Tons o' stuff
Sep. 1st, 2022 12:01 amAnd the weight was up again today, thanks to that blender full of yogurt and frozen fruit before bedtime, though finishing the rye loaf with potted meat for dinner (lunch?) probably didn't help. BP was normal, BG was nominal.
I slept in until noon after getting up at 0300 again, and then being awakened at 0900 by Nicole the property manager, who wanted me to come in and sign some papers, which I agreed to do at 1300. Managed to get up, get dressed, shave, and get down there early only to wait for fifteen minutes for her to get back from the BK.
Which is where I went after signing several papers. I was worrying a little about my income, but she said it didn't matter since I'm not getting a rent subsidy. So that was good news. Got my burgers & O-rings, flipped the portal at the cemetery while munching, then stopped by the post office to mail my stern note to Intermountain Healthcare and pick up the package from the VA, which turned out to be a shitload of filters and masks. Did a little more Ingress on the way home, but it was hot and I was running out of Diet Coke.
After the last French playthrough collapsed because 1) I stupidly missed one tile on the Belgian border and 2) the Huns broke through at Sedan anyway, I tried something different - instead of the Popular Front tree with all its free factories, I took the Bloc route and kicked the Commies to the curb early using the focus instead of the political point option. I also cunningly deployed a mess of divisions as colonial brigades, and upgraded them to full infantry divisions when war broke out in early 1940. Radar was in place, the skies were full of MS406 fighters, and I had carefully reviewed the tiles to make sure not a single one on the main front or in Savoy was missed. As matters stand now, the lines are static in both locations, the colonials are chasing the Italians back toward Tripoli, and the navy is butchering the Italians all over the Med. It's almost November 1940, de Lattre de Tassigny is building up a reserve army in Paris, and if things stay stable, I may have DeGaulle push into Northern Italy.
It doesn't really fit under family drama (but it certainly isn't friends) but Lois called tonight and bent my ear about various stuff. She sounds a lot better now that she's moved off to Red Wing
I slept in until noon after getting up at 0300 again, and then being awakened at 0900 by Nicole the property manager, who wanted me to come in and sign some papers, which I agreed to do at 1300. Managed to get up, get dressed, shave, and get down there early only to wait for fifteen minutes for her to get back from the BK.
Which is where I went after signing several papers. I was worrying a little about my income, but she said it didn't matter since I'm not getting a rent subsidy. So that was good news. Got my burgers & O-rings, flipped the portal at the cemetery while munching, then stopped by the post office to mail my stern note to Intermountain Healthcare and pick up the package from the VA, which turned out to be a shitload of filters and masks. Did a little more Ingress on the way home, but it was hot and I was running out of Diet Coke.
After the last French playthrough collapsed because 1) I stupidly missed one tile on the Belgian border and 2) the Huns broke through at Sedan anyway, I tried something different - instead of the Popular Front tree with all its free factories, I took the Bloc route and kicked the Commies to the curb early using the focus instead of the political point option. I also cunningly deployed a mess of divisions as colonial brigades, and upgraded them to full infantry divisions when war broke out in early 1940. Radar was in place, the skies were full of MS406 fighters, and I had carefully reviewed the tiles to make sure not a single one on the main front or in Savoy was missed. As matters stand now, the lines are static in both locations, the colonials are chasing the Italians back toward Tripoli, and the navy is butchering the Italians all over the Med. It's almost November 1940, de Lattre de Tassigny is building up a reserve army in Paris, and if things stay stable, I may have DeGaulle push into Northern Italy.
It doesn't really fit under family drama (but it certainly isn't friends) but Lois called tonight and bent my ear about various stuff. She sounds a lot better now that she's moved off to Red Wing