask of boredom and indifference. Shigaraki fights against Re-Destro and his Quirk evolves. Shigaraki basically disintegrated the entire city and lov wins. The newer army later merged with the league to form the paranormal liberation front. It's a big ass criminal organization and Shigaraki's the absolute ruler of it all. Later the lieutenants are divided into squads and Dabi and Geten are put together which is hilarious and iconic. Shigaraki comes later to the doctor’s and is being put into a large lab tube for the next 4 months where he's developing a Quirk- afo. After these 4 months there's going to be a war between heroes and villains.

[sparda3g]

My Hero Academia Chapter 224 Review

Well…that sure escalated quickly. You would think after the declaration of war, there will be more build-up to the two factions. Instead, the great battle begins without any break. I guess Kohei is taking a page from Black Clover with its pacing. Oddly enough, a slow pace would have benefited this arc, but maybe it’s early to call. In any case, this was a decent chapter to start the great war of villains.

So to recap, according to Compress, the League of Villains are tracked by a satellite, Giran is taken hostage, and Gigantomachia has yet to join them. Everyone got that? Twice is the only guy that wants to save Giran, even if there’s a chance that he may be dead already. Insert Hokuten meme here. I got to credit Twice though for actually caring and want to pay back his deed. It’s just that he’s too emotional attached to the guy that he’s antagonizing the League. The best way to shut him up is take his mask; thanks for the tip, Shigaraki.

This would have been a great time to use all High-Ends they have in stock. Unfortunately, because of Pro Hero Arc, they are not ready to go in combat. If Dabi did retrieve that particular High-End from that said arc, they could have been ready to battle. Not to mention, they don’t have Gigantomachia on their side. Essentially, this makes the League the underdog of the two villainous factions. Oh no? Shigaraki has decided to go and accept the war.

So how they would handle over 110,000 enemies? Use the big guy, of course. He won’t wake up for another 2 hours and thirty-five minutes, but that will give some time to go to meet with the Army. Once they’re there and the hibernation period is over, the Army will have to deal with the big guy. Plus, it will slow him down as well, so it’s a win-win if done right. As Shigaraki puts it, no one is invincible; just stupidly high HP. Part of me think Kohei sees gamers as evil.

The League is close to Deika City, watching their battlefield before it goes to hell. At that point, only one hour and forty minutes left before the big guy wakes up. It’s served as a game-changer. I thought I wouldn’t see this hero again, but Slidin’ Go reappears here to help them to speak with the Liberation Army leader. So yeah, he’s part of the Army; he appeared before to make sure the devices blow up. At least he wasn’t throwaway, but you can argue he could have hold on longer to be revealed as one of the baddies. Anyway, he brings them to a trap.

The two top men, Chitose and Koku, are there to surprise their “guests” to Deika City or Liberation District. They’re in time for the second coming festival; for the Liberation Army. You know, it would be intense if it were the hero team that’s getting this ambush. When I hear “villain” and know they do villainy act, why would I feel alarmed by it? It is like, “Hey, whoever wins, we win!” First demons, now this. Perhaps if it was a group that was portrayed as morally grey, I would have worried for their lives.

I guess it was for the best to springboard to action because we are following evil, but it worries me that this is the third act. The location to Giran and Redestro is said, the plan to use Gigantomachia is set, and everyone in the League, including Dabi, is in the battle for their lives. Unless something changes later on, this feels like a missed opportunity. This is my early assumption and I can be wrong; I want to be wrong. My problem based on experience wise. Once the battle happens, it will be the last. Look at High-End or even Gentle; first time, first lost.

The League has entered the mini-boss stage as Shigaraki puts it. He is killing those henchmen with breeze. I forgot his quirk decays anything, so hooray for toned-down violence. That way, we won’t have complaints about bloody violence. Just tell kids that they are sent to the next dimension. Toga gets caught in a random explosion and it was set up by Chitose, preparing for the last interview. I don’t know why, but I can’t help but feel bewildered that Toga is going to have a serious battle first than Ochako, the main heroine. She is the main heroine, right?

Overall, it was a decent chapter, but wow, we sure kick start to the main course already. Not only the war is on, but the mini-bosses are on stage as well, starring Chitose. The first half sets up the plan; the next sets off the clash. The art is solid though. The battle between the two female villains should be good, now that no one has strict policy like the hero, so any harm is possible. How long will this arc last? I don’t know, but hopefully enough. I’ll be incredibly damned if this last shorter than Joint Training Arc. That…will be something…

[deepdeepjoyandpain]

Happy 2019 friends

Writing this from under my covers, with a grateful heart. After our week of hibernation and projecting we joined the world again yesterday and it’s just been really fun.

Work email was so calm, work visits were great, and separation from my daughter for the first time in over a week felt fine, and also not needed in the way I thought it might be.

I also had therapy (hooray!) and a lunch date with a friend.

I picked up Lou and we went to hang out with two old friends and their families. I am so thankful she can jump in and do what kids do and PLAY for the two hours there, with girls she has not seen in a year. Then we went to our original NY destination, third year at my besties with a lot of her family and some friends. A full house of kids and adults. Kids are old enough that they just disappear and play monopoly for hours. I remember those NYE as a kid (family parties) and I loved them. I love recreating that for her.

We did a Netflix countdown at 930 and the two of us headed home. Right where we are supposed to be.

Tomorrow is Mary poppins and hopefully some good year end journaling.

[guylty]

8 am has come and gone, and I have immediately put the entries through randompicker to tell you the result. The Being Green shrine goes to…

Congrats to Dotti – I think I still have your address, Dotti (that’s if it hasn’t changed since 2014 when you sent me the e-mail with your address…) . And many thanks for your comments to all other participants. The draw protocol can be found HERE.

And now, to make it worth while, I’ll ramble on a little bit. The following post was actually scheduled for Monday morning, titled “Fashion Victim”. But I scrapped it when I realised that RA himself had posted his own fashion show overnight. As a Guy Girl I am more than happy that RA has held on to those essential pieces of costume from one of his most impactful chaRActers… And I love that he is making silly selfie faces now. The most attractive pose is humour. Sexy!!! Look who’s back in Nottingham:

Anyway, I had planned this post as a “blast from the past” where I was going to look at a fashionable item of leg wear for the benefit of those fans who may not have been with us back in 2016… With RA posting his own “fashion backward”, my little fun post became obsolete. But for the record: I started thinking about 2016 because we were talking about that in-te-res-ting leather shirt in the comments, and also about that crazy-ugly shiny track suit that poor Harry had to wear in VoD. Turns out the leather shirt has been around since 2016! (Thanks to Rachel for that revelation!!!) Which in turn led me to other recent instances of… erm… let’s call it “in-te-res-ting” again… choice of garments… While we have never seen the famous ‘orange jeans’ in action, Richard actually treated us to some maroon goodness instead:

https://twitter.com/DaphneHS/status/787399776019046400

https://twitter.com/DaphneHS/status/787401488142393346

*coughs*, interesting, right?

Hey, I am not criticising. I am not even making fun of him. I am the first one to put up her hand when it comes to owning up to a bad fashion sense… I totally am not in the know. Which is why I used to wear black only for many years. Sound familiar? *smirks* But yeah, what’s your take on that look? Like it or leave it?

Hooray, today is the first of spring. I think I am finally waking up from hibernation. In the last few days I have experienced this irrepressible urge to be creative. I did not only make the annual Paddy’s Day shrine, but while I was at it also made a long over-due shrine for one of my longtime supporters. (The shrine is ready and done but will only be revealed once my mystery supporter has received the shrine, sorry.) Anyway, making shrines always means that I have to dig through my materials – and invariably I come across bits and pieces that I have forgotten but that are delightful and therefore really inspire me to do some more creative work. As happened this time. An amazing vintage tin crossed my path, and I didn’t rest until the idea had been executed. And while I was at it, I also made another. And another. And another. And another. And another. And the next day I continued and made another, another, another and another. Six shrines in one day – ten shrines in total over the weekend. On Monday evening I called an “art evening” and the hubster, the daughter and I brought our art materials down to our big kitchen table and spent a really enjoyable evening creating art together. Daughter and husband are the *real* artists in the family. Not only can they draw and paint, but they also have original ideas. I, OTOH, am just an impostor. But I still enjoy being creative, and so I experimented with watercolours again.

Anyway, those shrines are all done and photographed, and some of them will be sent away as presents, and some will be raffled, so watch this space… And now go forth and enjoy the spring. Or autumn, if you are in the Southern hemisphere.

      Raffle Result and Some Rambling 8 am has come and gone, and I have immediately put the entries through randompicker to tell you the result.

[randomwoohoo]

Judy: Previously on Zoomorphia

Nick: Judy survived the bull Savage attack. Hooray!! Thank Mr. Big for his kind help~

Judy: Luckily, he is one of a few mammals who know the truth of Hybrid.

Nick: Not to mention he’s a mafia boss with more than enough personal medical supplies. That’s icing on the cake!

Judy: But that Bolt the silver wolf then showed up and played havoc. He wanted our MidniDrivers for some reasons.

Nick: What would happen next? Let’s find out in this chapter, chapter 16!

Judy: Actually, it’s chapter 17, Nick.

Nick: Wait? Did I miss one whole chapter?

Judy: No, it’s just that the last chapter was a flashback-

Nick: Or we have like a secret chapter that is too ‘spicy’ to be published publicly?

Judy: There’s no such thing!

Nick: Yet

Judy: Nick!!

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A penumbral lunar eclipse cast a light upon a snow covered front yard of a luxurious house in the icy Easternmost district.

“Judy… We should use my body to transform...” Nick suggested while he together with Judy as Hybrid Police form was at a disadvantage fighting against Bolt the silver wolf.

After she reminisced about the night she and her partner first transformed into the armored hybrid mammal, “No! It’s too risky.” she objected to the idea.

Although Hybrid’s form which required Nick’s body was undoubtedly powerful, capable of putting an end to four Savages even when they were inexperienced, it was likely that the duo would lose control and go berserk.

They cannot let anyone fall to the same fate as Professor Woolworth the ram, who was still in a coma after risking his life to detransform them at that night.

However, she was fully aware that they cannot gave in to Bolt either. If they did, the wolf would continued taking justice into his own paws. No one would stop him from going on a killing spree.

Not pressuring Judy to come up with a solution, Nick knew well that Judy was beating her brains out figuring out how to overcome their opponent. Nick himself was thinking hard too.

Both thought back to past fights in order to analyze them. They lost to Bolt even though Hybrid possessed greater strength than him due to the fact that they were unable to catch up with his extraordinary speed.

Judy looked back further, eventually recalling the first time they met the silver wolf. At that time, he came to rescue them from mid-sized macropodine Savages on the downtown elementary school’s courtyard after Hybrid Archer form’s monitor detected something…

The monitor detected… She reflected.

“I’ve got one idea but it’s a long shot.” She said.

Nick somehow could hear her thought loud and clear, thereby being able to guess what idea she had in mind. “Worth trying” He responded.

While the armored mammal in Police form, dropping the pistol in the left paw, was struggling to rise and hold the handle tightly, “Ain’t you giving up yet?” Bolt asked the united duo.

“Sorry… but I dunno when to quit” Judy twisted the handle forth twice. “FORM SHIFT-ARCHER”

MidniDriver and gaps of the suit of armor simultaneously emitted purple fog spreading over Hybrid and the nearby area on the front yard with snow. The thick mist, hiding the armored mammal, obscured Bolt’s view.

Suddenly, an arrow pierced the fog.

“Accel!” Bolt, accelerating his system, dodged the high-speed arrow, fired from lower angle, in the nick of time.

Immediately following that, “ACTIVATE” Bolt heard the robotic voice before the bio-armored mammal in green leather tunic, hood with red feather, and charcoal mark on face that resembles eye mask, Hybrid Archer form, dashed close to the wolf’s side with a bow in the left paw and a gladius sword in the right paw.

“Double accel!” Increasing his acceleration, the silver wolf moved away from the swung blade.

Bolt flashed around, which made the purple thick mist fade away, allowing Mr. Big the old shrew and his polar bear henchmen see the situation clearly again.

They found out that the silver wolf was briskly circling the armored mammal with doe figure and fox characteristics in the hooded tunic.

Afterwards, Hybrid stabbed the sword into the ground, then moved the right paw to grip the maroon handle of MidniDriver before twisting it. “CRITICAL BREAK”

Next, Hybrid, right palm glowing, drew the sword up. When the armored mammal got the paw on the sword’s grip, a glow was transferred to the blade.

The silver wolf later tried seizing the smaller flamingo red animal from behind. Hybrid whose monitor tracked motion of the mechanical mammal spun to swing the glowing sword at him.

He therefore went backwards like lightning to avoid the attack, then ran in curve to backside of the armored mammal.

After that, the monitor of Archer form started to calculate the wolf’s movement while Hybrid was drawing the bow.

Nick turned the armored mammal back before he discharged the glowing sword an arrow at the silver wolf.

It flew like the wind towards Bolt. “Oh scrap! Triple-” Unable to activate the greater acceleration in time, he got penetrated by the sharp blade in one of his thighs. As a result, he, losing his balance, fell on the ground.

Although this Archer form’s finishing move was not the strongest among all of forms’ finishers, it was indeed the fastest the duo had and fortunately, it was fast enough to win this fight.

“Looks like the tables have turned.” Nick said to Bolt as Hybrid’s weapons vanished into thin air, the sword stuck in his leg disappearing.

The armored mammal proceeded towards the lying down silver wolf who had few electric sparks coming out from a damage on his thigh.

“Bolt, if that’s really your name, you’re under arrest for multiple murders.” Judy stated in stern tone.

“Bolt!” Mittens bawled to him on their private wireless communication. “Your leg received too much damage! Retreat! Right now!”

“Are you sure that laws apply to machine?” He asked Judy in a humorous manner and then disappeared. The mammals in the area were surprised at first. Eventually, the united duo noticed a trail of footprints on the snow.

“He escaped huh?” Nick assumed that Bolt used his extraordinary speed to run away.

“That’d the case.” Judy replied.

The bow gradually disappearing, Hybrid shifted the left paw to pull the syringe in order to detransform. After the armor, discharging purple steam, was gone and Judy changed back to normal, Mr. Big’s henchmen rejoiced at the duo’s victory.

Subsequently, the doe rabbit fell over in the snow, so the polar bears stopped cheering. Some of them rushed to help her.

“Please let me take a little break.” She said tiredly before falling asleep.

Mr. Big the old shrew on the paw of his most trusted henchman sighed relievedly, then turned to the red fox who had just woken up in the bear’s arm. “Incidentally, Nicky, have you put on weight?” He became aware of the fox’s bloated tummy not long ago.

“Your house’s so icy I’d love to hibernate.” He joked wearily, pushing the syringe to inject the blood.

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The next day, Judy believed headstrongly that she should go to work. However, Clawhauser insisted that both she and Nick had better take another day off. He had got them covered. Besides, Mr. Big’s family was more than glad to have the doe and the tod as guests.

Luckily, there was no Savage terrorizing Zootopia city on that day. Judy accordingly had some proper rest while Nick could have free time to lose excess weight.

The day after,

“Y’know. I wouldn’t mind you being portly.” The doe was ambling across a parking lot.

“Admit it~ I’m irresistible~” The red fox in a neat navy blue police uniform, Senior officer Wilde, was prancing next to the grey European bunny, Senior officer Hopps, on their way to ZPD headquarters. He showed his slender waist off.

“Well, good thing we don’t have to get you a larger-sized uniform.” She responded.

When other officers perceived that both of them made an entrance into the station, they came to tease them. It seemed that Clawhauser reported that Senior officer Hopps was still sick, so Senior officer Wilde took another day off to look after his partner.

Later that day, Jasmine Fangmeyer the bengal tigress SCU agent, dressed in a green V-neck T-shirt with SCU logo, visited her old workplace, the station. She used the opportunity to catch up with some of her old co-workers, Judy, Nick and Jackson Rajah the bengal tiger officer, in a break room.

“By the way, thank you again, Jacky, for your help the other day.” Sitting at the head of the table with a smile on her face, Jasmine thanked Rajah, who took a seat at one side of a rectangle table near the corner.

“N-No problem.” He stammered, getting a little bit embarrassed. “A-And please don’t call me like that again. You haven’t called me ‘Jacky’ since-”

“Since middle school graduation! Time sure flies.” She nudged the turning-pink tiger officer.

“You look quite lively today, Fangmeyer. Did something good happen?” Nick, leaning against a backrest, sat on the same side with Judy opposite to Rajah.

“Nothing gets past you huh?” Jasmine rubbed her flushing neck while the male tiger was observing her body language.

She then started telling a story. “Do you remember the time I went undercover for the investigation and the total stranger saved me from some thugs?”

Nick and judy nodded their heads as a response.

Jasmine therefore continued. “Back then all I knew was that guy name is Al cuz those thugs called him like that but the point is… a few days ago, I chanced on him again and discovered that he’s a hustler.”

“I followed him to find that he gave stolen loaves of bread to poor kits and pups in a slum. That’s why I just gave him a warning and a pass.” She said further.

“Does he happen to be an arabian leopard?” Nick recollected the hustler whose nickname is Al.

