A fine simple day.

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The sun is up, no clouds to be seen. It must be an amazing day out there. As I relax on this Saturday, gazing at an amazing world and tinkering, my mind coils around various notions.

I seem to be less dehydrated today for no reason that I can tell. I did drink some olive juice, I am all out of pickle juice and they do about the same thing. While that worked to seemingly quickly fix the tickle inducing dry patch in the rearward nether of my throat, it couldn't really have hydrated me. While I am still a bit parched, this is the best I have been for some time in this matter. It had nothing to do with potassium though. I seem to be taking that better than what I remember. I can tell by how fast I go through boxes, putting up two at a time which lasts about 30 days. I went through two boxes in the last month, which is when I started keeping things on track again, and matches the number of used packets per box. I am simply not sure what is causing such dryness, other than, as I suspect, brushing and gargling twice a day. The gargle I am using is a bit dated, from when I moved here. New gargle and only using it at night, perhaps, will clear it up. If that doesn't work I may simply gargle, but then rinse my mouth with water.

I keep thinking about women. Now, I do like them. Mostly from afar or very close. It's the time between those points where I have trouble. I honestly wouldn't put up with having one of the feral emotional beasts in my home unless they were fruitful. While they have methods that do work, and while they have a beauty and intelligence and wisdom that is unknown to man, and worthy to a degree, none of that is worth having given the many costs, unless they produce children, tend them and the home, and then act as partners. What was it the godfather in "The Godfather" said? Something about men not being aloud to be careless. Women and children can be careless, but not men? Something like that. I don't want a single careless one in my home. In groups, she will learn some degree of not being careless. Children balance her. If, to a degree, in the family setting, she balances him. Either the whole clock or none of it, as the parts don't work unless all are there and in their places.

I am feeling better today. After a week and a half of utter exhaustion, today is wonderful. I simply won't push things today for that reason. Mass, certainly. After that I simply don't know. I would like to roast the leg of lamb, it is well thawed. But I need to do the dishes first. My deal with cooking is... fine, but only if I start with a clean kitchen. I simply don't want to do a lot of dishes on top of supper dishes, pots, and pans. The chance of failure is too great. I may try to kick the dishes out before I prepare to attend Mass. If so, I may see if I have a few dollars sitting around with which to buy several kohlrabi. I have carrots, onions, and potatoes to go along with it all. Roast with a few vegetables and gravy. No desert though, then again desert is rare thing for me to make. I honestly don't really like sweets all that much. I almost can't eat ice cream or other cold treats as they are far too cloying in my seemingly perpetual dehydrated state. Even when it isn't as bad as it has been lately, it is there. At least since I started the 'water pills'. Actually, I think I have been dehydrated for most of my disabled life, whether a side effect of medicines, an inability to tend myself properly, or a bit of both. I do wonder how many side effects, from taking certain medicines for longer term (more than a few years) turn side effects into permanent defects. Oh? You don't think so? Go look at some of the people they used to give medicines to in the long term psych wards. Some of them jiggle and wiggle and twitch perpetually. Some of them are mentally fried, others still have cognition. I suppose it depends on whether they received electric shock "therapy" too. Why psych's have done to people is incredibly horrible. Experimentation, and it used to be forced. For me, any problems I might have are purely physical, thankfully. If... thankful is quite the right word...

Well, I suppose I should get on to the dishes. A little straightening might happen too. I won't push things, but if it just sort of happens, and I don't feel to strained by it, I will do it. How odd, on a day of relaxation, I should feel more like working than my designated work days? Never mind, I get what I get, when I get it, and do what I may when I am able, mostly. Good day.

Oh, one last thing. Whether you remember or not, I have mentioned that for much of my disabled life I could smell something between death, rot, and disease. Now that I am taking care of things the smell has gone. Laundry is done at least weekly, bedding is changed every week or every other week, I am not in bed so often, I change my socks... actually all my clothes daily. I vacuum, sweep, and mop. I clean my bathroom vigorously. My clothes, body, home, bed... all clean, and clean smelling. It was an nearly invisible smell. No one else could smell it, or seemed to. But it was there, for me, always. With it gone though, I now smell the cats, but only in my bedding. I will definitely need to wash my blankets every two weeks to a month. I may look at blankets, and buy several sets, so they get a chance to air out on top of being washed. Most of my blankets are old, some are rather tattered. And yet I like them. Six or seven new blankets over the coming year will allow me to have a little variety. But it is good to have that smell gone. It did remind me of death, and caused some quiet worry. Now, too, I know it wasn't just in my mind.