To bed late, up late, looks like the day is slipping.

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I have had worse.  The thing is I have an early rise coming up.  I realistically need to be awake by 4:30 or 5:00, then be on the road by 6:00.  It isn't an actual appointment, but a walk in clinic, the heart clinic.  My guess is they started to realize that guys with severe heart problems CAN'T MAKE EXACT TIME APPOINTMENTS.  Now, they didn't bother to share this with other clinics, but they know it and rather than face an absolute disaster of serving no "clients", they changed their practices to make it easy enough for us.  The rest of the clinics just get us when we can make it, then make it on time, and such.  Now, the heart clinic is pretty gnarly about being there, but they don't harp (or too much) if I miss.  They just reset, without too much bite or tongue.  Especially since they know I should/they would prefer/I could be on, the heart transplant list at this level of heart corruption.  They don't like that I won't allow myself to be a guinea pig, but that is not my problem.  As I said, from what they have said and the numbers I see, the life I have lived and am living, and all else, put into my probability machine and given a whirl, I will outlive most of the people harping about it, and maybe the next generation below them.  At least if I forgo the heart transplant.  Actually, I already have.  I'm just thinking double or nothing, it's an easy bet for me.  I've already won and I have little, if anything, to lose my way, the world and access to it would be lost, either way, with a heart transplant. 

Anyway, to bed by... late.  I think it was 2:30.  I tried to hold the line on getting up, so set the alarm for 11:00.  That's a bit tight, but...  And, I did wake pretty much with the alarm.  There is always a bit of... leeway there, for me, for anybody.  For me that leeway can be quite a bit, as much as an half hour, before the alarm gets me up, if it is going to get me up (I've woken hours later with it still rattling on, but it wasn't the alarm, but being rested, that allowed me to wake).  Today, just 5-15 minutes of alarm klaxon was needed, most of that was an unusually slow rising time.

The sun is trying to get out again today.  It's been out enough for my morale, and the struggle between storm and sun is beautiful, as epic battles often are in their terrible natures.  The drapes have been pulled, the furnace turned up just a tad.  I am running it at 68 at nights, now, 72 during the day.  This will be changing.  On low yield days, when these flu symptoms reside, I will be tacking the furnace back to 68 in the days, 64 at night, unless I really need to hit some things and otherwise have the energy to do it.  Then a 74/76 set will help get me to my doings.  Actually, 76 will almost force activity, if it has been on 68 or lower for the most part.  Bp is a little higher, 160/104 today, but pulse is down to 74.  My weight, inexplicably, went back up 3.8 pounds!  *shrug*  I had been thinking of cutting the water pill in a few days, looks like that won't happen as soon as I had thought.  When I do that, I will probably be cutting back to 1 1/2 pills, down from 2 pill and up from the initial 1 water pill per day, and pretty much leaving it there.  Ackh!  Do I have enough pills to be messing?  I hope so.  I hate when I forget one thing because I am focused on another, both being of equal importance, or even the one being neglected is of paramount importance.  Gah!  Oh well.

I am going to rest this day as well.  The symptoms aren't quite as heavy this morning, or yet, or such.  So... the kitchen being straightened and the few dishes done, is the goal.  I might also do a bit of tinkering on the drywall.  Beside forgetting anchors that are long enough (I will check the ones I have though, just in case) I also forgot to buy any drywall to do the actual repairs!  Close, very close.  As usual, I remember to make a list, and I remembered where it was... the list was right where I left it, at home.  Heh.  Then again, I didn't know how long the anchors would have needed to be nor did I know what depth of drywall to get, at the time I was shopping.  So, I won't be getting too far into the repairs.  I can finish cutting out the other repair area, then finding thinner 1x2s,3s, or 4s, and getting those mounted and screwed in place.  Now, getting the hole on those backboards so that they fit with the light, is going to be a trick...  I'll be... thinking on that.  But I am thinking that I will cut a throw-away board into the repair holes I have cut, fit rightly, then mark and drill a hole through those, making sure they are snug in the area, then attach the permanent backer boards to the drywall, remove the light (which won't be attached yet anywhile, and... never mind.  I'm not sure I am even writing it correctly.  I just have a plan that I think will work, involving a type of template and such.  A form of mechanical algebra?  Who knows.

Hmm, a bit of tinkering and waking, first, though.  I know God loves me, he gave me a huge world to play with, lots of little and big problems, even if He did sandbag me.  Bah, He only sandbags those with the... heart... to handle it!  Heh.  Good day.

(And, yeah, I think I'm funny... Shush it!)