“Yes! He is!” Jasmine confirmed.

“You know him?” Judy asked her partner.

“I know everyone~ His name is Allan Bubba.” Nick said the leopard hustler’s name to boastfully prove that he really knew him.

Subsequently, the bunny officer paid attention to the blushing tigress agent bowing her head as if... “Hang on! Do you have a crush on him!?” She unintentionally blurted a question out.

“Don’t judge me!!” Jasmine shouted out of embarrassment. “You even have feelings for an ex-con-artist fox!” She accidentally let what many of their co-workers believed slip.

“What are you talking about?” Judy seriously had no clue what Jasmine meant.

The tigress speedily covered her mouth with both paws, just remembering that the doe had not realized it yet, as the tod brought his right paw to his face.

“Let me guess. You wanna know this ‘Al’ guy better, right?” Nick peeped at Jasmine through gaps between his fingers of the paw covering his face.

“You saw through me, didn’t ya?” She smiled sheepishly.

“Based on you information, I suppose the leopard you’re referring to must be Bubba but I need to at least see a picture of him to be sure.” He moved both paws to over his head.

Rajah, who sat at the table with Jasmine and the duo from the beginning, smiled with sorrow-filled eyes. “I’ve just recalled that I have to do some checking on the missing mammal cases. Later mates.” He made an excuse to leave the room.

“Wait for me!” Judy hopped off the chair and followed Rajah out of the break room.

Once her doe rabbit friend was not there, the tigress used the opportunity to change the subject. “Wilde, be honest with me. Are you really okay with this?”

“What do you mean?” Although Nick vaguely knew what Jasmine was talking about, he would rather beat around the bush.

“I mean this whole Jude not aware of feelings for you thing...” She clarified.

“You two get along so well! And think about how kindly she treats you! Truth be told, despite appearing generous, most of us, including me, were skeptical of you at first. Your partner was the one who convinced us that you are trustworthy.”

“even though I’m a fox.”

Jasmine was taken aback by Nick’s words because he really hit the nail on the head.

“But hey, we live in the world where a bunny can be such an amazing cop. Anything’s possible at this point~” He cracked a joke to light up the mood.

“Yeah…” She laughed awkwardly before she composed herself. “The issue here is… don’t you like like Jude?”

“I... do”

“Are there any downsides of being with her or are you not into interspecies relationship?”

“No”

“Or actually, you’re not into females?”

“That’s not the case.”

“So what’s holding you back from going out with her!? What if somebody decides to ask her out before you do??”

“I think that’ll be all for the best.”

The tigress got shocked by the tod’s reply. After a few moments pause, he explained. “Assuming that we’re in a relationship, I will eventually bring her down… No doubt.”

Nick put on a smile, an empty smile, while Jasmine fell silent, not knowing what to say.

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Following that the bengal tiger and the grey rabbit left the break room, she led him to a rooftop of the station to have a private conversation with him.

“I’m gonna be frank with you. You’re in love with Jasmine, aren’t you?” Judy initiated a heart-to-heart talk.

“How did you know?” The surprised tiger responded to a question with another question.

“It’s obvious. Anyway, why don’t you make any moves?”

“Well, Fangmeyer is my friend and I’m indebted to her… I don’t wanna ruin our friendship.”

Despite her curiosity, Judy did not want to go in-depth into the story behind Rajah being in Jasmine’s debt. Consequently, she chose to stick to the main subject.

“You should at the very least tell her how you feel. No need to be flashy, just tell her.”

“But she’s already have a crush-”

“Even so, do you intend to hide your true feelings forever? You know how Jasmine is as a mammal. If it turns out she doesn’t feel the same way after you confess your love to her, she wouldn’t cut you off, right? Keeping bottling up your feelings may lead you to regret it later.”

“Thank you, Hopps. I’ll keep that in mind.” Rajah genuinely appreciated Judy’s benevolent advice; hence, he would like to return the favor. “Anyhow, when are you going to get together with Wilde? Or are you waiting for him to take action first?”

“What!?” Judy exclaimed. “Nick and I are just friends! What makes you jump to that conclusion!?”

“To be honest, it’s quite obvious. You spend an awful lot of time with each other both on and off shift. There’s serious chemistry between you two.” He replied.

“Because Nick and I are such good friends and partners, plus the chemistry thing is just we get along well, that’s all.” She explained earnestly.

“You even do things together at his place.”

“That...” Judy tried to think up an argument.

“Second evidence, you both are beyond close. Third evidence, you clearly care for each other so much. Fourth evidence, you can comfortably be next to one another in silence. Fifth evidence-”

“OK! OK! You proved your point...” She stopped him listing proofs.

Nevertheless, what Rajah the bengal tiger said got her thinking. Come to think of it, I really don’t spend much free time with other male mammals except Nick. We crash with each other every now and then. What’s more, I don’t mind getting physically close to him…

I enjoy Nick’s company… I wanna be with him… Wait… Why do all of these sound like a relationship? That was the moment Judy realized her feelings for her partner, her friend. “Oh my tod, am I in relationship with Nick without knowing it?”

The realization hit her hard.

“You said ‘my tod’ as an exclamation or a claim for ownership?” Rajah wondered.

“Both” She accidentally answered without thinking before realizing what she had just said. “I mean the latter. I mean as a claim! I mean! As the exclaimation!” She had a rough time regaining her composure, wishing for something or someone to take her out of this awkward situation.

Shortly afterwards, her wish came true. Rajah got a call from Jasmine that there was a report on Savages’ attack in the north-west of Downtown. She accordingly phoned him to let him know that she had to leave the station.

Judy considered contacting Nick in order to go together to deal with the Savages as Hybrid but the only problem was that just thinking about him made her heart skip a beat.

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After Jasmine left to do her job, Nick pondered whether he should tell Judy about Savages’ attack or not. When he thought back to the previous encounter with the bull Savage, he believed that I would be better to keep her out of this. His phone then rang once, interrupting his , so he brought it out to check the notifications.

“I should see this coming.” He saw a text from Judy. She told him that they would head down to the scene as soon as possible.

When they met up the lobby, “Take me with you guys” Clawhauser showed up.

Judy got concerned. “But this is-”

“Dangerous, I know. In case anything happened, I’ll be there to protect Nick’s unconscious body.” He convinced the duo.

They consequently let the chubby cheetah officer accompany them to the north-western part of Savanna Central.

Meanwhile, SCU agents were handling problems associated with three Savages, a purple caprid, a purple maned lion and a purple wolverine. They would not dare shoot guns in a crowded public place. The risk of civilians getting shot by accident was too high. Accordingly, their priority at that time was to evacuate civilians in the area in the shortest possible time.

“Report the status of an evacuation!” Maximus the white stallion, the SCU team leader, yelled.

However, the horse was confused by the fact that these monsters only either did minor physical harms to mammals or snarled at them. He wondered why they did not charge at the mammals.

Once Nick, Judy and Clawhauser finally reached the scene, the Savages made a move, going towards a commercial area. Hence, the mammals in the area moved away scaredly to let the monsters get through.

A panther, one of the agents, made an attempt to shoot the purple beasts. Unfortunately, they dodged the shots, so the bullets hit a tall lamp post, which greatly startled several civilians.

“Stop freaking firing!” Maximus ordered angrily.

The duo and Clawhauser hurriedly went by an indirect route to catch up with the running monsters.

Judy put MidniDriver, the black morpher, on her waist while rushing through a deserted alleyway. Close behind her, Nick looked at his morpher in his paw hesitantly before wearing it and “DRAW BLOOD” transferring a dose of his blood to the other device.

After “INJECT” She injected his blood into herself, the panting cheetah caught the fainting fox, preventing him from falling to the ground.

Next, she twisted the handle once “IGNITE” to transform. Following the purple mist explosion, the flamingo red armored mammal mixed between a rabbit and a fox, Hybrid Hustler form, charged out of the boiling hot fog.

When the united duo turned around the corner, “It looks like our target took the bait.” they heard a male fruity voice coming from the silver chrome wolf with a black bar over his eyes, solar panels on both chest and shoulders, and two thunderbolt stripes on abdomen.

He was standing relaxedly, surrounded by three Savages in a wide blind alley.

“Good as new” Bolt the silver wolf showed his repaired thigh to the united duo.

Despite the past conflicts between the wolf and them, the duo especially Judy could not sit by and let him be attacked by the monsters. The united duo therefore launched Hybrid with a purpose of saving him.

Without warning, Bolt leapt forward, then threw a left hook at Hybrid. The united duo did not expect the punch, so they almost did not block Bolt’s left glowing fist with the right arm in time.

Consequently, Hybrid flew quickly to the side and landed on the ground with the shaking right arm. It seemed the wolf added some electricity to his attack, messing nerves in the right arm.

“What’s going on here!? What’s with those Savages!?�� Judy got dazed.

“I don’t wanna brag but...” Bolt bopped his left palm repeatedly. “Are you impressed in my friend’s works. Mam, she hacked into their control systems and now, they follow every single order- Ow! Keep your voice down pretty please...” He covered his ears although it did not help since Mittens shouted through wireless communication system that is directly connected to him. She told him to focus on the task.

The duo did not notice at the first glance because most mammals could barely recognize the purple creatures but this purple maned lion reminded them of the time they helped Bolt to stop the purple lion before he did something to it.

Control? Nick and Judy doubted.

“Let’s cut to the chase. Give me your drivers or else...” He threatened them.

Both thought that if they did beat him once, they could pull it off again; thus, they moved the left paw to hold the handle, intending to change into Archer form.

Suddenly, the purple caprid crashed into Hybrid, making the armored mammal fall.

“Go get ‘em, boys.” Bolt said.

Right after his simple order, the lion Savage and the wolverine Savage charged at the armored mammal.

The united duo got up hastily. Thanks to rapid healing, Hybrid was able to use both arms to deal with the Savages.

Meanwhile, Bolt merely stood there, observing the fight, as Clawhauser, holding the unconscious fox body in his arms, peeked around the corner.

When the monsters encircled Hybrid, the armored mammal pushed the silver syringe “ACTIVATE” to activate the instantaneous movement ability. The purple beasts collided with each other as Hybrid teleported to a spot that was a few steps far from them.

At that moment, “Accel!!” Bolt, aware of Hybrid’s weakness about becoming vulnerable after teleportation, rushed to kick the armored mammal in the stomach.

The kick sent the united duo flying backward before they in one body hit the ground hard. Once the accelerated mechanical wolf approached the armored mammal lying on the ground in a mere second, he pulled the syringe of MidniDriver on Hybrid, forcing the partners as one to detransform.

The attack took its toll on the doe rabbit. Soon following that Judy turned back to normal, she was knocked out by pain.

“One down, one to go.” Bolt knew that Nick along with Clawhauser was not far away because Mittens told him when she saw them on a hacked CCTV camera. He was about to go after the other morpher.

As a result, “This is bad! This is bad! This is bad!” Clawhauser hastily fled with Nick, who was regaining his consciousness, in his arms.

Nick wanted to tell Clawhauser to leave him and run away. Unfortunately, he was suffering fatigue too much to communicate at that time, so he pushed the syringe to inject the dose of blood into himself in order to cure his extreme tiredness.

Bolt pursued the officers to crooked alleyways, thinking that it would be a piece of cake; thus, he had already deactivated his acceleration. However, by the time he found the panting cheetah officer staying put, the fox officer, Bolt’s another main target, was nowhere to be found. Even Mittens lost him.

“Where is Officer Wilde?” Bolt asked Clawhauser in a friendly tone.

Clawhauser shrugged his shoulders in a response, pretending to be fearless in front of the silver chrome wolf.

“Alright, for the heads up, I don’t have anything against you.” Bolt jumped over Clawhauser and tapped the back of the cheetah’s neck, sending electricity to knock him off.

“Okay~ Officer Wilde, I know you can hear me~” Bolt spoked louder.

As a matter of fact, Nick certainly heard him. He was hiding not far from Bolt but in a spot that cannot be seen by CCTVs. Owing to his past experiences as a con-artist, he knew the blind spots around Zootopia.

So he can observe through CCTVs… or he has an accomplice assisting him… Nick analysed.

“I’m taking your cheetah pal and Ms. Hopps as hostages. If you want me to free them, bring your driver to me at a warehouse row in Rainforest District and don’t be tricky~” The silver wolf picked the senseless chubby cheetah up easily to some extent.

“You have 48 hours- No, that’s too much. How about 24? Rhino, what do you think?” He quieted down for some seconds like he waited for someone to reply. “8 It is. You have 8 hours, Officer Wilde~ See ya~”

Bolt went back to pick Judy up too, then disappeared from the blind alley with his controlled Savages, leaving Nick leaning against the wall alone while pondering.

He took her away… The fox clenched a fist as his emotions rose, so did his… returning abnormal hunger.

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Day 39-40

2/17/17

             There was supposed to be a monsoon, but obviously a complete overreaction. I feel like anywhere outside the east coast, like any place, goes DEFCON 5 at the slightest sniff of inclement weather. So all we did yesterday was chill inside order food and play video games. I miss having video games at my finger tips. Plus I got $15 off my uber eats. Sweet. That night we watched the Entourage movie because one of my friends just finished the series, inspiring.

           I didn’t submit Friday because I didn’t do shit. I went to bed that night hoping for something exciting to happen the next day. And guess what? I woke up with debit card fraud, hooray! Some douchebag copied my card number and bought $90 worth of Denny’s and $40 of tobacco at a gas station. In mother f’in San Jose. I finally speak to a Bank of America representative after spending the majority of my 20’s on hold, and they ask if “I’m sure that wasn’t me?” First off look at my previous purchases Mr. Holmes, the last 5 lets say, all in Los Angeles. I had ordered food on Uber eats at 10, and they somehow entertained the notion that I drove all the way to San Jose to get $90 worth of Denny’s. First off I say to them I’ve never been to San Jose. Then I go Denny’s? I am an IHOP or bust kind of guy, would never waste a cent at Denny’s. At that point they believed me. I honestly was impressed. $90 at Denny’s? The most expensive item on the menu is like $4.99. the only thing cheaper than Denny’s is Taco Bell, and that’s because they all but pay you to eat there. Some person slammed $90 worth of Denny’s, animals who plan on months of hibernation don’t consume that amount of food. I say to the Bank of America worker, it’s blatantly card fraud because no one person on any occasion can spend that much on Denny’s. I got a laugh, finally, when I told the worker that a post-hunger strike Gandhi couldn’t consume half that amount. After I cancelled that card, I had to get a temp from BOA. That was surprisingly painless. After I got a temporary card I hit up Von’s to get groceries for the week. After Von’s I hit the gym and then cooked/watched All-Star weekend. Skills competition was as good as it could be. The three-point shootout was eh, but at least it hit OT. The dunk contest? Embarrassment, borderline criminal. No one could hit a damn dunk! It was a bigger waste of time than the movie Journey to Center Earth. I would’ve watched a stranger’s Bar-Mitzvah montage, with all the cliché songs (These are the days, Sweet Child o’mine) than watch that dunk contest. Deandre Jordan jumped over a 4’10” DJ Khaled. Dude wake up. Your teammate jumped over a car. I will say DJ Khaled popping that trey ball was the highlight of the whole show. But damn that sucked. After that I watched Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates. Average, but funny. I went out that night but wasn’t feeling well, so I went home early to get some rest. Well that’s that. Thanks for reading. Stay sort of classy.  

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Steam charts: most popular games, 15-21 December, 2018

It’s nearly Christmas, which means the gaming industry is going into hibernation (boo!), but also that there’s a massive Steam Winter Sale with over 15,000 games on sale (hooray!). Better still, some of the biggest and best PC releases this year are among the sales, including Assassin’s Creed Odyssey, Jurassic World: Evolution, Far Cry 5, and Monster Hunter: World. So, what effect has Valve’s latest deluge of bargains had on our weekly rundown of the Steam charts? Quite a big one it turns out, but only if you’re looking at the Steam global top sellers list, which reveals plenty of discounts on top 2018 games. There is also the odd piece of DLC here as well, but mostly it’s a week dominated by Steam sales. The list of Steam top sellers changes all of the time, but it takes something special to break up the established order of the Steam charts by concurrent players. Join us as we list the top ten games for each category and provide you with a brief analysis of the week’s biggest surprises. from https://www.pcgamesn.com/steam-charts-most-popular-games-15-21-december-2018

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Intermezzo: Free Solo Review

Pre-Cycle 11

So, first of all, for anyone wondering, I did get the go ahead from the warlocks on Tuesday to continue with treatment through Cycle 12 (assuming my blood tests come back okay), which is great news. And I’d normally write about that and how awesome it is (Hooray! More chemo!), but it’s been such a long, weird, event-filled week even by my standards (my car got hit by lightning)(that’s a dramatic exaggeration, but, like everything else in my life, far less of one than I’d like), that instead, I thought I’d review the fantastic (and - for me - utterly terrifying) film “Free Solo.” Also, that’ll enable me to put off trying to figure out my upcoming chemo schedule, which is somewhat less-predictable than others (I’d have to come in on Christmas Eve or Christmas according to my current estimate, which seems a little ghoulish even for me).

