Work goes on.

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It just isn't going as fast as I had hoped.  And yet, bit by bit, a task or part of one takes place ever few hours, five or six times a day.  I am down to two loads of laundry and bedding when I get to that.  I have finished almost all of the dishes and silverware but the kitchen itself remains to be cleaned down to the shine.  The living room and my computer room will need a lot of work.  I am about, by my reckoning, a third of the way through.  Today, though, I am going to try to get to town.  I am about out of milk, and a few other items would be good to have restocked.

The water pill is helping but I will never be what I once was.  It isn't even a matter of doing 20 to 30 percent, it doesn't work like that.  Regardless of what some think, it does come down to all or nothing, and quite often doing nothing isn't a choice.  I suppose just enjoying what I can do, and pushing that edge when I can, is just the way of it.  After doing a bit of research, I have some doubts if a correct diagnosis had been rendered right from the start there is little they could have done about it.  Especially since I wouldn't have allowed them to do a heart transplant.  Or would I have?  My doubts about medicine have certainly been hardened through misdiagnosis and terrible mistreatment.  And yet I have never been one for surgery.  Then again, heart surgery is not something they are very good at, even now.  Transplants are more short and midterm fatal, from what I have seen, than is a bad heart. 

Still, it is good to see my home coming together.  The fruit fly infestation is dying out.  To that end, I am also bagging everything from cat food cans to general garbage, keeping everything closed.  And, when I finally finish with the dishes, there will be no water to help the fruit flies on top of anything else.  I have also started to air my home out, on a summer schedule.  Open the windows at night, close them sometime in the morning.  It helps keep it cooler too. 

All in all, life has improved greatly since even last week.  The extra water pill dose is helping, but something was happening anyway, a window of opportunity.  Combined I am simply doing more, more awake, more aware.  Still weak, still easy to tire, and I always will be to some greater or lessor extent.  Oh, I ought to get that gal out on a date soon.  I do like her, so far.  Women aren't quite like cars, or other consumer items.  But they aren't quite friends, either.  I doubt if I will ever fully understand that relationship, I just know that it adds to life.  Even if it goes no further than a bit of socializing.  Interesting critters, these women folk. 

The next thing I am sort of looking into, for longer and mid-term storage is coffee.  I may begin buying packets.  Some will be frozen, some sealed and put in the basement.  Then tasting over time.  The best way, I have heard, is to buy green beans, then roast them as needed.  Of course, the roasters available are all electric, which truly kills the notion.  So, I am beginning an exploration of how to roast coffee beans using purely mechanical means, over a literal fire (or at least using fire).  That won't be my next purchase, by any means, it is just that, as I am truly getting going on food prep, this is an issue.  If nothing else, imagine how valuable a couple hundred pounds of coffee would be. My guess is coffee beans would be worth their weight in gold, or at least silver.

Well, on to my day.  Have a good one.