So, anyone know when Summer will arrive?

I mean, I know the first official day of summer is 21 June, but, Wx wise when the Hell is summer going to get here? Tired of wearing my coat on my walks and using a “summer” quilt.

June 21st (in a few days). Wow. Got married the first time 50 years ago; days before my 21st birthday, in a random spot at Tilden Park in Berkeley, Ca. Freaked a bunch of picnickers out. Bunch of cars pull up, people get out and gather near a tree, and have a marriage ceremony. I think we even dodged a couple of frisbies. Well, we lasted 11 years when we should have just had some great sex for a night and gone our separate ways. Would have made both our lives way less complicated. (But then, circumstances wouldn’t have led me to SWMBO who is the best person to ever happen to me.)

Pretty crappy outside yesterday so I did things inside. Replaced a boob light in the coat closet with a LED light we took out of the MILA. Hooked up my auto-tuner to one of my HF antenna’s. Started 35 ice cream sandwiches to freeze drying. (Would have been 36 but, well, one died for the cause.)

About 1400 I got kinda lazy and watched “John Wick Chapter 4” on the big tv in the living room and that took almost 3 hours (with pee breaks. My old bladder likes the pause button). I do like that sound bar we bought with the tv though. Makes it more of a “theater” experience. The Dog doesn’t come into the living room with the sub-woofer going though. It doesn’t appear to hurt him but he doesn’t like the vibration (or something).

Then, back to the grind: dishes, some laundry, dinner (batch-it night since SWMBO works the genealogy library and there’s no telling what time she’ll get home). Can of Nalley’s Beef Stew cause I got really lazy.

When she did finally get home and had a bite to eat, we sat and watched “Ant-Man & The Wasp: Quantumania.” And that took us up to bedtime.

Pretty lazy Saturday. It’s a rough life. Someone’s gotta do it.

Dang! That almost sounds like a line from a hit song or something. “Never gonna eat again. Cause I read those fookin’ labels.” Man, some of the things that are in our foods! Things that I’m trying to cut out of my diet completely. Which means that I’ll never eat a packaged item again.

Which probably won’t happen because I’m not going to turn into a freak about all this. Just do the best I can and go from there. Can’t ask any more of myself.

Been kinda sorta taking it easy and doing just the light stuff around the house these past few days. Good thing I have a rider mower! Still had to man-handle the whack-weeder around though. That’s an hour long job in itself. Two recharges of the whacker battery so I get a break.

Started the tractor up and did some things out in the back 40. Cleaned her up some and did the weekly grease gun to her nipples. All 18 (or so) of them. Yep, keep her greased up and she’ll work her ass off for ya.

Hooked the dump trailer to the truck to make a dump run tomorrow. I think I have the air purged from the lines. Or mostly anyway. Won’t really be able to check that and fix it until I empty the trailer. Tomorrow. And hopefully I can get it to work one more time so I don’t have to manually unload the thing. That would be a pain.

The wall-board/drywall guy dropped off a trailer that’s over full of wallboard this afternoon. Says he and “The Crew” will be back about 0730 tomorrow to start putting it in. We’ll see.

Feeding the Missionaries tomorrow. BBQ Chicken. Baked Sweet Taters. Peas. Probably some ice cold canned pears for desert.

Gained back a couple of the 17 lbs I lost last month. Partially because I’m still in AFib off and on and don’t feel like getting too occupied with making things for dinner. So I take the easy way out. But I’ll get back on track.

Still wearing that little heart monitor and that’s a giant pain in the ..er.. chest. Press the button when I feel my heart fluttering, grab my phone and make an entry in the app. Lady from the “Electro Cardiologist” office called today and made me any appointment to see him and the results of this monitor for next OCTOBER. Glad I’m not an emergency or anything.

My Doctor’s office e-mailed me to make an after ER visit visit. I’m having mixed feelings about his Doc still. Kind of upset that I had to self-diagnose to get anything done. Seems all those times I complained of my heart fluttering over the past couple of years would have triggered something in his training and I’d have been checked out way earlier. Partially my fault too since I have enough Medical Training (Independent Duty Hospital Corpsman) that I could have been a bit more insistent about getting it checked out. But we didn’t and here we are.

Never been “normal” so I don’t know if I wish I were that or not; but I do wish I wasn’t having these problems.

Haven’t had a soda in 3 days and I’m starting to notice.

Researchers at the World National Computer Institute Research Laboratory spent 13 years investigating, designing, then building the fastest (so far), most complicated (so far) quantum nano-bit mono-nuclear micro-pile processing unit “computer” that can do pitaflops of calculations per picosecond (even running Windows 8). Anticipation ran high throughout the delegates gathered to witness the activation of the (actual) Super Computer and the buzz of conversation all but died as the On/Off button was switched to the On position. Click.

Circuits hummed, lights dimmed, tubes in the old televisions in the museum about a mile from the institute glowed brightly, the hair on the back of several researchers hands (and one secretary’s legs) stood to welcome the sudden current in the atmosphere. The smell of megawatts of electricity and megabytes of memory stung all noses. Watches stopped, restarted, stopped, then melted in place. Two maintenance workers clutched at fried pace makers.

It only took  seconds for the output screen to begin to glow and letters to appear. Letters racing across the screen and forming strange (but hauntingly familiar) patterns. Pages and pages of them.

Extensive testing, retesting and rebuilding indicated that all was well with circuitry and programming. All might have been regulated to the trash bin of an expensive failure if one of the technicians hadn’t overheard a stoner, high on legal “mary-jane” and illegal snorted sugar, on one of the public tours exclaim “Wow, that’s some real aliens shit!” while looking at the screen.

What? What if? Mono-nuclear micro-pile something something something …

So, many Scientists were brought in (so not Bill Nye) and Astronomers (so not Niel DeGased Tyson) and Linguists and Mathematicians to study the screens. Additional moneys were allocated for cases and cases of Red Bull & Domino’s Pizza to entice several computer “hackers” to join the team. Several thousand man-hours were expended in constant observation, formulas were made, theory’s were postulated, accusations were thrown about (well, her skirt was short), tears were shed, teeth were gnashed, fingers were stepped on (her skirt was short!), but what they found was: what they thought were random characters racing across the screen turned out to be a cross connection through Distant Silicon Qubits via a subspace quantum wormhole effect to some kind of computer in a galaxy approximately 80 zillion light years from Earth (as close as we can figure).

We had accidentally proven that we are not alone in the universe. Via an accidental connection to a computer. In a Galaxy far far away.

Turns out; an Accountants computer. A fucking Accountant. Apparently, actuary tables look the same in any language for any species. A receipt is a receipt is a receipt. Dollars, rubles, quadloons all appear to have a freakin’ decimal place.

The United States of America’s Internal Revenue Service has already proposed a plan to see if we can “accidentally manipulate” several earlier ledger entries in an attempt to get the entity Accountant ensnared as an “agent” for the U.S.A. to enhance our standing in future negotiations.

Other than that: Normal summer day around Western WaRshington. Rained all day.

So I got trash burned. LOTS of things done inside. Starting to feel like a regular house husband or really great Butler.

Chest doing okay. Only a couple of “episodes” of twitchy heart so far today.