Winding down.

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It has been a good day.  Food delivered and some made, a shower taken, little chores tended.  I am keeping my home very warm, it seems to just feel better while I am trying to relax.  I will read the lesson in Latin again before I sleep.  Oh, I did run vinegar through, then out, my coffee machine.  After several vinegar and then clean runs, it should be ready to deliver fresher tasting coffee again.  Not that it needed it, just that it doesn't hurt and I can't do too much else.

Tomorrow?  A call to the Ogden V.A., to get the diabetes medicine.  If I feel okay after a couple of hours of being awake I am planning on working on the drywall replacement.  The light fixture itself will be a simple thing once the ceiling is repaired.  The installation will be built right into the repair, only the full install will have to wait until several coats of goo and the drying between each coat, then some paint.  My real worry is getting the holes squared well enough that I can easily square the patch drywall material so that I don't have too big of gaps.  The cutter just isn't sharp enough, or something.  I'll look online before I close up shop.  Beyond that I hope to remember to call my brother.  That is it, other than doing the little things of life, things that not so long ago were more than I could do.  Function will come and go, as always, though. 

Tuesday the hope is to be able to get into town.  A few groceries are needed, an exchange for the non-contact voltage tester is planned, and of course the main events of getting myself to Mass, then taking my friend to the range.  A bit of shooting is always a good thing, and has been sorely missed.  As has male company.  Two bulls stray onto a range, the first bull says...  Anyway.  Ah, and if I am still doing okay, I may try to put together that habanero sauce in the late afternoon.  Hmm, reminds me, if I am going to be later getting back, I need to call the folks who feed me and let them know they have a night off.  My friend and myself can always... find a place to feed to poor starving man-things.

A day off Wednesday.  If everything happens as planned, or if nothing happens and rest was still needed, hopefully by then I can get to something.  Fie, that's as good as I can make things.  At least I am not mostly unconscious, in pain, mentally out of it, or such.  Heck, I'm even almost enjoying the attempt to 'quiet' my life consciously, if that doesn't make much sense to me, beyond the physical seeming need.  Could you imagine being lazy on top of being really sick?  You would think that would be automatically lethal, wouldn't you?  I would think that. 

Good night.