A bit of background. Even though I like rock climbers and have many friends and family in that group, and even though I have nothing but love for them, their utterly terrifying sport isn’t for me (and thanks to them for putting up with me long enough for me to figure that one out). Full confession; I’m not only psychologically unfit for it, I’m physically not a good candidate. Even putting my neurological issues aside (unreliable left leg, vertigo)(those are the lasting impacts of neurosurgery #3 and #2, respectively), I’m terrified of heights. And with good reason - I’m about 182 cm tall and 100 kg; if I fall, it’s a much bigger problem than if someone smaller/closer to the ground and lighter does. And I’m about 85% torso, by height. So, why would I see a film about a sport that frightens me? Simply put, Alex Honnold, who is possibly the world’s premier greatest living rock climber.

Many, many, many years ago, someone pointed out to me that everyone’s heard of LeBron James, or Colin Kaepernick; fewer people have heard of Royal Robbins (or Kelly Slater, for that matter), largely because the latter two exist in a weird sub-culture of extreme sports that’s not as profitable or plugged in to pop culture as main-stream sports (I’ve only heard of Honnold because I’m a big fan of the Banff Film Festival). So, one of the world’s most niche-sports-figure getting a film - even if it’s not in wide release - is really cool. Again, it means society, as a whole, is opening up to non-traditional people, and sports, and stories. Which, as a now non-traditional person (again, traditionally, people like me die within two years of diagnosis, and that annoying new gimp/cripple physical aspect makes life a lot less accessible than I’d prefer), is cool, and, more importantly, as a storyteller, it means more, different, and better stories.

The story of “Free Solo” is pretty straight-forward. A man works his whole life to perfect his craft, and then, at the height of his talent, decides to gamble it on a potentially lethal career high-point. Wait, what? Most rock climbers - and certainly my sub-par, failed attempts - use various safety equipment and climb with buddies and do other things to minimize risk. The downside is both minimized risk, and, from my limited understanding, some of these safety devices permanently “hurt” (or pierce, anyway) the rock. “Free solo” climbing eschews such devices, or, indeed, a sense of self-preservation. Says the guy who’s letting science use him as a lab rat for a poisonous substance. Again, when you’re desperate, you make odd choices. However, like me, A. Honnold points out that most free-solo rock climbs are calculated risks (to paraphrase him, “The odds of me actually falling are low, but if that happens, the odds of something really, really bad happening are high.”). Which brings us to El Capitain, the Everest of the climbing world. As I may have mentioned previously, this is the Holy Grail of climbing. If you ever go to Yosemite Valley in Yosemite National Park (and I recommend you do this before you die), you will not be able to miss El Cap. If you’re like me, you might even have to go lie down for a few minutes just looking at up at it (it’s terrifying even from ground level). Even though it’s been climbed by blind, deaf, and physically disabled people (it’s a long story; there’s an old Yosemite joke that El Cap is handicap-accessible), it has never been climbed (clumb? someone help me with these conjugations) without safety devices. Enter Mr. Honnold, stage right, and the codependent National Geographic film crew. To make a long story short, he climbs the mountain and survives, with the support of both the film-makers and his long-suffering girlfriend. Hooray.

The reason this film is worth seeing - and why I’m reviewing it - is that, for all that, it’s a very weird film (it’s a really good film, but it’s weird). First of all, the camera and framing devices need a little description. In every scene or shot of El Cap, it not only dominates everything around it, but they use some cool VFX devices at various points to show Yosemite valley shifting and swinging around El Cap. Which made me grip my seat rests, but also gave an interesting insight into how Yosemite is absolutely dominated by these staggeringly massive walls on all sides. Secondly, this is - as far as I know - the only character study of A. Honnold on file in video form. Even though he’s been prominently featured in the Banff Film Festival and other places, they don’t give a real sense of who he is - he’s just a sort of stand-in rock climber fantasy figure; a James Bond of the rock climbing world - in all the other films I’ve seen, he goes somewhere and climbs something impressive; there’s not a whole lot revealed except he likes to climb. And he’s pretty much fearless - according to a little background research (yes, I do read about my subjects before tackling them), Honnold isn’t known for being the most technically-proficient or skilled climber, but he is known for taking on risks and challenges that no one else in the climbing world does.  Qui audet adipiscitur and all that. This film delves a little more into that, actually following him into an fMRI (one of those specialized MRIs that shows which parts of the brain “light up” during various tasks and images. The science-person in me would point out that this test is so overly sensitive, it should be taken with a grain of salt (my favorite research poster of all time was one that used fMRI analysis to show which images a dead salmon prefers)(you read that correctly). However, in this case, it showed that Honnold’s fear threshold/tolerance was much, much higher than usual. The film also looks at what that looks like in a relationship, as they also follow Honnold’s girlfriend, Sanni McCandless, for some of it. In retrospect, she’s probably the real hero of the film, because she fully supports him in his near-suicidal ambitions. There’s also the weird aspect about how the world’s most recklessly brave climber gets... stage fright. The film actually documents this very well, about how Honnold doesn’t seem up to the task when everyone’s around, watching him; and it takes a series of hidden cameras and a tactical retreat by McCandless to force him up the wall. As someone who has, ah, “performance issues” when it comes to urine samples (I’d imagine that after a year of those, it wouldn’t be a big issue, like the IVs and neuralgia bother me less, but we all have our idiosyncrasies - I intend to ask the chemo ward to quietly move to a different floor next time), I weirdly get it. And I also sort of weirdly get how, in an extreme situation, sometimes the riskier, more outrageous path is also the safer one. Having said that, I still have to give the man props for a following through on a near-psychotic ambition and seeing it through.

ANYWAY… WEIGHT: 96 kilos CONCENTRATION: Not bad, but I’m also exhausted from a week of travel and holidays. Which reminds me, if I make it out of this alive, I intend to start hibernating from Nov.15-Dec, 25, which should make this sort of holiday seasonal travel a little easier. APPETITE: Good. I’m even starting to appreciate “fun” things, like non-vegetable or protein-based foodstuffs. I imagine that’ll definitely decrease as I get back into the grind and find my willpower renewed with... well, the same willpower that allows me to swallow pills that come in “biohazard” bags. ACTIVITY LEVEL: Good, but I’m still exhausted. SLEEP QUALITY: Okay. COORDINATION/DEXTERITY: Excellent; I even went to the gym yesterday without braces. MEMORY: Not bad, I still have trouble forgetting to complete long or multi-step tasks, but that’s hardly new.. PHYSICAL: Overall, not too bad. At the moment, I’m mostly tired, sore, a little cold, and hungry, which - if you haven’t had peripheral nerve damage or chemo-induced panic-attacks, might seem bad, but to have normal, every day physical complaints instead of my usual, hyper-bizarre ones... well, it’s deeply comforting, in an odd, slightly-masochistic way. EMOTIONAL: Good. I realize I just got a clean scan on Monday - I had to wait until Tuesday to review the findings, though - and after 24 hours of that sort of frenzied anxiety, the volume on standard emotional issues gets muted. SIDE EFFECTS: Tired. So tired. Which reminds me, based on my records, I’m pretty sure my limp’s tied into exhaustion/fatigue issues. Which gives me hope that, after the next two cycles (and possibly a six-month nap to catch up on my sleep) I might get something like consistent progress fixing that complaint.  CURRENTLY READING (For Donna): “A Monster Calls.” 

[manic-old-man]

J17-06

We drag into another month, at 8.01 of 2017/06/01 R, with many problems, the biggest being perhaps the ca. immobility of the Arp.   See notes re feeling tired, hopefully only this morning – till pipe time.

 Another problem is the pipes aren’t cleaned, at 8.09.  A larger one is xxxx to seek airline tickets.  The wall rock is in there; what else carrying over from May, to do? Grass cutting is coming.  Maybe things aren’t TOO bad.  

 8.13 – ca. TV suggests lots of games are good for old me – sol qualifies, I am completely confident.  But, did their examples suggest 2-person games?  Not sex.

 Come with me back in time, after 8.48, back to the BDC, with its old, ca. smart sol game, and its Wonder Ware – can such open those quest files that seemed to be NG Word files?  

 Slip of 4/25 for 5/31 W; drag into draining at 9.41

V a. 12.24 – pee 1                               BELLS X

 V b. 3.27 – pee 2, VG

 V c. 5.17 – pee? V 3    Did I dream of the Goddess Athleta?  And super bugs, in the forest.  And 1’ NOP’s.   --   What it was, before 9.50, was a dream of Mitre and the 7090 that showed a bug of a program doing a pause waiting for some event, and the pause state would break after one minute, gratuitously.

 V d. 7.18 – poop

 V e. 10.39 – poop 2.

 V f. R 1.42 – pee 1

 V g. 3.48 – pee 2

 V h. 5.56 – pee 3, some audio; sun on clothes hamper

 V i. 7.28 – finally up, pee 4, quite asleep, no audio – now charging.  Earlier dream of squeezing into ~bus seat next to ~Diane Dixon   Tired today?  Only this morning?  

 V j. 7.51 – poop? V  Read Emily Dixon.

 Landing drag-ily done at 9.54.  Skip the pipe cleaning?  

 Back we come at 10.45 from the BDC, having finally got the smart sol game going, but unable to remember how to use the smart features, like endless apps////un-do’s. Also with W Ware, I am unable to find any of the old file boogers that would not open, by normal processes.  

 Before 10.48, I was poking about, drag-ily, barely refreshed by ca. 20’ in the recliner, in that ca. packet of undrained slips, and it was very clear to me, maybe not stated earlier, that these, coming soon after the 2/3 stricken-ing, suffered mightily in the quality of the handwriting, hence lack of draining, and that this was from the handwriting hand being on an arm and shoulder that were in deep do-do.  

 Well, I thought, before 4.04, that that Pipe Fairy had a hard job cut out for her today to get me completely restored, and indeed it was too much, in spite of a walk again to the second summit, and a good smoke starting in that corner, and moving under cover when a tiny shower came up.  Again I smoked only the B III tobac, and again it was jolly good.  Finally I must clean the pipes, and try to get the Bent Ehrlich unplugged.  

 Before 4.08, with Wonder Ware and the Quest notes, I was able to find dicey files, and ‘restore’ a bunch, but not specifically identify one that was earlier seen as dicey. Never the less, the thing is clearly powerful, if hard to use, but with a bunch of fiddling will probably do all that fetching stuff that I earlier called for.  Put the BDC back to hibernation, after another try at the smart sol features.  

 Done, at 4.30, but still quite stumped by those smart features; I couldn’t even start a new game.  How to crack this nut?  The answer lies deeply buried in some way-earlier J-file.  

 At 4.39, the real hot item is not PHC’s powder milk biscuits, but a ca. e/m to the Arp folk, citing the error message gotten just once – how come not again?  A vaguely remembered screen shot of the message is not readily found in the Aside paste file.  What was the text?  THINK. Before 4.49, it was to the effect that a coordination file could not be found/-located.  It is noted in last month’s notes?  Page 40 at 4.55 has ‘can’t load localization file’ as that note. Load, maybe find.  

 Before 8.04, an hour’s nap, out heavily, and then the dishes, sailed thru, together may have finally restored me.  Don’t count on it.  At 8.14, the P Soft ca. e/m is sent, using their nice form, omitting that I have had the trouble before.  I have to re-install?  

 Don’t count on it indeed, now or after 8.52, as I slide down the slope of fatigue.  I can book up the recent Lunch emails?  Pipe cleaning is what is really needed.    Google, etc., were only moderately kind to old sol, or supportive of its value.                                                                                R

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 2017/6/2 A 8.46 F – the auto-date guy is not showing up for work – it will be a bad day? A note speculates that we are well-rested; grass-cutting, especially, may prove it wrong.  At 8.47, everything is okay propped up on those toothpicks – we can do these niceties and start the real work.  The TV Titan work is done already.  

 Before 8.49, at / 8 25 \ a peek at the P Soft web site suggests that their operation is / Stagnant \ in that their most recent News posting is from 07/23/15 – this suggests that, tho their bot acknowledges the sending of my query, that I may not get a human response.  This prompted at / 8 31 \ looking at the download collection, and seeing that on / 16 7 7 9,29 \ I seem to have created the time stamp in doing the / Arp down \ loading – look for in in J16-07.  / Can I find and rename the present version? \ I asked, before 8.55.  Or, / Re-install on BDC?  There is an Arp there already? Use that for a while? \ This seemed a good idea.

 Before 10.05, with seemingly many threads of activity ongoing, at / 9 16 \ I was back to the Bowling Banquet’s suggestion/invite to / Todd lunch \ for four, noted last month.  Liz will continue to consider a next Wednesday date.  For Todd, I have been seeking a song to apply my ca. new algorithm to, to generate goofy humor, of the sort appreciated by Todd.  Liz’s report of / Kate smith \ daily singing at 9 AM for Bitner, set me to composing, at / 9 58 \ starting to compose ca. nonsense lines, by ca. randomly shuffling particles (and then some) as in: / God bless the Mer’ca, land of a love, stand aside a, and glide a, … \ maybe to be continued after 10.25, and more grass cutting.      

 Earlier, before 10.26, at / 9 34 \ we had found that indeed the BDC has an Arp on board, and it records for more than one minute, but the cut is silent.  The setting of its / BUTTONS \ looks different – therein may lie the silence problem.  SRC buttons show all 8 top setting on, except for Voice.  10.30 – stop eating nuts.  Play a sol game/round as replacement.

 Oh dear, at 10.46 we have a mower balk – long time no see.  No better at 10.58.

 Before 10.59, we could hear no radio on the BDC – how come?  THINK.  Button settings noted and changed.  Look at dos search results.  At 11.03, I find the structure obscure, but an effective, hiding, rename COULD probably be worked out.  

 11.16 – try mower again and/or do more Booking.

 11.27 – the second big yank was a winner.  I mowed over to the rock brace boards, and found one or more ca. loose – the rock seemed to be staying in place on its own; maybe there’s hope.  

 Recent Lunch Book-ing caught up at 11.43 – there is an earlier, old problem?  

 Before 4.11, with the mower set down a notch, and thus producing mucho mulch, at / 3 37 \ we resolved, that we got to / Scrape   xygyg that sucka! \

 With the mower ca. stalled again at 4.03, and merciful clouds about, we will note the walk to the mail box and around the Scenic Loop.  Then we had an excellent smoke with Kuhner just on fire today, especially re the ca. burned out comedienne, and again smoking just one pouch’s stuff, Balkan I.  We cleared a plugged white boy - and the bent boy too.  We ca. indulgently took no mowing breaks during this sacred pipe time.

 Now, or soon after 4.07, we need to solve a Lunch Book problem, xygyg of a seeming big gap between 2016/7/19 and 2016/2/3, five months.  I guess we got to search back thru the Outlook holdings for possible neglected email during that time.  

 Hooray, the mower started on the first yank before 4.40, and we finished the living room plot, without too much more to go after we rest and cool off.                                                                                                        F

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 2017/6/3 P 12.32 S – maybe it will help me perk up to try to catch up this typing.  I felt wiped out after finishing the mowing - and thru the evening, but pretty much okay in the early morning.  I can get up to Cy’s house by the designated 1 PM for our prearranged smoke?  I will carry a light kit.  

 I did cool off yesterday after 4.40, and finished the mowing with appreciable difficulty and fatigue. After supper I had an hour’s nap and then worked pulling clean dishes, and had to Recline for a while before loading the dirty dishes.  That done, I reclined more – and did a third work stint? Yes, only to load the few things to wash into the dish pan and then collapse back into the recliner – and remained there, sound asleep I suppose, till near 10 PM and TV time.  This I was at least able to stay awake thru quite handily, with Murder in Maine – with Betsy and Rachael.  12.41

 Earlier, at / 11 08 \ we vowed, before catch-up time at 9.46, to / Uninstall \ the Arp software, and at / 12 26 \ thought to seek / Factory reset and other options \ for it, feeling / Wibed out \ and at / 12.42 \ thought to seek such / Features on web site \ of theirs – not likely productive?  

 Completely restored, we are, after a delightful smoke with Cy up at his house, sitting just inside his garage avoiding the rain.  More is to be said about it I am sure, but WHAT is this stuff above?  I hope it will come back to me.  5.08 – it is what is to be done with Arp.

 On returning from the great smoke up with Cy,   --   I was interrupted by something, before 9.51, and time to hang it up.

 Before / 3 50 \ and before 8.58 M, I took a fall onto the driveway trying to ca. vault down off of the wall.  I had / Blood \ from a scrape on my left arm, pain from a bump to my right elbow that persists to this day at 9.00, and a bump on the back of my head from hitting the driveway.  I lay there prone a bit collecting my wits, and someone called from across the street, seemingly Desiree rather than Julie, are you all right?  I called back Yep as I rose, and meant it, I guess.  I had tho a ca. / Absent \ feeling from this / Fall \ which slowly passed away.  

 At 3.54, I am a little woozy, maybe from that fall, trying to vault off of the wall onto the driveway, and falling rather heavily, and some bloodying of my left arm.    It has quite addled my thoughts?  

 Now at 4.07, I am little better.  I need to go away and do something else – help Liz with the ca. gardening?  I could do worse than cleaning up pipes – or unloading a Slip.  Before 4.10, and before this fall, I did feel quite completely restored from any lethargy of the morning.  

