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Ugh!
I made a lovely visit to the terlit earlier and now I feel…greasy. 💩

Slowly I’m figuring out a routine with the kitchen. Do the morning dishes after breakfast. Before dinner sweep and mop the half of the kitchen with the cat boxes that way I don’t have to mess with it after I’m done cooking. Usually after cooking and doing that load of dishes the last thing I want to do is move all the chairs and food dishes out of the way to sweep and mop then put it all back again. I’m pretty pooped by then.

The enormity of Mom’s invalid state hit me hard over the last few days. It’s been a lot to absorb and I’m trying my damndest to do right. Sure, I’ll take on all cleaning and cooking duties. That’s fine. Just when I say wake me up in the middle of the night when you have to pee I mean it. The other night she rolled into the floor and used the table to lift herself up. I was dead asleep and heard nothing.

Tonight I made Philly’s again. Didn’t realize I was out of marinade so I just salted and peppered the shaved beef. Butter, garlic, onions. Sweat em out. Add mushrooms. Get everything nice n smelling good then add the shaved meat on top. Use a spatula and a fork to shred the meat as it cooks. Then add a few slices of cheese on top. When that’s melted, scoop it up and lay it out on a sliced bun. I toasted the buns at 400 for a few minutes while I cooked the rest.

Turned out better than the marinated ones from last week! Now that mom is basically at my cooking disposal I’m FINALLY getting to experiment more in the kitchen. And you know what? For a mad scientist in his lab? I’m getting better! I was already a decent cook but after making that spaghetti sauce and making a few dishes from scratch plus how I’ve zipped up leftovers into another meal? I feel like a fucking chef! I feel like the man! Fuck, I KNOW dad would’ve loved my tacos. That man made me a life long fan of Mexican food.

Let us ride this psychological high for a while.

So, between all that I’ve read a lot the last few days in my free time. Basket Case by Carl Hiaasen is a really funny read! Finished it about an hour ago. Makes me wonder what if I had completed my English degree and pursued journalism as a career like I originally intended. I’m pretty sure I’d be more neurotic than I already am.

If I can balance out a little me time to decompress like this I think I’ll be able to handle the stress I’ve been under. Plus I like talking books. I’ve been able to discuss said book with two friends plus talk with mom about it and the crazy shit reporters have gotten into. Kolchak The Night Stalker is still a fun favorite TV show of mine. Investigative journalist getting the scoop on supernatural occurrences for a Chicago paper. Darren McGavin was great in that role. You might remember here as the turkey craving connoisseur, leg lamp lovin’ dad from A Christmas Story. “Oh fudge!”

Christ…
It’s 2:26 AM and I’m not even really tired.
I DID get another ecomic from the library. Invincible Universe Compendium One. That has a rough estimate of thirty or so comics from the Invincible series. It’ll add backstory to most of the major side characters I came across.
It’s technically the 18th now.
Tomorrow is my 42nd.
Woo!
Not really.
It’s gonna be super fucking cold…
Glad I bought some firewood today.