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Sunday. The wheels came off and things are set-backs are compounding not unmanageable or overwhelming simply exhausting and draining. I was up late going to bed around 2:00 after processing the six (6) pineapples purchased the previous week.

HOW DID THAT GO?

Well, I made the juice which should be good.

OH NO. YOU LEFT THE JAM OR CONSERVE FOR LAST. TELL FANDOM WHAT HAPPENED. POR FAVOR.

Well, near the end I scorched the pineapple mixture and some black flecks are dispersed throughout. I picked many out but finally had to draw the line. They do not effect the taste (to me) but they take the presentation to the lowest level. Not sure they can even be gifted. Disappointing as the first batch of anything that I wasn’t happy or thrilled with the result. I am thinking it is one of those things that will take a long time to get over. Must remember to either turn down the heat OR stay right there to stir which I was doing but the water was rendered off and the mixture just stuck for a second or two.

I rekindled the fire from last night which is a small comfort. I started cleanup this morning, had a nice breakfast and taking a break. Taking breaks and doing other activities seems to make the cleaning tasking somewhat more tolerable.

I need to run out to Allen. I have a movie due at APL and yesterday I inadvertently left my planner and calendar in a bag at Joann’s with projects for Sarah. She was supposed to be there today but she got sick. So I need to swing by her house to pick them up or the weekend will be lost and the upcoming week severely set back. I mean I don’t know wtf I am doing when. Out of control.

If there is ANY good news, my phone is nearly fully recovered. That’s right, estimated 95%. Down to the ringtones but still missing a couple of contacts and simply did not bother to reload linkedin. Worthless app and waste of time anyway.

I better cut off here and get to Allen to return the movie maybe get one or two but most importantly my planning tools.

I am kind of lost without them.

Some days are like this.

Like in golf when you hit a bad shot. You can’t get it back or obtain a ‘do over’.

You simply rolled up the sleeves, spit out the grit and determine the NEXT one will make up for the one just missed.

Tomorrow will pick up and be stellar.

Bill … o/o.