 At 4.30 after helping Liz some and lying down for 10 minutes, I still do not nearly feel right – from that fall.  I thought I would have a knot on the back of my head, where it hit the driveway, but there seems to be none.  Yes, do clean those pipes.  At 4.54, I find some abrasion of my right elbow.

 Cleaned they are at 4.49 – good therapy, that.  BUT it is nowhere nearly fully restorative, and I still feel somewhat confused.  I was distressed in this cleaning process to find a ca. chip gone out of the stem of the White Boy, just to the right of the bit.  I dropped the thing yesterday?  Causing this damage – not nearly fatal.  I need to smooth down a sharpish edge?  

 Good therapy, before 4.52, but I still don’t feel nearly right.  Try some sol therapy?  Or Slip unloading.  At 4.55, the call is to clean up for the gardener.  

 That being done at 5.06, I still feel a bit woozy – sol therapy will help?  Repeated wins before 5.46 are encouraging, but I am not at all clear-minded – a little bit off.  Donning party clothes has helped some.

 We are back at 9.39 from nice dinner, with Liz, at Bison County with nice walk across that Charles River dam.  We had a nap of indeterminate length – but, that or the sum seems to have left us in fine shape, with seemingly no continued impairment.  We will clean up stuff above as much as possible.                                                                                        S

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 2017/6/4 A 8.26 S – we made good progress there above, but there is much more to do re this rather strange, complicated day.  There is much to do for THIS day too, in its own right.

 Slip of 4/26 for 6/1 R, to drain at 9.22, trying to get going

V a. 11.27 – poop? V #2 – helps me? V    BELLS X

 V b. F 12.56 – pee 1   --   Landing at 10.13 getting a little done

 V c. 3.26 – pee 2; dream of corporate intrigue & 1 like Mark Mathews  --   That is, the guy in the dream looked like Mark, but wasn’t him. 10.13

 V d. 5.51 – pee? V VG   View to Spy Pond   --   That is, we recalled days long ago when the trees were shorter, and we could see skaters on pond.

 V e. 7.16 – poop X – rested?  

 V f. 8.01 – poop #1

 V g. S 1.13 – pee 1

 V h. 3.41 – pee 2; finally getting under the covies.

 V i. 5.24 – pee 3; c later – 2 awake, Left heel is sore, rt. Foot ~bunion is better.  Left pinky is sore from mowing.   --   Not mentioned before 10.09?  Scrape and ca. bruise on right elbow – and another?  How could I have missed, before 11.40, the scrape and wound which bled, just below left wrist?  Progress made of mower scraping – maybe 2/3 done?

V j. 7.01 - up, pee 4 – pinky worse?                                                           U

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 2017/06/05 A 8.42 M – how erratic, the auto-date guy is back on duty.  With an e/m gotten off to Holgate about lunch possibly Wed. after bike to BPL, I still have two days’ record to clean up above, and not trivially either.  A reply is wanted of course to Ivan re Arp, and Ukraine too.  Then there is still good old draining and TV Titan, and a wash load too.  At least it is a rainy day, limiting the outside drangs, to drag in some German.  And THIS time, clean the pipes!  I am quite well rested, yes?

 At / 7 47 \ and before cleanup at 9.08, I half-resolved to work up   xygy a method to have this here SRC time-out period of ca. 1 minute end with ca. 1 minute of the ca / Brush \ program that runs so fetchingly on Liz’s pc before it times out and shuts down.  It is named Stripes?  

 There, at 9.10, I think I have gotten ALL of the junk above ordered up.  Having gone quickly and well re Holgate, hopefully we can do as well with Ivan.  In comes the Swim Team.

 Back at 9.23 with the whole team coffee-ed up and me too, we turn to TV T and daily slip stuff.   At 9.34, most of that stuff rolls off till later, and we proceed with high hopes toward Ivan.

 Well, such went quickly, and well, before 11.01.  Then, alternating with the wash work, we roared into the TV and Slip stuff, sustaining well, I think, the extra stimulation/distraction of Joe Avery, etc., of P Hall CD, stored music ca. discovered in the process of the Ivan work file searching.  At 11.09, we are still roaring along, in great form, surely tops.

 Slip of 4/28 for 6/3 S, drain at 11.08, still doing well.

V a. P 9.35 – roll over                                    BELLS X

 V b. U 12.57 – pee 1

 V c. 4.56 – pee 2 – VG

 V d. 7.03 – up, pee 3

 V e. 7.32 – poop

 V f. P 11.29 – pee 1

 V g. M 4.41 – pee 2, VVG

 V i. 7.08 – pee? X   no alarm!   --   Before 11.13, she said No, she is not getting old and losing her grip.

 V j. 7.26 - poop

  11.32 - dry load is some dry?  That left pinky is still definitely sore.  

 Yes, as I sometimes say, at 3.45, and always, I am always in a good mood after my pipes.  We are sometimes fully restored, and I certainly am today, if I wasn’t already in top form.  Yes, it’s great to feel good, Kurt.  

 I got in a walk to the second summit before 3.48, detouring away from the dripping trees, to open sky, tho dark and heavy.  Smoke in near drain pipe assisted by the paper and plastic recycle containers was very good, with old WM backing up the new one which is again crook.  Let us clear up that stuff and see what is pressing next.  Drat, no reply yet from Holgate or Ivan.  

 And, at 3.59, the winnah is – the Lunch Book e/m gap, noted somewhere – above, of HERE? Finishing the mower scraping has been rolled off to tomorrow, appearing to be another rainy day coming.  The reader will surely understand by now that I use HERE the way Shakespeare used THIS, in saying that this gives life to there, and perpetual life, as long as men may breath and eyes can see; my objectives to perpetuity are more modest, only 350 years – from 1666, if that is the year of the Great Fire of London, and Pepys’ note of it.  Make that 351, right?                xygy

 At 4.46, it appears that the five-month-plus gap in the Lunch Book record may be valid; that e/m search reveals nothing relevant, and the message content above and below the gap seems fairly consistent with Going Dark.  The alternative is that the sought missives are simply lost, deleted, but I think I was pretty careful with them.

 Before 8.02, we felt pretty tired right after dinner, but a little later, a 30 + 5’ Timer nap seemed quite enuf.  I did go right back to sleep for that second shot.  Now with just a few dishes done, and, drat, still no Replies, what’s next? Pipes are done, tho not before supper, as was sworn.  Some Googling clear-up is due.

 Done at 8.37, well enuf – tho carn and rath from church music did not resolve at all well. What’s next, questing or V3 typing? The latter, I think.  The weariness steals o’er me like a chill, or something.

 At 8.47, a five-minute chair-nap has helped, with a dream I can touch but not grasp; ended by footsteps above.                                                         M

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 2017/06/06 A 7.43 T – the auto-date guy is on duty – a good sign for a good day?  It seems such so far – I seem well rested.  Mood continues quite flat, if we dismiss these ca. bursts of energy.  I am keen to finish the present chunk of V3 stuff and post it to Kurt, with a supplemental piece.  

 Slip of 4/29-30 for 6/6 T, partial draining at 7.47

V a. T 2.13 – pee 1                              BELLS X

 V b. 4.16 – pee 2; dream, OK, of RR tracks

 V c. 5.09 – pee? X   c later; good dream of good German backup woman – a widow?  My hand on her thigh.  I told her? No audio.   --   That is, before 7.55, I was fairly familiar with the reasonably attractive, slim woman in Germany, seemingly unattached, whom I may have told that if anything happened to Liz, I would want to have her address, to contact, and be with her.  

 V d. 6.29 – pee 3 now.  Yes, do measure waist.  Some audio.   --    xygy Make that 40 inches at 9.50, to be reduced.

 V e. 7.29 – poop

  There, at 9.24 this stint of V3 typing is done, and it is the last one?  How to tell?  Where is Kurt’s note?  I have to count the typed stints, = 3?  Bind the book back up.  

 The note is found, at 9.39, the book done up, and returned to that xxxx top shelf.  Me return to it fairly soon, maybe after more Questing, and type the next stuff in order – and return the book to the attic. Scrape?

 Yes, after 9.45 try to get the mower scraping finished in one stint - then next is that Kurt thing.  His note is found.  

 Oh dear, at 10.43, I am quite tired, but the mower is scraped.  A test start-up went poorly, maybe helped by filling gas tank. Another at ca. 11.30 will recommend sparkplug attention?  

 It started pretty well before 12.39, and a half-hour nap that may have well helped me, but try the mower again.  And, from bed,     xygyg Security I thought was the Control Panel icon I needed to find ca. Stripes for the screen – maybe screen saver – Security is NF.  What would be a synonym for such?   Read thru the icon list.  

 Before 3.51, in spite of the rain, we got in, with the big umbrella, a walk to the first summit, and turned back – the rain was too much.  Smoke was good in under cover, and, at / 3 24 \ we declared, / Restored? Yes. \ And, I add now, yes indeed.

 We have in the strange Outlook category, at 3.53, of Archive, some Lunch mail that may be ca. lost/missed over.  At 4.07, it looks like we have hit pay dirt – now comes the tedious process of scooping the stuff up.  

 In the quest for a Security D Top icon at 4.19, we encounter Dell Touchpad, and tentatively turn it off – soon back on?  We will avoid some ca. bobbling?  Likewise, at 4.22, in IDT Audio Control Panel, we disable Power Management, which it says will enable PC Beep.

 SFU: ‘screen’ at 4.34 leads us to the On-Screen Keyboard – neat; and maybe to the screen saver, and the ca. Stripes option.  4.36 – Ribbons it is.  Screen Saver is set for wait 1 minute, and to do Ribbons.  At 4.40, it’s pretty, but understandably cpu heavy, at about 20% - how do I get it to stop in a bit?  After 4.52, forcing it to Sleep will be good enuf?  7.39 W – no, regular sleep setting at TWO minutes takes care of the problem.

 7.28 – 35 + 5’ Timer nap not enuf?  Where’s my coffee?  Try pipe cleaning.  At 7.39, it has worked pretty well.  Still, the weariness of the post-mower morning has returned.  

 Dishes done at 8.10; some weary; we can progress on the e/m scooping?  Before 8.21, I got along a little way – then hit the wall.  

 8.24 – making shopping list was enuf for the Stripes to come up – and then soon gone!

 We are too tired for questing?  Maybe back to V3.  We can finish the Kurt e/m, short?       That made it easy, at 8.33.  Onward we drag, at 8.57.  The Ivan work revealed Win OS tools not known before – DxDiag for getting the ca. configuration of the machine, and recorder.log for Arp ca. recently going berserk.                                                                          T

    DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. W

 2017/06/07 A 7.42 W – wow are we on a roll, pumped by the lunch deal, as the slip note observes – or 3x5?  

 PJ Pocket 3x5 of 5/21, initial draining at 7.43

V #1. 2.57 – SEPARATE, GROSLING   --   See below after 9.07 re subway separation.  Grosling for some reason seemed a good name for a tinny runner shoe – a brand name?  

 V #2. 3.57 – 2 – DIR *AVED*   --   Can the Dos Dir search command xyfy skip past the start of the name SAVED GAMES?  9.10 P 9.24 – indeed!

 X #3.  --   Before 8.07, we had another lost item/idea?  No?

 X #4. 4.32   WORD…   --   One seems lost here.

 V #5. WINNER   --   See below re Reality Winner, after 9.11

 V #6. PUMPED BY LUNCH   --   Mood, energy, creativity way up, < 9.12.

 V #7. 4.38 – TDC, CUDDLE   G: BDC, & URB;   --   Google top and xygy bottom dead center, of engines or activities, and see X Urban Dict. too.

 V #8. TOUCH, CARESS, CUDDLE   --   See below, after 9.13.

  Slip of 4/29-30 for 6/6 T, final draining at 8.41

V f. W 2.13 – pee 1

 V g. 3.41 – pee 2, c later; some; do some audio? After a nap.  Good dream earlier of a ~cuddling girl on bus   --   Also see below, 9.14

 V h. 7.01 – pee 3, VVG    37 seconds – beep   B F P from bed: ____ fungus Psalm    ____ is backspace?  Yes - meaning WHAT?   --   The WBZ xygy time beep was at 6.59.37 on the SSH; compare.  9.36 – 31” behind SRC; dope out the logic when fresher.  8.29 R – that time has come, I hope.  The SSH was 23” behind the radio beep; it is 30” behind the SRC clock. So the beep seems to be 7 seconds behind the internet time – OK?

 V i. --   Mushrooms are fungi, right?  10.26                               xygy

                                                                                                             xygy

V j. --See the hymnal for Oh God, our help in ages past – what psalm? 90  

 V k. 7.33 – Winner as surname, verified (7.21 - poop)   --   Reality Lee xyg Winner in the news has an awfully odd name, at 8.05.

  At 8.47, try to handle all this touching and cuddling stuff together here – it is that I have lately a number of dreams in which I become somewhat intimate with a fair lass, usually young.  At least two of the dreams have involved being on (T) transportation, but the one with Emily Dixon on the bus was not of a fair lass.  I sit next to them, perhaps to talk, somehow to touch, then to stroke and then to caress their arm, or in the case of the German woman a thigh, in a way that says she has lovely, silky skin.  She does not reject these advances and compliments, and soon my arm is around her, cuddling, and she happily, delightedly, cuddles back.  In one, her newspaper was in front of me, its contents being the subject of the ca. oncoming conversation.  

 In the SEPARATE dream noted before 8.55, Liz and I were in a subway car as it reached our stop. I went out, with her behind me.  I turned looking to see her emerge, but she did not.  I waited as more came out, then scanned around the platform, but she was not to be found.  I became agitated, maybe desperate or hysterical, not only at her absence and yet again such a separation, but also at the implied threat to my sanity, and my knowledge of physics in the world, and causality. 8.59

 Reading thru this work so far at 9.05, I think that Kurt or other Freudians can have fun with the contrast displayed above.  

 Boy have I got a lot of catching up to do at 3.51, not the least being the rest of the stuff from last night’s active time.  There, at 4.38, a lot of the small, easy items are done, including tightening the bicycle seat knocked askew when I fell, once again, approaching the library and misjudging how high a lip I was trying to regain the sidewalk from the grass.  This gave me a slightly bloodied left knee; I am carrying five wounds now?  Left wrist - and another from that wall fall?  Right elbow was from that?  What else? At 8.05, left pinky is still some sore, but better.  8.27 R – add in the bad arm and shoulder!

 Lunch with Michael before 4.42 was pretty good, good waffle with better Nutella, with him seeming to accept the ca. challenge to get on Tumblr, follow me, and hopefully get to the archive – unspoken of.  Politics were gingerly brought up – ye gods, he wanted to vote for Bernie. He agreed with me we should do this again – fairly short, 45’ – after he has time to enter the Tumblr glade?  

 Before 5.03, now grasping at light straws, I had a half-hour nap, most of it asleep I think, doing me good.  Library trip was fine.  Belated smoke was good, somewhat shortened.  

 There, at 8.00, we have even gotten the ripping started of the BPL CD’s of Death in Belmont, which wonderfully complete, including the old drug store where I bought my first cassette player/recorder.  The book seems pretty good, heard some doing dishes, after 35 +5’ Timer nap, seemingly enough.  The ducks come into a row.  

 Now, at 8.10, the Landing is finally done, but there is MUCH doing to do.  With more advancing still done at 8.44, I think we down to the x-ie’s and the abundant Googling, but first let us clean the pipes in a timely fashion.  We can start another Rip to go with it.  Pipes are done at 8.59, done with rapid and precise movements, becoming ever more rapid, and more practiced.  CD #3 is starting to rip.                                                      W

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. R

 2017/06/08 A 7.58 R – soldiering on; as the slip notes, we are back to the blah’s of M0; the party’s over.  Continue last recent cleanup above, then some earlier x-s, and a shakedown note to Ivan, and more Lunch Book pursuit; weed whacking outside.

 Too tired at 10.39 to think it’s just the weed whacking.  We will see afternoon recovery?  I must do edges and associated weeding soon, ahead of rock stuffing.  

 Also, after 4.51, sweep stairs and sidewalk and get rid of dead bird.  Pooped, but the weeds are done – with ca. thread exhausted

 Pipe - burned box

 9 10

 Give up                                                                                                         R

     Dddddddddddddddddddddddddd. F

 2017/06/09 A 9.05 F – I wander thru the several things needing done this morning, and stumble upon the matter of Father’s Day gift requests – I had in mind three items needing ‘net purchase, right?  CTC minimum subscription has been spoken of; ppi Tungsten replacement, ca. $40, has not; the May file reveals Balkan Sobrannie ca. smuggled tobacco as a third; it suggests/reveals no more?  No, we say at 9.21, with coffee service done for the returned swim team, triumphant. At 9.29 we are not finding $30 ppi’s; push it back – go for the tobac?  $18 price seen at 9.35 is to be believed?  $7 for 1 month of CTC at 9.37 is great, at 9.38.

 Yesterday, alas, before 9.22, I dropped the ancient but currently long running perk coffee pot’s lid assembly on the stone-hard sink, and broke it into a thousand pieces – a big problem.  Liz dug a more ancient perk pot, non-self-heating ca. like the broke one, out of her ca. archive, and I struggled thru its first use for that team service.  

