Odd.

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My comments don't seem to log, or stick, on your blogs, for whatever reason. I have commented at four places, refreshed the screen and they looked to be logged in. But viewing the blogs the next day, they aren't there. Nor is there an indication that it has been deleted by author. I have changed my password but it is still occurring. At first, with the first one or two, I almost suspected I never hit send or something. So I was much more careful in posting. Yep, not showing up. Oh well. I've had this happen before, usually after punking some liberal who couldn't argue their way out of a paper bag. When you can't debate, tell the truth, or believe in what is good or right, hacking seems to be the way.

The last room is being done today. And a good thing. I am beyond worn out. As little of it as I have done, just constantly being on call has me down to the nub. I can only imagine how my mom feels! However, my home is fully set up and organized. And I shouldn't be going through a major illness again soon, other than maybe death. But that is a whole different thing. And, regardless, even in my time-relative low, I am still doing better than I have in decades. Comparatively, this is an extreme period of high functioning. While I will always have a bad case of bacheloritis, getting a leg up helps once an occasional.

My bedroom is now set up so I have some real room. The bed isn't in a niche and there is room to add a dresser or two. It seems like a simple thing to rearrange, but it wasn't. I think I will like it a great deal more this way. I guess, when I set up my bedroom, I went with what seemed like the natural way, the way the room seemed to be designed. Hmm, I also went with the head facing west, as I have had it for... as long as I can remember. As well, I didn't think the other choices would work. It turns out they do. I will have to readjust to having my head facing south when I sleep though. Yeah, a weird little thing, but...

Ugh. Tomorrow I will be helping my friend get moved in. I will be taking Gatorade, a couple of bottles at least. I am not looking forward to the move but I will do what I can. If I have to take it slow, so be it. I figure an extra set of hands that helps with ten or twelve loads would be worth it. And someone who can help lift a couch or dresser or table into the right place would be handy. At least I am not to the point where I am completely unhelpful.

As I have been working on drinking a bit more fluid I have been, again, losing weight. If I don't drink enough my body begins to collect water, rather than expel it, the medicines be damned. Drinking too much might be a problem, but on these level of water pills, I am not sure I can drink enough to end up drinking too much. Weird as it sounds, I think that is the way it is. It's a catch 22 that makes the medicine, in this regard, only work when I drink far more than the doctors recommend, but not too much, all of which is guesswork. I think three to five twenty four ounce glasses of stuff a day, plus a sixteen ounce glass of milk with a couple meals, just about does it. If I don't drink enough, not only do I gain water weight, my kidneys start to fail, as I quit expelling at all. Weird but true.

Bah, blathering again. Later.