Another day that I got up way too early. About 04:00. it was, before the damned sun even got up. I spent much of my time, again, trying to get the old email back. Thought that I had it once, but no... I got back email that I lost more than a year ago. Or maybe it was a backup... anyway, it was worthless.

Hot day again, so I mostly stayed inside, except for when I was cutting sheet rock.

Cutting sheet rock? Yes, I was actually working on the kitchen. I got two of the insets cut out and kinda placed. Well, it's really hard to explain, so I won't even try... OK I will. What I'm doing is making arched shadow-boxes set into the wall. Gonna look really nice, I think, if I can ever get them done. But at least I got started on them, so it's now officially past the concept stage.

Karen went out to the store and the drugstore and brought home some ice cream so we could make malts... while she was gone I thought I'd take a nap. She was gone for two hours, and I never managed to get to sleep. Too damned tired to do anything, but not tired enough to sleep. Helluva note, huh.

So she got home with the ice cream and I combined the ingredients in the thing... the... the... BLENDER! That's what it was... past tense. It smoked big time. Tyler told me a coupla days ago he was having trouble with it... hell, it's only about 25 years old, why would it suddenly go out? Actually, I think that I got it at a garage sale...

Anyway, I transferred the ingredients to a mixing bowl and that worked just fine. Well, maybe not, it was pretty damned messy, but the job got done. Good malts, which was the whole idea.

I threw the motor part of the blender away, didn't even cut the cord off of it. That took some will power.

Karen had made a roast in the crock-pot yesterday, and she put it back in this morning and we had it after the malts. Yep, dessert first. Works for me. Life is uncertain, after all...

We spent the day with the news on. Really tired of watching the same damned things over and over, though... mostly tuned it out, but afraid to turn it off for fear of missing something important.

Conspiracy theories... other theories... they were having a threesome sex romp in order to join the mile-high club and forgot to watch the elevation... they decided to go to Mexico and dumped the luggage and stuff to make it look real... John-john was tired of being a public person... the aliens kidnapped them, all they'll find is an empty plane at the bottom of the ocean...

Anything but the truth, please... the truth is, as always, too damned painful. The end of the American Dream... the Camelot of 40 years ago is almost completely gone, the mystique that almost was now can never be... our dreams die incrementally, but the people that we hitch them to... dammit, they're all too mortal. We otta quit doing that.

It's much better than putting our hopes on something immortal, though... reality is mortality.

More tomorrow...