{"id":24048,"date":"2023-01-08T10:52:46","date_gmt":"2023-01-08T17:52:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=24048"},"modified":"2023-01-08T12:24:29","modified_gmt":"2023-01-08T19:24:29","slug":"jan-8-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2023\/01\/08\/jan-8-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Jan 8 Why"},"content":{"rendered":"

He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Friedrich Nietzsche<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was thinking why do I write this journal. Do I ever think it will be read by people out there? No, I write it because if I remember to keep the website paid for.<\/p>\n

I might want to read it. Long after my memory has been ravaged by time and disease. Thats if I live through another year.<\/p>\n

I have something growing on my thyroid, my lung, my kidneys and I am sure other places.<\/p>\n

I do little things and I am completely fatigued.<\/p>\n

Today I fed the cats, gathered snow started a fire, scrounged around my woodwork shop for scraps of wood to burn. Then cut up what could be cut, stomped on the thin pieces to break them up.<\/p>\n

Today I woke with a very sore neck, actually above my neck. The mass of muscle and nerve at the top of my spine hurt. My thyroid hurt bad. I also had another bad coughing fit.<\/p>\n

Walking was difficult, especially through deep snow, stairs and obstacles.<\/p>\n

I just filled a gas can for the gen. Yes, I brought a new carboard box for the boy cats. They love them, and over the next few days I would tear pieces to help start the fire. I save them all summer just for that. Until that they would explore, inhabit, sleep in and tear it apart. It would all end up in the fire.<\/p>\n

I filled the kettle with more snow. Coffee would be getting here slowly.<\/p>\n

I could just fire up the camp stove, but no. I have one filled small can of propane, twenty empties.<\/p>\n

One of these days I would refill more. Not today.<\/p>\n

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I put wet cat litter in the fire at the wrong time. Yes I mean before the kettle was hot enough for coffee.<\/p>\n

So I started the fire again, now I have to wait a little longer for coffee. More time cuddling cats.<\/p>\n

TTFC 125 MINUTES<\/p>\n

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Less time killing Covenant.
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