Memory isn't a thing I do anymore

I think it was on the morning of my doctor's appointment at the start of the month, I finally fixed the RGB lights in my tower case.  They had been stuck an off-putting orange since my Windows went to 11 many months ago.  And I forgot to gloat about my achievement at the time.
All I had to do was follow the instructions on a site that was clearly trying to scam me into downloading spyware, while avoiding all their links.  This after many attempts over the months of following instructions on more respectable sites to no avail.

But I got it done.

Yay.

 

Otherwise, life has been lifing.

I haven't gone outside since my last entry, but I have given cake to those of my neighbours who I don't actively dislike (I should have extended that to the other tower of my complex but that would have required going outside) , and had Oli visit.

I am old and sore.

The shoulder continues to eat Deep Heat and Tiger Balm.

Muscle cramps have been fucking up my sleep.  Sometimes with the fun combination of the thigh cramp that requires a bent knee to ease the pain with a calf cramp the needs the knee kept straight.  So I am run down to the point where waking up in pain isn't disappointing because of the pain but disappointing because of the waking up at all.

I have watched some shows.  The Recruit was fun.  Irreverent I gave up on quickly as it was just a less charming rehash of Impastor.   TVNZ+ lied to me by classifying Dead Pixels as sci-fi/fantasy, it is a sitcom about people who like fantasy.
But significantly I napped.

I have failed to game, because my body hurts and even playing computer games feels far too much like effort.

Also watching the Harry and Megan Netflix thing.  I had been told it confirms their awfulness - though so far that is not the read I am getting from it.
Confirmation biases may be involved.   I may be more inclined to assume better of people but worse of institutions than the occasionally monarchist friend who is most anti-Harry&Megan.
I may also be more willing to assume people are basically racist dickbags.  I mean I am pretty sure that I have an inner racist dickbag.  I try to ignore, give it no power, but it is there and never fully escapable.