July 17th, another 90 degree day. I got plenty of sleep, but it wasn’t very good sleep. I woke up groggy with puffy eyes. Maybe dehydrated from the get-together that took place the night before.

When I got home from Riverdale, I watched Survivorman, that episode where he’s in Labrador traveling by dog sled. He ends up having to eat some of the dog food, which is old Carribou meat, in order to stay alive because he can’t get any fish or game. He ended up boiling it in a coffee can over a fire. When it was done and he sipped it, he looked like he enjoyed it so much. Warmth and flavor after days without anything.

You can boil things to kill all the germs off. If you can find some standing water somewhere, boil it up and you’ll be fine, usually. But that doesn’t work with all bad things. For instance, if you have bad meat, boiling it or broiling or roasting it or whatever won’t make it edible. The bacteria that decompose meats produce a very toxic biproduct. Killing off all the bacteria by fire doesn’t remove those toxins, and you will get sick, even if you eat just a tiny amount. Survivorman was lucky because up there in Labrador, it’s freakin’ cold most of the time.

I have a meeting in about 15 minutes that I have no interest in going to.

At least there’s a jam tonight in Hollow Way.

Later birdies.