 Good news before 9.38 was Reply from Ivan, but saying do full delete, fresh download, and re-install; this will later need a new ca. certificate number?  How much time is this going to take?  Do before slip draining, but after starting on that sweeping?  

 The stairs are half done at 10.20, and my arm is tired.

 At 10.52, we are back from the mailbox mailing Cynthia’s BD card, with legs tired.  

 From the Dos view at 11.07, arp looks in order, way too complicated to try to hide with renames – also Ivan calls for complete reinstall, and probably means full uninstall.

 What was that layer idea I had and lost before 11.09?  it was, if it will come back a little more, to handle Death in Belmont files by xygy changing  something - the Album file, yes, that’s it, if that can be done to the folder containing the several files of a disk image.

 Ivan’s called-for and regedit.exe deletion of AudioRecorder left above it an empty Folder Pistonsoft, which I deleted too, before 11.26, bolstered by new probiotic trail mix, in lieu of morning nut ration, forgotten.  Ready to download?  Oh dear, at 11.34 there is a conflict with something already existing – a folder? Break off.

 Back at 12.15 from 15’ nap we are, involving a dream, good, of Leslie Fink sharing an office with James Comey, maybe at MIT – partners, they were sent out on some sort of a case together.  I was not in the dream at all?  This is rare.

 Back we are at 3.58 with the front steps sweeping finished, and till too hot.  Kuhner was again today VG, with me getting every bit of it I could, to the ca. detriment of yesterday’s Rush stuff.  Four pipes are to be cleaned, and more tobac to be portioned out.

 We had a late morning walk to the mailbox – oh yes, I said that, and it sufficed for walking and hill climbing.  Yes, I said it is hot, ca. 82%% max.  I guess now at 4.17 with a break for gardening support and a bit of good old sol, we turn back to download stuff

 I think I have maybe said how, before 4.18, how I like the sol game better after Google, etc., gave it fairly good marks for exercising the mind.

 Ugh, I am stuck at 5.00 needing response from Marc as to the Administrator password, in order to delete a P Soft folder that the download install process is complaining of. Worse than that, my e/m to him is not coming back as a bcc.  

 Strange, the bcc finally arrived just before supper, before 8.53, and his reply with a NG PW after supper, showing a time stamp ca. 4’ before that on my bcc, above it on the screen.  Get NG reply off to Ivan soon, after I regain some strength.  The sweeping seems to have done me in.  I closed my eyes for a nap at 6.22, and opened them at 7.23, quite by accident – and fatigue.  

 Air plane tickets mentioned before 9.07 – she said we still don’t know when this house is getting painted.  Tired – pooped – too much to clean pipes?  Try another sol game - then fall back on dish pulling.  Winner.  9.15 – too late, right?                                                  F

     Dddddddddddddddddddddddddd. S

 2017/06/10 P 3.19 S – we return to the top to do the niceties, and, being quite fully restored from a BAD morning, we start to catch up.  

 7.14 – my sloth and shame overwhelm me.  I can recover?  --   That is, last eve I was quite wiped out, and did shockingly little, and was off early to watch the continuing-great Laugh In reruns.  How quaint and strange and un-PC they seem, with smoking, and jokes like if Beverly Veronica Hubbard, of Germany in 1049, married Otto Drenwitz, she would be BVD; and Lilly Tomlin in her great phone sketches introducing herself to her called party as Miss Tomlin.  Also, before 9.23 T, jokes re marriage.

 Slip of 5/5 for 6/7 W; drain at 7.18 – yes.

V a. 9.38 – poop #2    BELLS X   --   doing penance.

 V b. R 133 0 pee 1.  Wound => break in skin?   --   Usually.

 V c. 4.03 – pee 2 – try some audio? V

 V d. 5.34 – pee 3 – back to dull M0.

 V e. 7.04 – pee? 4 – Over-drowsed.

 V f. 7.28 poop

 V g. F 12.08 – pee 1; bad dream of NF sox & threat of finger infection

 V h. 2.08? V pee 2 – bad dream continuing of trouble formal dressing.  Hotxx Pilsxx – help?

 V i. 4.28 0 pee 3 – long, good dream of tall, bonny bldg. at S end of long, oval lake in NY state – not a finger lake.

 Continuing to clear and catch up at 3.28, we have from / 2 41 \ that I was quite / Restored \ from the shortened smoke time, but with / Tinnitus \ just a / Trace \ and at / 3 16 \ noted / Great smoke, running thru that pouch of Balkan III \ involving the / Principal 3 pipes \ - 3.30.

 Not at all hot thru 87%% heat, low humidity I guess, some breeze, till near the end, tho the temp’s seemed to have been down to 82.   --   That from about 3.17, and before 3.30.

 I spent a good deal of the morning ca. babysitting the attempts at installation of a new AC in Liz’s bathroom.  I was already strangely almost dead tired from only a moderate amount of sweeping of the front sidewalk, keeping to the shade, in the only moderate heat – not extreme. 3.32; I kept pigging out on nuts and this great probiotic trail mix, hoping to gain strength, and collapsing into the recliner.  May I hopefully continue in top form for the rest of the day, God willing.

 What to turn to at 3.35, seemingly caught up with the old, ca. near stuff, the clutter? The Ivan matter maybe; it is tops? Survey.  

 An element of clutter at 3.41 is the ca. advancement of the Junger Belmont stuff, with it not now clear what disk to turn to, or how.           S

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. U

 2017/06/11 A 10.14 U – why so dull and wan, old sinner, why thee oh so tired?  Could running out of Omeprazole with last pill Friday have anything to do with it?  I thought I might be needing Zantec for the sour stomach by now, but no such thing. O-zole is another medicine I might be getting rid of?  

 Does heat, and the prospect of MORE heat, have, at 10.18, and before, anything to do with it? Does sleeping long dreamless, audio-less stints and rising late and returning to the sack have anything to do with it?  A lot, you say?  You might be right.  

 Liz is feeling wan or something too, also sleeping late – with us finally agreeing that church had been eliminated, before 10.21.  I wish them well, ongoing.  With breakfast we brewed the second pot of ca. new coffee, with Liz getting the swell idea to boil the water in a separate, wider tea pot, and then pour it in the coffee pot, to start the brewing.  

 What happened, before 10.23, to that Saturday afternoon, and the associated evening?  I did get that Ivan stuff doped out, and his e/m sent; and the re-request to Marc was in there too?   The evening saw another excellent supper at Burton’s, and then some attendant running about to relevant Burlington mall shops.  We reached home and soon fell to watching the overly-ca. scary 20/20 In an Instant two-hour cult show, which I pulled out of ca. 9.40.  Some work HERE preceded a return THERE, and so much for the evening.  

 Now, at 10.20, we must pump ourselves up on coffee, maybe on sol, survey the mail and TV Titan and such daily chores, clean the pipes, settle the Belmont file placement, and maybe do something good.  Oh yeah, do a Drainage.  And try to stay cool – turn off the overhead light?  

 Trying to cool down at 3.22, we will clean up here a bit, and soon go out to sweep more.  No walk was had, in deference to the ca. 89%% heat.  Corner smoke was cool enuf, in our tank-a-top and shorts.  We quit with two pipes plugged, and again falling back on the little bent thing.  It took only ca. 15’ for the last smoke of the dear, reliable briar, getting us in some early.

 Before 3.25, at / 3 16 \ we resolved to / Sweep \ as noted above. / Rest9red””?  Maybe not. \ We concluded, with poor typing.  

 Slip of 5/6-7 for 6/9, F, we drain at 3.27, as above, and filling in more.

V a. 6.06 – pee 4 – pills not helping.  Some audio, Hear Death BELLS X files (W) dishes.

 V b. 7.03 – pee 5; 37” WBZ – same?-   No, 31 – sample more.  9.09 U xyg 10.05 6/30 – last sample – the SSH is 4 ½ seconds behind the beep, and 5 seconds behind the SRC clock, so WBZ beep time is very close to ‘net time.

 V c. 9.44 – poop #2

 V S 1.18 - pee 1; prep 11

 V e. 3.38 – pee 2   ~bad dream of being ~stranded on Nantucket

 V f. 5.11 – pee 3; no dream

 V g. 7.02 – pee 4 – overslept, D: 2nd dogwood blooming, seemingly

 V h. 7.29 – poop   --   Cool enuf now, at 3.32

 V i. U 3.44 – pee 1 – fantastic.  Leg cramps, lower rt, then both.  Prep 11?

 V j. 6.09 – pee 2 – VG.  No audio, or omep.

 V k. 7.26 – pee 3 – overslept; get W’s are from Omeprazole last pill Fri?

 V l. 7.43 – poop? V

 Back we are at only 3.51, with only the kitchen steps done, not so much from the now 90%% heat, as from arm fatigue – one more than the other.  

 Re Belmont Murder file placement, we find at 4.41 that we CAN control the placement of the stuff, but only of an individual file, and not by folders, as was sought – one-zie-s are just too tedious to be of use.  What disk image are we wanting to load?  Disk 4 has been heard – maybe out of order.   One of the later disks seems to be missing in the ripped stuff, and WMp says it has already been ripped.  It is, at 4.45, disk 4, so we are okay.  Loading: none now, two are already up to bat.  All done?  We seem ready for a return to BPL.  Do a Reply to Marc.  V

 After 8.40, try that Delete not via Dos, but Wxp.  9.19 – NG – tired.

 Can we, at 9.40, advance the Lunch Book, or even the V3 typing?  At 9.50, we have got all the Lunch e/m’s in sight – how to search any further?  Wait till they turn up?                                                          U

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. M

 2017/6/12 A 7.42 M – Happy Birthday Nelly – still sick with flu?  We here are well-rested?  Did we say there is a forgotten stretch of sidewalk to sweep?

 Slip of 5/8 for 6/11 U, drain at 7.46, getting going we hope – on the day.

a. 9.42 – finally up?  No Trin.                                 BELLS X

 V b. P 10.09 – finally burping up acid – Zantac pill taken.

 V c. M 12.59 – pee 1

 d. 2.18 - try to pee, 2, only. V  Continuing bad dream of having to code a language, & trying to get out of a cave, & ending sans car & wallet.  Zantac was slow to kick in.   --   Before 11.15 T, it was that I had to write the code for a language compiler or something, that I did not know how to do readily.  

 V e. 4.56 - pee 3; ~bad dream of muddy snow outside revolving door.  Why so many dreams some nights?  Absence of fatigue?  Heat?

 V f. 6.57 – pee 4; Liz up at 6.32 for summer swim hours; I lay drowsing.  Hardly any audio.

 V g. 7.27 - poop? V   scant

 9.24 – D: Todd lunch Wed.; keep wash going.  Not noted: can I rename the P Soft.exe file, if not delete it?  9.28 – nope, Access Denied, again, to Dos.  Play Marc’s PW reindeer/PW games.  

 Admin PW cracked before 10.52 and laundry finished, P Soft.exe renamed, good news sent to Marc – send such to Ivan too?  Done at 11.37.  What did I have BDC up here sleeping, waiting for something?  Not Palm work?  It is now sent back to hibernation.  Nothing to do but Quest, or V3 typing?  Before 4.11, we remember that it was interest in the Wonder Ware, re the Questing clunker files.  

 At 12.50, with high temps, we take a walk only to Alan’s erstwhile house, where the tree shade ends.  Now we wait for the sun to get out of our smoking corner.  

 Slowly we cool down at 3.25, with our fan turned to LOW and the overhead light off, in deference to Dan McCauley’s Reverse 911 call re power load.  I never was overly hot out in the corner smoke, again emerging with a plugged pipe or two.  Inability to keep the white boy going into the heel smoke cut the excellent experience some short.

 Did I say a while back, before 3.43, that I was getting less / Enjoyment \ from the pipes? The last couple days have set that right.  Good smokes are back, if they were gone, or weakened.  Try some questing?

 We had a pretty good session up to now, 5.04, but with a note about possible collating problems with the file naming in the Journal folder.  We may be approaching the need for a Zantac pill.                              M

    DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. T

 2017/6/13 A 8.30 T – Lord, what a night.  At 8.56, how shall we tell its tale?  Let it suffice for the moment to say just sour stomach.  The moral of the tale is to collect the time pattern evidence, see if indeed it xygyg shows two pre-supper onsets on two consecutive days, and, if so, take such a pill today half an hour before the ca. patterned onset time.  

 We have noted collating problem of above to settle at 9.00; Draining, pipe cleaning, pill ca. patterning, and another Ivan go-around to do; enuf easy work, maybe enuf hard work, to keep us busy this morning, whacked or not.  

 Slip of 5/9 for 6/12 M, to drain at 9.03, ca. reluctantly            xyg

X a. 7.35 – what word shifted emphasis?                         BELLS X

 V b. P 9.35 – Zertec pill taken   --   At supper, before 9.06, I thought water then crackers and lots of supper would soak up or dilute the ca. rising stomach acid, but gave up at 9.35, after some good Quest evening work.  After 9.17, read that as Zantac.  

 V c. 11.26 – pee 1, F1   --   Floor 2 was too hot, as well as, before 9.08, needing to be fairly upright against the tummy acid problems.  

 V d. T 12.21 – pee 2; tummy is all better now?

V e. 1.02 – pee 3 why so many?   --   I wondered, before 9.18, about acid stomach somehow provoking kidneys – not likely.  The assumption was that each of these pee’s yielded the regular urine volume.

 V f. 2.03 – pee 4

 g. 2.52 – pee 5 – awful   afghan) – small rug?   --   Read, after    Xygy  9.11, blanket. 9.20 – get derivation.  Before 9.37, it kept me warm.

 V h. 3.53 – pee 6 – a bit of an OK dream of a queue of actors   try F2

 V i. 5.27 – pee 7. F2 good.  Good dream of Arno in their back yard.  Turn off fan   Earlier good dream of Tom & mirror-image DNA   --   The Arno is, I think, the name in Ullman’s White Tower book of the Aarn River, roaring hidden by boulders, and in the dream such a memorable stream flowed just behind a principle’s house, with a freshet coming down to it.  The Tom dream involved him saying the name of a substance taken up by viruses for sustenance, and me unable to remember the name, but talking about a ca. mirror-image of its molecular structure, and the possibility of the two forms meeting in a burst of energy.  I slept better with the fan off, but got not nearly enuf rest for the night.  9.30

 At 9.50 slip is landed, bed is made, but clean dishes are not pulled – more donkey work; much to be done.  Try the collating thing.  Cleared at 10.24, not without cost.  Continue with more wd22 questing, I think.  V

 Now at 10.49 the dishes are pulled, the sol game is won, and pipe cleaning is the last time sensitive task for the morning.  The Patterning matter is sensitive for the day, after 10.52.  Ugh, too hard for 11.09 – try it PM, post-pipe – the pipe fairy will rise to the challenge of the day?  Try the Ivan thing now?  It’s harder than further questing, but it’s more interesting.  

 Ugh, at 11.30 the Administrator is saying she can’t erase the Pistonsoft folder because something in it is open to another program, even tho I shut down Arp – Fox could possibly in there?  Dos does think he has deleted the file, but it still shows up!  11.36 – Fox being gone no help.  Organize: Close for the file is accepted, but no help.  I need a Restart for cleanliness?  

 Maybe, at 4.09 on the SSH, we are going to get our wish.  Outlook locked up trying to get to MML, and won’t clear out with a cancel command. The task bar doesn’t come back, and some other things are unresponsive.  No, that’s it for non-response.  No, at 4.13, Dos won’t Minimize.  THINK.

 Curiously enuf, at 4.30, Ribbons came up, ran some, and froze with strange white lines across it.  Start cleaning up – but how will we get to Admin to shut it down?  The Windows key is dead.  We will have to do a hard, cold shutdown?  That will kill the Admin all right.  V

 Here we are back up at 4.44, with only Word and T Manager running, and we will try to that folder delete for Ivan.  It went before 4.48 slick as shit, but the deleted folder is not seen in Jim’s recycle bin – okay I guess.  Start rebuilding, ahead of further Ivan work?  I thought there was a Restart option somewhere in the T Manager, but I couldn’t find it.

 5.05 – mostly rebuilt.  Later recount the afternoon; restored, yes, I think so.  More so at 5.10, but B Box won’t come up.  Well, at 9.04 and tired of dishes, tired of high heat and dry, tired of lower heat after thunderstorm and damp, tired of life just now, we will re-install Arp and see if it can see a radio signal.  

 Bad news at 9.15? the Arp comes up with the same Sch items – okay?  And Arp gives that Bass error/whatever; due to no sound?  Fox won’t start either.  Restart again?  THINK. Clean pipes?

 Sol has not helped at 9.33.  Try cleanup of the day.

 Note that before 9.41, a welcome Roth Reply was received, recommending Rabbit, Run – CD’s duly ordered, when I finally got MML contact.  The smoke was just a wee mite hot, bordering on uncomfortable, at 96%% - remarkable how some little breeze in my catching and focusing corner will keep me cool/okay holding real still.  ‘nuff said? Restored?  Not so sure now.                                          T

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. W

 2017/06/14 A 7.13 W – we have a lot of time-critical stuff to do this morning, not the least of which is pipe cleaning.  Re-acquisition of radio sound is uppermost.  TV Titan is low;

 Slip of 5/10 for 6/13 T, drain at 7.19 – high enuf ca. priority.

