Chilly day, but, really?

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Woke this morning, got to waking up, but kept feeling chilled. It was a hard chill. Pajamas on? Check. Room heat on? Check? So I grabbed a little blanket. Still chilly? Check. On I go, through the morning and into the afternoon... *BAM* It hits me. Is the furnace still off? I turned it while airing the house yesterday. Check, off indeed. Luckily the temp only got down to 60 F, inside anyway. Outside is more than just a bit chilly. My guess is today is a bundle up day. Ah well, no harm no foul, so long as I can thaw soon enough. I know, 60 is not all that cold. But when you are used to warmer (66 F is what I keep it at), and the room heater is probably totally insufficient to the heat demand without the furnace on a bit, the difference is noticeable.

I will get the trash and recycling out tonight. I will not move the bins, simply put all that is going out in the bins in anticipation. If I wait until the last minute I may simply not have the gumption when I remember at 23:00 to 1:00 to push on and get the trash together, trundle it out, and then haul the bin to the curb. If all I have to do is one of those, or even a little bit of gathering and then the trip to the curb, I should be fine. Saving everything for the last minute means all or nothing. Most versus nothing is far superior and actually if set up right will almost guarantee all rather than most which is better than hit or miss. Not that it truly matters, this is just me trying to get every bit of willful action accomplished as possible. It is all I have, can give, can do. I need it.

Looks like I cannot go to Ogden Monday, as I have an appointment in SLC. Well, I could, but time gets pinched and I doubt if my friend wants to be out all day, driving that far. So, I will reschedule Ogden for Tuesday. I do not think he will mind. I will be seeing the psychologist again. I think. We will see. I have received what he recommended for medication but I will not be taking that until and unless the rest of the regimen is also implemented. That is how this show works. On some things, it has to be pretty much all or nothing, but middling does not work and has been proven to not work.

When Sam wants attention, and I am not too grumpy, she will come up here and lay over one of my hands WHILE I am typing. Oh, I try to ignore her. But it is so funny to me that, eventually, I quit typing and give her some scrathie itchies and pets. She slays me this way! I wrote most of this, until right before this paragraph, with a Sam-o across my right hand. Both of us, I guess, are single minded or stubborn or patient or something. She won this time.

Have a great day. Have an orange julius. Oh, I think I am becoming addicted to those. A couple a week really is a taste treat. I am sure it is nutritionally good, even with a couple teaspoons of sugar, but that is not the point. Go out and have something tasty... It is worth it. Better yet, make it yourself! Not sure how I ever came to think to even make it at home, the orange julius. First time, only ever knew what they were long after I had one, and it has been a decade since I found out what they were. Do not love the world, eat it! Ciao... (no pun intended... he is lying)