Hmm, almost coming back to life.

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With neighbors feeding and helping with major chores, with some mental blocks and task clogs getting cleared up, and with some other things going on, life is starting to move forward again.  A little heat to start the process is helping as well.  I can sleep in a freezer, pretty much, but I need some heat to kick off my day.  That is just the way of it.  If I have nothing going on I can just live in an icy wonderland.  I am keeping the temp at 68, for some baseline, until some things go forward at least.  The heat doesn't go into my bedroom, so that works for sleep.  Yes, 68 is too "warm" for me to sleep, save when it is otherwise blazaing outside comparatively.

The new showerhead is in place, but... yeah.  They are expensive for the cheap plastic they really are.  It will work fine, I am sure (dubious).  It is just that paying as much as they cost for cheap, pseudo-performing, plastic fixtures (junk) is quite frustrating.  I know it will please my mother, for the most part, though.  And, that is why it was bought.

I woke several hours ago but forgot to turn the heat on.  And, no, I didn't get to bed by 22:00.  I didn't get to sleep until 3:00 again.  It amazes me that for two "days" in a row I can stay up a full 48 hours (or more) with just a normal sleep cycle between.  I have no ill effects, either.  If my heart wasn't in such bad shape I would be a freaking dynamo, you know it?  Anyway, heat has been jacked to try and get some blood flowing so I can get out and dig.  This won't be heavy digging if I may need to carefully use the pick to loosen the dirt and rocks under the pipes from time to time.  Hey, it ain't perfect but... it's what I have.

If I can't get to that, I will at least be ready tomorrow.  Regardless of how that goes I will be doing work on the faucet, to get that going, and finishing another load or two of laundry.  What a miracle a little heat can help bring about.  I should be ready for a bit more life before too long.  Or, maybe, a reentry into life.  I have been dogging it this summer.  Between heat, cold, and illness, it has been brutal.  Buried alive, indeed.  Alive being the key word, and not quite being able to just surrender, makes life at least interesting. 

Good day.