V a. 7.14 – pee 8, surely a record.  Up, overslept.  BELLS X

 V b. 7.39 – poop; hard again, ~scant? V

 V c. 10.04 – poop #2

 V d. 5.17 – one acid burp & Zantac taken

 V e. W 12.07 – pee 1, Zantac taken, #2

 V f. 2.34 – pee 2, tummy fine, now   --   That is, for a while, before 7.30, I was having some acid problems.

 V g. 5.19 – pee 3, VG, from bed – C & W – continued good dream of hand on waist, (W) her 6’ tall.  G lost, Class?  Visit to ~class using ~tab equip – to make ~costumes.  Caramels?  On the floor as cont.  VG sunrise.   --   The earlier hand on waist involved a young, lithe silky-skinned beauty, but this 6’ older, dark-haired thing was very well padded – fat - above and below her belt.  We leaned together, to whisper on the tour at WGBH of these young people using a printer to print out sewing patterns, and some other tab equipment, but I said I missed the clunk clunk clunk of the 407 reading cards.  They used USB interfaces for the control of their equipment. 7.36 Caramels:  In this continued dream, before 9.27 and more ca. groping cleanup, I picked up some caramels from the edge of the floor, and pushed back in, away, some other more junky things.

 V h. 4.59 – 5.19 is NG – 4.49?

 V i. 6.43 – pee 4, 2 up

 V j. 6.56 – poop, pre coffee

  There, at 7.28, draining is done, maybe in record time, in spite of my awful typing – not manic?

 7.37 – some landing done – time to restart?  Make it a practice to note in this record the uptime – T M reports 1 hour 26 minutes, if I am reading that right – it must not include the Sleep time – reasonable? I would make it ¾ of a day since the forced shutdown – before that up for a week?  

 7.45 – back in jig time, with sound coming booming right up.

 7.49 – ugh, Arp, tho seeing the sound okay, cuts out at 1’.  What to do now?  7.51 – sound back somehow, with fiddling – go wash?  Brood.  

 File, test – how, before 8.27, did I lose yesterday’s Rush Fox file?  It was never made, somehow?  Start doing the testing of the smoke    xxxxx detectors.

 Arp still fails, at 8.38 – have I done all of Ivan’s steps?  Certainly not the later ca. unregistering.  Tomorrow, repeat them all as cleanly as possible?  Cut the grass today; finish building the working environment.  Why, if it’s coming down tomorrow?  

 At sixes and sevens at 9.33; we should start grass cutting?  Pipes are cleaned, with the super briar showing up plugged! Sometime       xxxx get back to pipe reaming.

 Finally at 10.49 the mower is carried up, and the first patch is cut, and I am tired already. Come on pipe fairy, do your stuff, in a timely fashion of course.  In the meantime, brood some more on Ivan and that game, and maybe try a bit more questing. How and when will we get back to V3 typing?  It is really low priority, lower maybe than prepping and posting some more T-stuff. Let’s see if I have any new T-followers; they used to send me an e/m re such coming on?

 Nope, no new at 11.02, still 6, two being tingle and my follower account. Cut some more grass? Why not?  Sun?  11.29 – no start – still.

 At 4.19 the top grass is cut, and the gardener is available at 4.30 to help carry the mower down. The smoke in BEAUTIFUL weather was great tho with plugging pipes, some cleared, some not, and the little bent boy brought in to help out.  Mowing tho quickly got hot.  No walk, needless to say.  

 Before 4.21, we got that message that restart is needed to finish updating, so we have got a two-fer, for potential restart for Ivan, etc., tomorrow.  

 At 9.04, in beautiful but now chilly weather continuing, I have been laboring onward in the Quest, but now I ponder weak and weary, like Poe, and pack it in.                                 W

     Dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. R

 2017/6/15 A 7.34 R – I am jolly keen to start that restart, etc., process, but am I being too quick?  Reviewing Ivan’s note, I will restart, clear PSoft folder from admin, clear the registration thing, take new download being careful of old, and install.  

 Back up in jig time at 7.47, but where in that list was un-install the old Arp?  Ideally earlier than this, but okay now, and then check the folder, and unregister?  7.49 – already uninstalled - no folder.  7.54 key not found.  7.59 – installed – Sch items are there – okay?

 Test new Arp at 8.03 – why do we get funny, repeatable ca. sizzling sound on speakers, and B Box is normal?  Arp says that Bass error something already started – we need to restart again? Think, and shave, etc.

 Done at 8.37 – no improvement here.  Shut it down.

 After strange trouble getting the sound to go, before 8.59 and smooth restart, the Arp acid test comes up bad but different – at 59” into the recording, it stops and says Not Responding, rather than closing a 1’ file.  Send Ivan the bad news, and another Recorder.txt file – from My Doc’s.  

 Sent at 9.10; build up working computer rig better, answer Todd’s e/m and soon Tom’s – then what?  Clean pipes, that’s what – and earlier.

 At 10.10 we are back from mailing Marc’s BD card – sometime we will get up the hill for a return walk, finally – and maybe in good weather.  

 Now at 10.44, my back is tired from sitting out on the ca. picknic table bark pulling out the interior weeds.  Soon comes the start of the big edging job of that patch, with greater fatigue.  

 Hooray, at 11.25 that pipe cleaning is done, and I grow more weary – come, o Muse of the Pipe, Come.  

 And, before 3.47, I think she made it, and made me, to full restoration, with a great smoke sitting out below the hill steps, on another quite beautiful day, but with the big bent boy emerging plugged again.  I have belatedly fished out one of those thick pipe cleaners bought a good while ago which I think may do good for the Best Briar.  What to do?  Did I start the Roth reply?  I could well start that long grass border weeding – and get the gardening stool returned to the back yard.

 That weeding went pretty well, before 8.08, till my back got tired.  Then I did good work on a Reply to Tom, and a PS, which I can now stand now to Book Up.  Clean pipes first?  What else is To Do?                                     R

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. F

 2017/6/16 A 7.24 F – still no auto-date thing; it will work in the xygy Quest Book, and not here? 8.44 6/19 – nope.

 Ivan’s Reply of this morning, at 7.25, says disable all features – scheduler, damp, eq – those of the Arp, not of Windows, right?  I have on SPLITTER, SCHEDULE, not VOICE, LPF, EQ, AGC COMP – what did I have on a while back, as noted?  Splitter could certainly belong being off.  

 These settings at 7.29 are back to a clean cut-off at 60 seconds, to my surprise.  Oops, I had 2 copies of Arp up – the first was saying Can’t load localization file! Program will be terminated.  Now at 7.33 it goes down, and comes back up very strangely quickly.  Then it is back to regular slow start, at 7.34.  This quits clean at 1 minute.  

 With all the seven ca. features OFF at 7.36, it runs on!  Ivan would agree to Sch being on, and Agc?  We have any idea what Comp is?  At 7.40, the G Beck Sch item for 9 AM is enabled as a test.  VOICE certainly doesn’t want to be on.  For this test, Sch, EQ, AGC & COMP will be on.  

 Before 7.44, it was Splitter that made it stop after one minute?  I should have guessed; one certainly gets the impression that Ivan did not write this code.  Break at 7.47 for washing and quiet celebration.  We can hang Fox up, with compliments for a job well done – but not till Rush is proved in.

 Before 9.01, we had a ca. 35 second SSH reading for the WBZ beep – same?  

 At 10.27, now tired from more weed pulling, we have lost the task bar in the process of shutting down all iexplore tasks, to clear ca. unresponsive email. We have to restart?  Again the Windows key is dead.  

 Slip of 5/11 for 7/14 W, drain and think about it, at 10.31

V a. 11.11 – Zantac, again.                                     BELLS X

 V b. ~11.30 mail gives omep; 1 taken.

 V c. R 1.31 – pee 1; cool; good sleep

 V d. 3.27 – pee 2

 V e. 4.59 – pee 3.

 V f. 7.03 poop; up early

 V g. F 12.30 pee? X

 V h. 1.04 – pee 1

 V i. 4.21 – pee – 1?  (No, 2) c later, rt. Foot cramps.  Seemingly long awake, after good dream of designing fighting ship for planes on 2 levels.   --   Not an aircraft carrier before 10.42; maybe for VTOL craft.  

 There, at 10.43 the draining and landing is done, and I have stalled xygy about as much as I can. Did that last iexplore cancel kill the task bar?  Try it. Shut down, I guess.  Indeed before 4.14, it did kill the task bar.

 I bobble my way back tiredly at 10.56, with task bar restored, and even the clock.  The Ivan piece is ready for a final proofreading.

 Sent at 11.10; more ca. rebuilding shows a lack of sound from B xxxx Box – this trouble again – why do I keep getting it?  Restart needed again?  Call it no big deal?  Just then, before 4.15, it was so, but not so long term.

 At loose ends at 11.12, dare we weed some more?  And carry rock supplies from wall to bark ca. repository.  And finish and clear a Rush file, listening?  Yes to the above.

 Well, before 11.40, it may have been a bad decision, but at least some work is done. There is still hope for that pipe fairy’s efficacy, and my restoration.  A hill walk will be a challenge, after so long away?  Ivan has answered very quickly, but without comment on Arp Features, as I xygy rather expected.  I should try out that LPF, and see if it seems to do anything, later?

 12.21 – no start, double!   --   That is, before 4.17, Arp and Fox both came up hung on that busy channel thing.  I had to do a cold, forced shutdown, right?  It was because of the task bar lost and the Windows key dead again, right?  Before 4.20, I said, at / 3 21 – restored?  Maybe. \ And it may have been, at least some, before some more uphill weeding in the front plot, awkward work.  / Task bar \ was / Yes \ killed before 4.32, as above.  We labor on, pretty tired.

 The walk was easy enuf to the second summit, and could have gone on around the loop, but for the time, before 4.33.  The threatened rain, finally here, did not bother me sitting in my favorite corner, coming out with the bent Ehrlich plugged again, but not marring the event. Load the new, semi-victorious Rush file? No, not till we are better rested and recovered.

 Did I sleep for 1 ½ hours after supper and before 8.19 and doing the dishes, and only roused by the need to take a leak?  A lot, anyhow; would that this particular brand of weeding is soon done; also that some ca paralysis of Outlook soon melts away.  

 Well, a 9.07, with the test cut having come up okay of SH, can I drag my way thru mpe RL and Death file loading?  At least the pipes are done, and in a timely fashion – it CAN be done.  Dragging done at 9.19 – time for Laff In yet?                                                                                          F

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD;D. S

 2017/6/17 A 7.27 S – Good morning.  I here am still tired after a night of pretty heavy sleep, no audio, and no dreams? No, some ca. seen, but not noted – right?  I am still tired; coffee will banish it?  

 A thought from the sheets, and the pot – what a lot of time and effort, and a lot of tedious Fox cuts, all because I somehow clicked on Arp SPLITTER, and I wasn’t sensible enuf to recognize the one minute failure, and Ivan wasn’t knowledgeable enuf to help.  Break for poop, at 7.30.

 Dragging back at 9.17, with laundry to come.

 And it is in and ca. chopping, whacking, at 9.35, and I am still tired, with coffee.  Weed pulling does not explain this.  Still, the pipe fairy may be able to banish it.

 In spite of ca. 45’ nap before 12.46, I still feel quite tired; go, fairy, go.  

 And, before 3.51, I think she has done her job.  The smoke finished up with about five raindrops which did not continue. The walk went around by Cy’s house where two deck chairs and a sand chair were set up in our smoking area, as tho he was expecting me, but I did not see him.

 The smoke was fine, with the white boy almost plugged, but finishing okay.  Before 3.53, I did about a half a ton of Rush stuff, and finished one of the Death loadings – now we refresh a lot of stuff. We enjoy a slightly cool cup of the first product of the new coffee pot, which looks like it will be very good.  

 Death disk 4 claims it is already ripped, at 4.12, but I can’t find the results.  I certainly have not heard the audio; I have to skip it or Arp-record it via loop-back cable?  I am presently hearing disk 3; wait and see.

 Slip of 5/13-14 for 6/16 F, partial drain at 5.04, filling time

V a. 4.24 – I missed a pee earlier?  Yes.                           BELLS X

 V b. 6.47 – pee only please.  No audio! Note omep. Return   --   That xygy is, after 5.15, try 2 pills at 11 again.

 V c. 7.04 – poop

 V d. S 1.06 - pee 1, prep 11, NSH

 X e. 3.44 – pee 2; D: call Cy?

 V f. 4.48 – pee? X 3; FOUNDLING); try pills at 11?  Dream earlier of returning to Mitre to an office (W) Mike Wortis

 V g. 6.16 – pee – 3 count; no audio.

 V h. 7.17 – up; overslept.  Pee V

 V i. 7.31 – poop, in an awful rush.  

The LPF feature of the Arp is, at 5.28, probably a Low Pass Filter – it would enhance bass, and would not be wanted?  Try it now, approaching ca. 5.40 push time to Captain Jack Miller’s Boston Ale House, for a couple of ribs and half of a great Captain Jack’s Buried Treasure dessert.

 Before 5.34, the cut of radio voice and music showed no detectable change at all – stick to four features, and try not to accidentally click on SPLITTER!

 Before 8.39, did I have about an hour’s nap?  It seemed like the blink of an eye.  The supper was indeed fine.  Re Death disks, I could delete or rename or otherwise hide one disk image, and try to re-rip it, to see what’s going on with disk Four.                         S

      Ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. U

 2017/6/18 A 9.11 U – Happy Father’s Day to me.  The big hit was Len’s card that 4 out of 5 dach’s agree I’m a great dad, with Dachshunds outfitted as doctors –take it to church.  From Marc – candy bar known good, choc almonds, Starbucks coffee – good for our new pot; refill shaving soap stick, great.  Liz: nuts - and ‘net things to come.    Tired again?  No good reason?  Thus, mood?

 How to start, at 3.15, just after our pi-time mini-celebration, to catch up the day? First at the end – the pipe fairy again did her magic, and restored us.  Have I told you that she is first cousin to the tooth fairy?  

 No walk, in the 88 degree weather, and humid; still, corner-sitting was comfortable enuf. The smoking process, involving only the bent Ehrlich and the white boy, was marred by the former being lightly plugged, so that I could not keep the thing going, reloaded it, and could not get that lit.  So I have to dump out the pipe load.  

 Father’s Day presents after breakfast was good – oh, as noted.  Church was okay, but with a guest preacher woman going on and on way too much about sanctuaries – not quite saying cities.  I asked, do you think she voted for Trump?  No way.  

 First courtyard punch had a treat of about five offerings of delicious party breads, and Munchkins – replacing my anticipated rib leftover.  Nap was long, ca. 45’, but not enuf – going toward my fairy cure. Gail P was back doing healing at church, but I thought it late to be going for HER cure.  3.24

 Slip of 5/13-14 for 6/16 F, final draining at 3.27, cleaning up

V j. U 1.07 – pee 1, & 2 pills.  Dream, OK, of writing astro paper at Harvard.

 V k. 4.21 – pee 2, VG!  Set 2 clocks                                                      Xygy

 V l. 6.09 – pee 3, good, dream, good, of mist becoming rain, & upper deck.

 At 3.56, with sol ca. hung - what we going to do?  We will excuse ourselves from that awful weed pulling in view of the heat, and the festive, indulgent day; pipe cleaning does not beckon, but maybe calls – and Questing?  Witches’ lunch is far away, alas.                                  U

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. M

 2017/6/19 A 7.28 M – inadvertent Restart last eve instead of Sleep, for the night, has lost some stuff above?  Somewhere in there I got pipe cleaning done - and moderately thorough Portioning. There was a lot of sol.  

 This morning I seem to have a tangle, a swirl of ideas in my head, of things to do, like trying for the 8 AM WBZ time beep on the B Box, Liz’s clock not seeming to want to go for me.  Then I hit this ca. blank screen, from the restart, and it sets me back.  

 Ye gods, at 7.35 we have got Windows Audio Device Graph Isolation, Local, eating a fairly steady 25% of the cpu.  Now, at 7.37, it seems to be tailing off.  At 7.39, down to a reasonable 1%, maybe normal.  Strange.

 Another idea before 7.40 was to maybe record S & Garfunkle’s Feeling Groovy song which was so great last night on TV, From the Park. Hear Olivia N-J’s slow-down song in comparison.

 Sound, etc., at 7.51 and before seems to be settling into an unfortunate rut/habit of wanting Listen to be turned off and on before I can hear WBZ, etc.

 58 33 wbz wow   more   --   Finally we return, at 11.23 of 6/28.  I was surprised at this beep-data, and desired more.  

 Outlook on F Fox seems to work well at 8.46, not eating the cpu too much, but shows no Focused facility of ca. sorting the recent mail – strange.  Now, how about TV Titan?

 58 32.5 WBX at 9 – it is consistent.  Go figure. I misread that earlier data by a minute? It could happen.  

