Woah! What was that?

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I made it to bed  by 2:00 last night but I could not sleep for the life of me.  Something internal.  My feet felt warm so I checked them with my hands.  They were hot.  Then I thought, maybe my hands are just cold.  I put my hands to my face.  My hands were hot!  I can only guess at what was going on metabiologically or metaphysically?  I'm, simply put, not standard equipment.  Given my heart, and diabetes, I should usually be 'cold bodied', with occasional all over heat increases.  My feet and hands shouldn't get hot with the rest of me comfortable or even cool.

I didn't end up getting to sleep until 6:30 or so.  Even then it was a struggle to actually sleep.  Something was 'on', and it wouldn't turn off easily.  I didn't wake until the doorbell rang at... 16:00 or so.  Some people I had asked to help dig the faucet out where here.  They dug for a bit, but... decided the problem was much bigger than what even I had proposed.  It is too big to hand dig.  Essentially the line goes down ten (seven or eight by my estimate, but good enough) feet, not the three or four feet I had thought when beginning the operation.  Yes, far beyond my, or any reasonable, man's capacity.  At least I feel better in that it wasn't just me... being lazy.  However, they might know someone who could get a backhoe in here.  Further, it was decided, if that was the way of it, that not only digging down, but also over.  Essentially what is needed is an angled dig to what was already dug, only about ten feet by ten feet, just to get to the pipe, using what I dug as a step down into the pit.  If we do that, what I would like to do is change the pipe, back the ten feet they are proposing, and raising it to the four foot (generously) frost line, and bring it over from there.  That way, the next time someone tries to mess with this they don't end up in over their head, literally.  As I said, it is good to know that my sense of the job being overwhelming was on track.  Sometimes I just don't know these things and keep chipping away.  *cough* engineering school *cough*  Heh.

Sleep was harsh.  It didn't feel like sleep, it felt like being pummeled in a dryer or something.  Again, I came out wrinkled and a bit gnarly.  I've had worse.  If we can get that faucet changed out before the weather precludes it, I will feel much relieved.  Well, I sure know how to pick them, innit?

Just something for your absolute viewing pleasure.  It is safe for kids, work, and everybody.  Some, of course, won't listen.  But...
h/t Libertarian Republican and Roger Williams


Later.