It wasn’t easy to break fast. I’m certain I had decided to as soon as I was able.
Just some more of that Yogurt, you’re still fasting from tobacco, Discord and the YouTube comments - and back on the horse from the streaming break.
As far as I can tell, Stripe is the payment processor you REALLY don’t want to piss off. Everything I’ve gotten through Medium & SubStack has gone through them, and so does the buymeacoffee. When I asked my UK Asset what the best he’d come across as far as /clean/, he recommended Liberapay … and they go through Stripe too.
Seems to me the best an honest Captain can do is offer that to his Shadow Cabal
Breaking Fast
Good ole Stripe promised me that the buymeacoffee that came in on the 17th would be arriving today, but also showed expected arrival to be the 22nd, not when the store opened up at 6:00 a.m. this morning of the 21st. It was as if forces behind the scenes were trying to help me maintain the fast.
This, however, just prompted the break of the fast to extend another level deep. To the extent I’ve had a goal over the last two years, it was to fast from withdraws from the fund most charitably described as ‘the living inheritance fund.’ I never know how much is in it but when emergencies have arisen or the cupboards bare, it has always come through.
And so I broke that fast and made a call. The result of that call tends to be a picture of receipt I take to the friendly neighborhood Wal-Mart, proudly offering the genericized version of Viva or some other name I didn’t pay attention to. I give them the number, they joke how they still have to ask who it’s from, and then I can spend it right there, always low prices.
Anticipating sating the hunger of the fast, I traveled to yon store in advance around six-thirty. Some oranges, some yogurt, I’ll grab the Bison when the text comes in.
Then, the interventions began.
First, the phone wasn’t getting reception in the store, nor outside the store. So the early trip to be ready to break the fast is a complete waste, as I must return to wifi range to get the text.
Then, when the text comes through the phone refuses to load it for a good twenty minutes.
Then, when I’m at the store with the image on the phone at the customer service desk, I open the phone to read the number from the image and the phone crashes. The service desk lady and I wait through a reboot, only to have it happen again.
It took driving back to the house again writing it down on one of those old-fashion pieces of paper and bringing that paper to the service desk before I was able to shop and break fast. At this point the phone demonstrated no battery issues at all.
The Bison then the Resin Dust
I broke fast with two of the yogurts and an orange, followed by another orange later. I relished in the lack of nicotine withdrawal, a Grace I’d received once before in the Pentecostal days. That time it lasted the full three days.