                                                                                                   Xzygy

After 9.04, figure out B Cen for tomorrow with Pelligrini & Co. at 11 – haircut, choc at CVS, maybe, and something else qq before BPL maybe at the end, to give best chance for Rabbit to come in.  $$ too, right?  No junk silver.  Do Stimudents today.  Do Xerox at library; take change.  Try the scanner myself?  V

 At 9.34, with a wash load in too, and new coffee made, I am finally up to the point of looking around to pick something to do next, rather than having it virtually forced upon me, by time or some sort of circumstance.  

 Slip of 5/15 for 6/18 U, getting on, with Bill the Custom guy here

V a. 7.13 – up, pee? V 4, overslept. NO audio!  Well rested? BELLS X Happy Father’s Day, say 2.   --   Draining at 10.22, limping on

 V b. 7.27 – poop

 V c. 7.48 – canola) rape oil)                                                                   Xygy

 9.02 – great prez – Marc choc bar, almond-choc, coffee; Docs-Dach’s; Liz - nuts; …   --   Add also shaving bar/stick, from Mya, before 10.24

 V e. 4.32 – after poop #2, way too rushed, awful mess.

 V f. 11.50? Pee 1, c later, prep & pills at 10.

 V g. 2.16 – pee 2, poor.  OK dream of sealing Word files.

 V h. 4.57 – pee 3, better   OK dream of extending a ~quota.  Try F Fox. Strip Arp.   --   Okay, for the first RL file at least, we will strip ARP down to SCHEDULE only.  I already said F Fox is doing fine?  What was its earlier problem, eating the cpu, right?

 A while back, before 11.38, we turned off the touch pad, but now find, hooray, the right and left click ca. buttons below it are still on.  This xygy will be handy.  Use it again.  6/30 9.52 – back to ca. normal.  It’s easy.

 Well, before 12.53, I finally got my rib for lunch, and, having logged 1 ½ pound loss this morning, I awarded myself a cookie.  These and a 15’ rest I thought had me well on the way to restoration, but I was a little doubtful on arising.  Now after dragging up the first summit in the fairly oppressive 85%% heat, I am more doubtful still.  Still, Go Fairy, Go.

 Did she do it, before 4.36?  I think she did; I still feel pretty good, in spite of pulling another bunch of those awkward front yard weeds; we are still cooling down, tho it didn’t feel too hot out.

 At walk time it DID feel hot, and at 4.37 it’s still humid, and I went only to the first summit.  Corner smoke was again good, with good audio marred a bit by failing WM batteries; we returned with no plugged pipes – three.  Ehrlich is still down.  Again, sitting still with ample breezes, was no heat problem at all.  The pipes are cleaned already.  Now, what to do?  Try that Death re-rip thing.

 At 5.04, renaming allowed the re-rip to go forward; but where is the output?  Maybe doubled up in the Unknown music folder; return the disks, then sort it out at my leisure.

 It’s now 8.18, and the dishes are done, and sol has finally beaten me, and I start to feel some tired, after holding up pretty well, almost fully restored.  We’ll do another round of Stimudents, and then Questing?    M

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. T

 2017/6/20 P 4.34 T – late start, probably not a record.  I finally have the ducks in a row, with weeds pulled, not tiring me too much now, just at the time, and the dish washer unloaded.  The pack, from B Cen just cast aside, is a big exception, but it will keep fine, not being at all time sensitive.  Don’t reply again to Todd re tomorrow’s Chelmsford Seniors lunch - or yet to Marc re his piece, and his birthday?

 The bike ride went just fine, with me finally arriving for dentist a half hour early, before 4.38.  My ordered cyber-goody arrived this morning at BPL, just right.  The eastern-European girl barber was all alone, resulting in some waiting, with lots of slack.  Riding wasn’t too hot, and 88%% and moderate humidity did have me changing from short sleeves to the tank top.  The smoke was just fine, tho with having to dump out the reluctant White Boy – then he did okay.  That’s about it?  Pilligrini before 4.44 regretted that he was rushed, and did not have time to ask me questions – about my life, I guess; I am his model for an 80-year old?

 Earlier, before 8.27, I declared myself fully restored, if I was ever diminished, by the bike ride or the weeding – now I feel quite diminished, seemingly by a one-hour nap, that I am not snapping out of.  Ugh.  All I can muster is sol, but must do out the pack, at least.  Pipe cleaning wouldn’t be bad.                                                                                         T

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. W

 20217/6/21 A 8.25 W – could it be this morning that we have just a whiff of elevated mood? It may be just the mild excitement of having had a three-media night, including no audio, just charging, and ca. mild fun of ca. unraveling the note records.  Or it could the milder-still ca. fuss of us going to lunch with Todd, etc.

 Slip of 5/16 for 6/19 M, partial drain at 8.29

V a. 6.52 – pee 4, OK? 2 up                                    BELLS X

 V b. 7.11 – poop – OK?   --   I think at 9.56, I was funnin’ with that OK.

 V c. P 11.09 – prep, pills

 V d. T 2.07 – pee 1; good dream of Nixon in my ofc at R-HQ, re $ giving; dream of M & M color purity, in pockets

 V e. 4.24 – pee 2; c later?  Itch on left thigh is a bug bite?

 V f. 7.24 – poop; 7 – up

  BPL Due Date slip of Tues, stuff for Wed., drain at 8.59, used in lieu of Slip, it being in bed room

V #1. 2.42 – pee 1; prep, pills, swish mouth wash at 11, VG.

 V #2. Tenuous ideas   --   For several days, before 9.58, that, as I may have already said a ways above, that I seem to be less able to follow Rush’s sometimes tenuous trains of logic that he lately seems to spin out about the ca. weedy subjects around Trump and that FBI guy – admittedly obscure, but say five years ago I have the feeling that I could follow such better. When I have trouble following Kuhner, then I know I’m in trouble – it happens?  

 Slip of 5/16 for 6/19 M, final drain at 9.04, for W

V g. 4.29 – pee 2, c later; good dream of girl’s warm hands on the (T); earlier such of me predicting 20% ~profit on the (T) )). V   Leg is just awful – bug bite

 PJ Pocket 3x5 of 5/21, drain at 9.09, from last night

V #9? 4.59 – TRY SPLITTER & VO. ACT ON ARP.   --   To my surprise before 10.39, the Voice Activation does not kick in for a second cut after the Splitter feature ends the first cut one minute after the B Box was wired in.  Vo Ac does tho go in and out as the radio signal is cut and restored.  I still don’t see how you would use Splitter to do something like make short segments for an Audio Book, or such.  

 What to say about lunch with Todd, no Margie, and two Lingus’s?  Basically, it was very good – but time consuming.  The drive is rather long and a bit tedious, but worth doing again, I guess – in two, maybe three weeks?  4.55

 A short smoke back here of two pipes was still good, and then grass pulling - finishing a couple of ca. legs, I think at 4.56 has not hurt me.  Restored?  I venture to say yes.  Bad news – Brother Reese is out on vac on lunch day, the 29th.  Ask Kurt if his scruples will allow a twosome?  

 Ugh at 8.07 with dishes tediously done, tho there weren’t so very many of them, and enuf attention given to sol, I ought to drag myself to knock together a piece to Marc – tho I don’t much feel like doing it.

 Kurt has replied the lunch date has to yield to Ron’s vac schedule – I don’t have to reply yet, at 8.09.  Dishes saw the exhaustion of loaded Death files – the rounding up of more is one of the seemingly many tasks bearing on my shoulders.  

 With a Marc draft dragged out of me at 8.45, maybe good enuf, why do I feel so very tired? A slump/rebound from that possible mood bounce of the morning?  I doubt it. I can drag myself thru the pipe cleaning I never did yesterday?                                                                              W

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD/ D/D. R

 2017/6/22 A 7.30 R – oh dear me, I –DO- feel tired this morning, and felt tired during the night, with bad dreams, and particularly tired last evening – I could not get thru that called-for pipe cleaning.  I had about a 15’ chair-nap, and gave up.  

 Such fatigue I do not much expect to pass away today, at least not this morning, not before, possibly, the purifying pipe process.  A walk might help.  7.33   There are many loose-end things I hope I can clean up today; being tired like this is good for such?  I think I –WILL- ask Kurt about a twosome.  July 29th is too late for a lunch, too near NJ vac – that is his date?  No, the 20th.  Finish Marc first.  Done at 7.43 – go wash.

 Back at 8.28, still bushed, but pushing back the frontiers of disorganization.  Do Kurt next?  No, hymns, etc., from Todd.  Done at 9.34, and pull cord for opening hopper window, and nut ration, and new pot of coffee, and pipes – did I say?  So much, but how to I fire F Fox up for TV Titan?  All done and Bookmarked at 9.42; so much, simple stuff, is getting done you might think I was feeling good – but you would still be wrong.  We have also done a run of cutting out real junk mail, like LinkedIn’s piece; much remains to be done to clean up threaded good stuff.

 Wow at 9.49, I have finally succeeded in knocking down the ppi hot synch manager, and thus gotten rid of its frequent message about not finding the Com1 port.  See screen shot in Aside2, if needed.

 Slip of 6/5 for 6/21 W, draining at 9.58, still progressing

V a. 6.47 – pee – 3   2 up. Bad dream of muddy ascent of boulder ~bridge, almost falling down.

b. 7.12 – poop? V 2 from br. Table – Todd, copy – JXM* to Lunch Circle?  How to copy discs like Liz’s scanner stuff?  * - he’s too busy?  How’s Cy doing?   --   And, continuing at 10.29, how’s Holgate doing?  

 V c. 10.23 – poop #2

 V d. P 11.53 – pee 1 – why so poor?  Prep, pills, swish at 11.  ~good dream, OK, of team of 3 looking for trouble (W) kids ~balking writing journals.

  Oh dear, before 10.25 and bed-making, etc., I forgot to tell Todd of my humor-generating algorithm, of shuffling particles.  But I am getting other stuff done, and am quite on a roll – it feels great; almost as good as not feeling tired, and feeling energetic.  See what we can do with Death files.  

 At 11.26, I think that those - and a Quest mess - are temporarily above my pay grade.  Go to the mailbox, or just play a little sol till full lunch time?

 I should have, before 3.35, at least started ripping the Rabbit disks.  A walk to the mailbox sufficed, I hope, for walking; restored after the smoke?  Yes.  I was a bit too warm in this shirt – I should have had the tank top down here.  I ended with a partial refill of that little bent boy; otherwise quite good. Pull weeds soon – finishing I hope, and starting the recovery from these itchy bug bites.  

 At 4.50, we are cooling down, after wondering at / 4 36 \ if we were / too tired? \ After a particularly awkward and bending weeding session; but we are / Done \ with that top front stuff; now we need to do a bit of work on the weeds of the / Sidewalk? \

 Now at 5.05, the Quest ca. lost text problem is hopefully fixed.

 It’s 7.43, and the dishes are not done; 25 + 5 Timer nap was followed by some recliner time, and, still with coffee, I do not feel tip-top.  Do the dishes - and maybe we can shape up the Death files, or at least clean the pipes – and start Rabbit rips.

 At 8.27, beaten by sol, we have our marching orders, to find Death disk 4.  Well, before 8.39, I found something to load, but then couldn’t find it in the mpe.  Similarly, I loaded the short GB cuts into the Audible folder, but to mpe, it still appears empty.  Think about it, and return.  V

 Well, at 8.48, if we can’t load Death disk 4, try for 5 – and on up, if necessary.  At 8.50, we have maybe gotten all of disk 5 loaded, maybe goofy, maybe some duplication.  Try some Rabbit.  Try again when 18 Megs are freed up, after 9.01 – clean pipes and shut/ease down? 9.32 – more sol and Rabbit ripping done.                                   R

     Dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. F

 2017/6/23 A 8.46 F – ye gods, I got to get back to B Cen for BD choc and card.  Rabbit CD’s can maybe be returned at the same time.

 In a lightening-like raid before 8.57, I tried to install Liz’s scanner software to see if it would come up at least as well as that Epson stuff on the BDC machine – but in vain.  It seemed eventually to be looping, saying installing the reference guide, seemingly the 4th item to do of four.  I eventually killed it, and found none of those four seemingly installed; it did not look quite like a problem of a missing driver, as Liz predicted.  

 I can’t yet quite get the BDC Epson stuff going before 9.00, but there is hope for that, finding and seeing old slides, and maybe for it driving the scanner, anew.  

 Alas, at 11.13, I have given up toying with Photo Impressions 4 on the BDC, and put it back to hibernating.  I could bring up and view and manipulate their sample ca. slides, but not my old ones that I think some of were in there – I could tho find such in Palm Land. And I could not get it interested in starting to drive the scanner.  I am done and defeated?

 Are we well rested today at 9.03, and bright?  It would seem so – can/do we keep it up?  Oh dear, at 9.43, I fear I may have labored too long on the sidewalk weeding, but at least I got nearly all of it done – quite enuf, till next time?  And, back at the ranch, the ripping has finished.  The rain threat continues – else I might think of the bike.  

 If, at 10.02 we have done too much back-intensive weeding work, we may be somewhat substandard this morning, below code, but such a condition will surely not get past that marvelous pipe fairy – I love her so much I should give her a name?  It would not be Rou, such already being given to the goddess of mind potions, as was told of in JVol3.  

 Slip of 5/17 for 6/22 R, drain at 10.05, somewhat wearily.

V a. 6.22 – pee 3? 1 missed; bad dream of broad-sliding bike      BELL X down steep grassy slope, steering (W) caliper brakes

 V b. 6.49 – pee; up – couldn’t wait    Tired.

 V c. 7.18 poop? V    coffee – still tired

 V d. 10.06 – poop

 V e. F 1.11 – pee 1; try pills at 10?

 V f. 3.06 – pee 2, NSH.  OK dream of film speeds & GUPSLOG mailed in by Frodo Connelly.

 There, drained and landed at 10.14 – do I feel a flicker of satisfaction, pride? Conceivably.  

 Well, we have some excitement today, starting before 3.44, shortly before lunch, after starting that big picnic bark edging project.  For some reason I opened Show Hidden Icons, and saw a strange icon, which is shown in tje Aside 2 file – see it if you can.

 It reported that I had some sort of a Trojan-Horse-Spy thing aboard, and do I want it removed? Some high level consultation said yes, which took it a bit of time to do, and it said Restart to tidy it up. Well, with lunch and Rush coming on, I said Wait.  Meanwhile, the SRC charging plug had fallen out again, and, maybe it was after a walk to the second summit featuring the Greenstein’s driving by and stopping to report that Ira is now a senior VP of a travel company, etc., etc.  I got back to find the SRC Out of Gas and shut down, right in the middle of the Rush cut, which picked right up with power restored.

 A somewhat short smoke before 3.52 was interrupted by a thunder shower, moving me in about ten feet under cover, and then okay. I did the restart soon after washing, and we are back up without incident.

 How long was that ca. hidden icon in there – way before 3.54?  I xxxx should look in there often?                                                                            F

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD; D/D/D/D. S

 2017/6/24 A 9.42 S – oh dear, oh dear, why am I so tired?  It would not be from the unaccustomed sound of an air conditioner making our bedroom cool enuf to stay under a sheet; I have made this noise-transition plenty.  One thinks of mood, and its variation.  Anyhow, I haven’t taken a shower, putting a still bigger implied load on tomorrow morning.

 At 9.45, let us try a bit to account for the journalistic blackout above, after 3.54.  I was feeling pretty good then I think, pretty spry, but was worn down later by the labor of helping to move that ca. new AC box upstairs, followed by lengthy stretches of some helping and some just baby-sitting its installation.  Yes, I think it is this total process what done me in.  

 The evening actually saw, before 9.49, the dishes getting done, actually with some audio. Not noted: no audio at all last night, just charging, again.  After dishes I just went downhill, with sol and later heavy recliner use, with only the merest tip of the hat to pipe cleaning, let alone the contemplated Questing – that is, I thought about such a little, as I contemplated what I would like to be doing if I could, and that’s as far as I got.  Let us now at 9.52 drag ourselves off to the done dish washer, but still loaded.

 P. S. at 9.53 – I need to ride my bike to B Cen for card and choc, and maybe BPL back, and it’s raining, on top of this exhaustion.  

 Perhaps after 11.34, and in the afternoon, the rain will be gone – but, even after the help of the pipe fairy, will I have the strength for the ride?  And can I be back and spiffed up by 5.10 for push time to Jimmy’s Steer House?  God be praised that the dishes are done, early.  

 Slip of 5/18 for 6/23 F, drain at 11.36, struggling forward

V a. 5.16 – pee – 3, OK   Good dream filming old India   BELLS X

 V b. 6.51 – pee 4, 2 up

 V c. 7.09 – poop? V

 V d. 7.42 – BDC has Twain, etc.?

 X e. 10.32 – poop 2? X

 V f. S 1.43 – pee 1; prep, pills, swish at 11 – good.  Dream, ~bad, of far north corn farm & my best friendxx.  Not so terrible tired now.

 V g. 3.58 – pee 2 – NSH.  Lost ~bad dream.  Small AC is helping sleep.

  Possibly a little less tired after lunch and regular 15’ repose, at 12.23 – go out to smoke.

