Ah, that's better.

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Slipping into shorts and a sleeveless shirt, taking my socks off, and sitting for a bit, have allowed some of life to return. If heat isn't the sole problem with my recent downturn, it doesn't help. I may have to pull the fans out before too long as well. The curtains, again, are open. It is such a... novel thing. For whatever reason I am truly enjoying having them open. Then again, having mountains to look out from every window doesn't hurt.

I finished the laundry. As I use clothes and towels though, there will be a pile soon enough. And Sam snuck into my bedroom and deposited extra food in the form of vomit. *sigh* Still, I have plenty of clean sheets and I removed the sheets before it soaked in and it wasn't on the blankets. Rather than being mad, I was actually slightly grateful, if not fully happily so. This gave me a reason to change the sheets again. New fresh sheets and maybe a habit forming thing, again. I finished, perhaps, half of the dishes. But I have run into a... problem. I simply am not able to push past this little dip, not right now. I was happy to make it to the appointment today and take care of the other things with a return trip. I realize, now more than ever, that my heart probably is a part of why I sometimes can't push. That would be the invisible something that I simply could not figure out before, the thing that would allow function and then not. They don't make an appointment with you at the Advanced Heart Failure Clinic, then bump that up a week, merely because you are handsome (though there is that too). :p

So, I will go a bit slower and do what I can when I can, again. If it never happens again, it was wonderful to lead a normal life for a few weeks again, in any case. I will not begrudge that. After twenty some years of living like a zombie, just to see normalcy for a few moments was enough to refresh. Of course, because of what happened, I have hope that healing may now occur and I might get some part of a normal life back. It just absolutely amazes me what the possibilities are. If you literally can lead a normal life, with grumps and all, enjoy it. Get out, find your friends and family and go pick on them, make friends, dig holes just to see what is down there, ride a horse, go for a ride, get married, have kids. Don't wait. Hurry up.

I am still dissatisfied with the Republican field for president. Between moderates and slightly more moderate moderates, picking a horse for that race is like expecting to see gray hounds sprinting after the gate only to find one has shown up on turtle race day. Watching lips move and knowing these jerks have no more a notion of what they should do, how it should be done, or for whom exactly they want to be working (which is whoever will just let them do whatever they want and leave them alone to it). None of them want to do a darned thing about illegal immigration, none of them really have a plan for the Middle-East, none of them are keen on cutting entitlements let alone general spending or even taxation. They talk big, in a little way. Generalities, but the truth is none of them will more than give a token nod to those who elect them. Democrat lite seems to be all I am seeing, with a few out-of-touch characters, and some not so lite candidates (Huntsman, Romney, and some of the sharia favoring multi-culties and "greens"). Bah!

I think I am liking this new monitor though. I didn't think I would and it might fail yet. You know how these things go. But it is cooler, it is quieter (the other had almost as many fans as my computer). And I think it has some kind of curve in it that helps with glare. On to a bit of gaming. I found a game from long ago that will play on the loaner, which is more of an antique than even my machine. Hmm, I ought to call and check on that. If he broke it, I will just take it back. I suppose I should wait until the first, to make sure I have money in case he managed to fix what he tried to repair in spite of that not being the problem. Doh!