 Before 8.25, now still full of good dinner, we thought, at / 2 37 \ in early from a good smoke and no walk, we were / Restored?  Maybe \ with much progress made on / Junger \ and Death stuff, all ready to roll files over.

 Before 4.21, the ride was tiring, and hot, but I think I can shake them both – maybe.

 Yes, I did pretty well before the big supper, but now, at 8.27, I am pretty tired, and ready for the 9 PM TV show about trouble in the SLC library. S  

       Dddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. U

 2017/6/25 A 7.11 U – mood is up, for sure; may I feel as good as I do now for the rest of the day – nay, for the rest of my life.  

 Before 7.14, \ but, at 7.36, I can’t remember what I was / Focused \ upon, or something.  2

 Before 7.31, and breaking for a poop, I finally got, ca. a week ago, a better handle on that preciousness of all life thing, human, and this conceivably extendable to lower life – it is the uniqueness of each individual – they really are individual, if you look at them closely, as Murray was ca. wont to do, and get past the seeming blankness and uniformity of two billion Chinese or whatever it is.  

 Slip of 5/19 for 6/24 S, drain at 9.01 – still feeling good?  Less so?

V aa. 6.13 – pee 3, 2 up, c later                                        BELLS X

 V b. 7.25 up – pee? V   still tired? More dreams lost.

 V c. 7.45 – poop – hard

 V d. P 11.43 – pee 1, pills

 V e. U 3.31 – pee 2, bad dream of Ed Bensley helping me (W) little girl’s book text of gift given to Her.  Mood rebounded?

 f. 3.39 – return to attic work?  Swish finally done.                              xxxx

 V g. 6.14 – pee 3, good; c later.  Good dream of conf. table trying to clear analog tapes, & smart, shy girl next to me. Audio earlier

 Before 5.17, at / 3 36 \ I observed that I was / Stuck in this shell \ and added at / 3 47 \ that the shell, my body, was full of / Complex processes \ such as urination, which was the activity of 3.36.  I understand better and better the lure, the fascination with, the idea of downloading one’s brain contents into an appropriate computer, and assuming an uncluttered, eternal life of pure intellectualization.  

 At / 4 20 \ we added / 6 20 push \ time to birthday special dinner in Stallina’s courtyard.  Still no word from Nelly about her birthday, or Ti’s and her present, or Liz’s, or Father’s Day – all before 5.23

 At 4.51, we have done a bit of edge-cutting, and come in with a few raindrops on us.  Were we restored by the pipe and attendant fairy? No, her work was already done – we were already in top form, even after a hot-ish walk around the full loop – we finally made it.  

 With a late start after BD presents or something, smoke-time was still a bit short, but, with that and the edging-time, we finished the audio book of Death in Belmont, by Sabastian Unger – ending inconclusively as to whether DeSalvo or Smith killed in Belmont.  Oh, oh – we’ve still got to get that murder house’s address.  4.56

 In starting that search before 5.04, we found a strange, not-too-loud squirrely sort of noise on the speakers – like ca. static form the lamp, but it’s not that; now at 5.11, it is gone – a pretty mystery.

 At 5.24, shall we, after changing clothes, clean pipes, or maybe return to Questing? Pipes can definitely wait, for the potential sluggish time after another good dinner, surely with a beer.

 We are back at 9.26 after a nice nap just ending when Marc called with longish wishes for the birthday girl.  The bluefish and crustada were delicious – I gain more weight?  The living has been easy, and good.  

 9.44 – pack it in after considerable Quest-success.       U

     Ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. M

 2017/06/26 A 9.35 M – wonders never cease – the auto-date dude is back.  He sobered up?  I have dragged myself thru a shower and getting out the lawm mower on this cool, dry, beautiful morning – but still it doesn’t perk me up.  I am back to being tired, alas.  But being maybe tired-er from mowing will not necessarily be a loss.  Now I need to drag myself thru pipe cleaning and portioning – but I can hear the end of the M Styne file to help me along.  

 At 10.50 the Styne thing is done, the dryer is going, and did drag all the way thru that double pipe process.  Oh how I look forward to the pipe time, communing with that fairy, without a tedious walk, maybe in the cool, scant shade near St. Francis.

 10.57, and we sink into a bit of sol, and brood on those mistakes I continue to make – increasingly?  They are mostly from errors in scanning across, and up, for possible moves before taking the next card from the stock.  Call them sol-gaffes?  

 Before 4.55, at / 3 30 \ we felt quite / RESTORRED \ a lot of it having to do with an excellent out by the hill stairs, watching a bunny for half an hour, sit on the grass cautiously eyeing me, and finally turning to eating clover blossoms, in the un-mowed grass.  I finally said, ‘Get ready to move, bunny, I am thru smoking my pipe and receiving the blessings of the pipe fairy, and I am getting up.’  I did, and still the critter didn’t move, to my surprise.  I walked toward it, and it moved a couple feet. More advances finally got it to move in a respectful way.  Thus, before 5.00, we resolved to / MOW \ and so it was.

 Double frustration at 4.54 – I can’t get the mower to start, and I can’t get a sol win, to ca. cover the time.  

 At / 8 48 \ we had had a nap of / 1 ½ hr’s \ which seems to have pretty well restored us from the hot, extended exertion of finally getting the lawn mower started at 5.10, and continuing straight thru the rest of the job – not a pretty picture. I did slump into that nap.  

 Over dishes I got pretty well dug into Rabbit, Run – and it does, at 9.16, seem pretty good. What did Tom say about writing like that?

  \ which seems to have pretty well restored us from the hot, extended exertion of finally getting the lawn mower started at 5.10, and continuing straight thru the rest of the job – not a pretty picture. I did slump into that nap.  

 Over dishes I got pretty well dug into Rabbit, Run – and it does, at 9.16, seem pretty good. What did Tom say about writing like that?  At 9.20, it is about Updike writing in vignettes in a sort that I don’t quite dig.      M

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDL. T

 2017/06/27 A 7.52 T – the auto-date guy is still sober, and on the job.  After that 9.20 we got a bit more Questing work done.  Today, cranking up the CTC $6.95 subscription, I see only five years of archives xxxx offered - not enuf to get back to Art Bell?  I’ll try it, then B Sobrannie.

 In from edging and then some rain at 10.34, we sort-a shuffle along.

 Slip of 6/2 for 6/25 U, drain at 10.35, progressing – somewhat.

X a. 7.01 – pee? 4; c later.  I woke up right on.  Confused       BELLS X

Dream, good, of trying to clear analog tapes.

 V b. 7.16 – poop – just right.   --   Meaning, I think at 10.47, that the process does not at all crowd over up into bed time.  

 V c. M 4.17 – pee 1 – prep, pills, swish at 11 – WOW!  W = 5 ¼ hr’s!

 V d. 6.12 – pee 2 – c later   Tired?

 V e. 7.16 – up, poop? X  Tired. Pee 3.

 V f. 7.37 – poop

 X g. 8.13 – much rested post shower?

 V h. 9.25 – rather intensive M Styne audio earlier; it done me in?  (Tired again now)  I don’t think so.

 Ca. 50’ nap has maybe got me fixed up OK at 7.40 after being tired-out by edging work then getting down Liz’s hill-cuttings. Walk to Radcliffe Road summit then corner smoke were good.  We can get going on EOM work?

 Wow an x-survey shows us at 8.44 that this file is in great shape, with few short range, fixable things to do, and more long range, reminder type things.  After 1/3 inches of rain, heavy at times, semi-far-away thunder rumbles on and on.                                                                                     T

      DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDL. W

 2017/6/28 A 7.23 W – drunk again.  We could not remember a night of such thunder and crashing lightening, not both of us together.

 The current slip speculates that we rise today, after much audio, mostly running out Rush, and one M Styne, maybe at a level of M3, no it was 2 – this level of energy and cheer.  No, Kurt, I still can’t separate mood from energy.  

 PJ Pocket 3x5 of 5/19, drain at 7.27 from last night

V #1. 5.33 – 2 – SONG, CAPTURE     BREAD,   --   That is, at 7.31, we have seen today. and hummed, the Trin Presentation Hymn – This is the place; it used to be longer, and we are now using just the end?

 #2. LGBTQ+ --   That is, before 8.24, I wanted to capture the somewhat remarkable Staff Tumblr post involving the LGBTQ+ community; more and more people are picking up the new Q letter, seemingly for Queer, a somewhat vague category, in contrast to T, which I guess is about the most specific.  The newly-added + is, I guess, a provision for a ton of additional letters that may dribble in thru the open door.  Here’s the text:

 Hi Tumblr —

We’ve heard from a bunch of you that Safe Mode was filtering posts from the LGBTQ+ community even though they were completely innocuous and totally safe-for-work. Please know that was never our intention - and we appreciate you letting us know so quickly—and forcefully! We’re deeply sorry. Tumblr will always be a place where everyone is welcome and protected, so we want to explain what happened.

The major issue was some Tumblrs had marked themselves as Adult/NSFW (now Explicit) as a courtesy to their fellow users, and their perfectly safe posts were getting marked sensitive unintentionally. That should never have happened. We’re sorry.

It’s a sad world out there at 8.31;   we’ve got to take it back – and I think we can, with Trump’s help – and God’s.  

 Before 11.21 we have done some edge cutting, and a bit of that stair weeding, till the sun got too much; the edging involved very wet soil, but not bad.  At least the pipes are cleaned, for a change.  The day is cool and beautiful.  

 Trying to pick up the tale at 10.03 R, I recall a walk, maybe to the second summit, and then a goodish corner smoke interrupted by the grocery shoppers arriving home, and carrying their stuff in.  The much bigger interruption was for repeatedly calling the Arlington lawn mower shop, and hitting their tape, beginning with 2.30 announced shop opening time.  

 Forgotten before 11.34 R was the rather big deal of, on the walk, finally resuming the habit of the promenading pipe – smoking the briar quite successfully as I went, refilling it, and it bearing up quite well under the strain.  

 The morning saw much ca. bustle of lawnmower ca. prep and decision, and the later afternoon with the trip taking the sick puppy in.  I was surprised that the gas was so bad, apparently leading to water in the carburetor and here and there, before 10.41 R.  We waited for the work, with some difficulty.  The later afternoon saw what?  

 At / 5 02 \ and before 10.43 R, played, for ca. solace, a sol game with / SAME SOL DECK FOR SURE \ as I am still convinced, but still cannot believe.  

 Doing dishes before / 8 08 \ saw much thinking of the boogie-woogie music of / WILL BRADLEY \ maybe held on a tape, or on an            xxx / LP \ - seek it?  How would I find such a tape?  The hymn / WE GATHER TOGETHER \ also thought of, and found.

 Before 10.48 R, at / 8 51 \ we found the mpe, lost since pipe time and NF in the pipe basket, on the / FLOOR AGAIN \ partly under the desk, just like that earlier, extended panic time.  The evening saw fatigue.     W

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. R

 2017/6/29 A 7.39 R – what a strange night.  It’s the dreams – I said, I’ve been trying to figure out where they came from – maybe from 111 Mass Ave.  Call it Fast Eddie’s Place?  It is a strange place indeed, with all those antiques and strange things crammed in. And strange people in a way – so very ca. nice.  Go back annually, for a tune-up, and more?  

 Some before 8.09, while washing, it seemed to me that this strangeness/weirdness maybe comes from the end/outrun of a mood cycle – elated yesterday morning, tired/isolated/shut off - last night, to the point of depression.

 Slip of 5/22 for 6/29 R – at 8.12, get to draining.

V a. 1.52 – pee 2, c later; pills                      BELLS X

 V b. 4.26 – good! Pee 3.  Dreams, OK, many, vague, lost.

 V c. 5.58 – pee 4 – strange, ~weird dreams of bad ~reading lists & no one knows who we are or where going.  C later. Strange food.  Earlier – locating a tree house.  Very tall power pylons.)   --   That is, before 8.17, that should have been who THEY are.  The food was sort of like pound cake – to make ca. us grow fast?  I still can’t make anything of that reading list thing – it was instructions for what we were to do, not so much what to read?

 V d. 7.03 – up – pee? V no?  Liz up earlier, not sleeping well.  Earlier dream of 2 men walking, & deliberating – tree house location?  My fate?  Audio not even close.  

 V e. 7.07? Dreams not very vivid)   --   From front of 5/22 slip   XYGY

 V f. R 7.14 – poop, hard – finally something normal?   --   This note is overflow, onto the front of the June 1 slip – see both if you can.  

  Slip of 6/1 for 6/27 T, drain out of order, at 8.26

V a. 12.47 – pee? V – 1 – Prep, pills, swish @ 11.  EOM – from   BELLS X WHERE?   --   That is, before 11.07, the reality of EOM upon us seemed to come out of nowhere.

 V b. 2.54 – pee 2

 V c. 5.14 – pee 3; Good sunrise

 V d. 7.01 – up, pee 4

 V e. 7.29 – poop

 V f. W 1.29 – pee 1; ~OK

 V g. 3.34 – pee 2

 V h. 5.14 – pee 3, NSH

 V i. 7.47 – 2 up; pee?  Lotsa audio done   --   That 7.47 should have been written as 6.47, right?  - 11.11

 V j. 7.08 – poop; hard

 V k. 9.22 – poop #2, a manic thing to do.  Some rushed, not hard.

 V l. R 12.07 – pee 1; prep – only   --   With pills & swish pushed back

 We drag ourselves back to what we hope at 9.58 is productive work, possibly being too tired from hill and edging work to recover readily – before lunch – that pipe fairy can surely dispel any malaise like THIS.

 Indeed, at 11.12, with Landing done, we are pretty draggy.  What needs to be done?  Not pipes – check x-s.  11.14 – do Fast Eddie’s check.  At 11.37 we have not been able to find an envelope or stamp, but HAVE helped with more A/C games, that are somewhat like reindeer games.  

 Before 4.51, we walked again smoking the good briar to the mailbox, then to the Leader Bank for back-fill cash, and then had another good corner smoke, soon running thru some more Rabbit stuff, but puzzling me, as to why he seems to be deserting his family, driving south.  

 Some more edging stuff has left me some tired at 4.53; was I restored after Pipe Time? Maybe.  We recover okay this evening, even taking a short-ish Timer nap?

 A 25’ such nap has left me a little groggy, but I am hoping to pull out of it – maybe with sol’s help. At 7.39, try dishes, with Rabbit.  At 8.19 we have to report very limited success.  We can get pipes cleaned before we crump?

 Done before 9.08, but crumping is close.  No x-ie’s found to do; too tired to call Cy, or ream pipes.  We cash it in at 9.19, and look for TV.   R

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 2017/6/30 A 8.30 F – poor Journal, still getting hind tit, coming back only after I clean up everything else, win two games of sol, and finally look around – oh, what can I do – Journal!  

 Is the night worth commenting on, at 8.31?  no, not really; the Slips will cover it well enuf, when filled, and drained.  The weather threatens showers ca. 11; I can start carrying rocks up the hill, clearing up at least some, and pulling some more of those stair weeds.  

 Maybe such will be with Rabbit; I do keep thinking of it, for the fairly gripping story, and not at all for the Harvard summa’s occasional flights into soaring adjectives, and language seemingly celebrated as very ca. eloquent by sager heads than mine. It IS pornographic in places, or at least very explicit.  8.35

 We return at 9.48 more tired than we anticipated before we stood up; we were in a little bit of rain-shower trouble, or might have gone on longer.  We could return, but, after a bunch of time and labor spent in ca. household support, we certainly should do a stint here, not just with sol, but trying to advance something; maybe the x-s can be advanced a bit. Geez, tomorrow is the first, and tonight is closing time; we are pretty well ready?  

 At 10.03, with some improvement, we are about as ready as we can get in present time.  

 The foray made earlier, and before 10.38, into Tumblr ca. account xxxx security, or management, ended today with a change made that should send me an e/m when someone (or I?) log onto that account – the MOM one, I think, not the Follower. Also at logoff time?

 With the decks cleaned of more and more found things, like putting away the hymnal, is it appropriate to ask about Booking up the recent run of lunch memos?  The account would seem to be dead for at least a month, after 11.02.  I was tempted earlier in my searching to go back out to cut edges, but now I think wisely drew back, with my upper body now feeling more tired.  I could have quite wiped myself out.  11.04

 Before 8.23, at / 3 30 \ the / SHOPPING BEAUTY \ was back, and my interrupted smoke time was over, and I felt only / PARTIALLY RESTORED \ a big impediment it being / TOO HOT \ and / HUMID \ and at / 3.34 \ thought to / Ca. rush out to the weeds, with Rabbit ca. hanging on the edge? \   He was out to dinner in a dicey situation.  At / 3 37 \ the story is told in / Not first person \ if that is the form Tom said it had.  At / 4 37 \ the / Lower stairs done \ were, it then seeming / Not too hot \ altho earlier we had / Ca. 87 max, ca. 40% - humid \ yes, humid indeed.  / Timer nap will be sufficient? \ Yes, before 8.28 35 + 5 seemed to be sufficient - and I guess is.  Smoke time, tho interrupted, was okay – no, say good.  At 8.30, we are about ready to close up.    F

 2017/7/1 A 7.40 S – back, to the Journal version.