Yep, medicines equal feeling cold.

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No matter how high I turn the furnace I feel cold now.  A good long hot shower will only make me feel slightly less chill, and only for a short time.  Even working, such as shoveling, doesn't even kick much over, heat-wise.  At least I prefer it cool, even chill.  As with anything though, it is nice, once in a while, to change the pace.  Besides, it feels so unnatural for me to be cool.  It would be like the moon all of sudden reflecting a green color or something.  Scientific reasoning would not change the oddity, discomfort, disquiet, such a thing would stir in men, possibly beasts too.

The sun is nearly up.  I am hoping to get to work on the ceiling as soon as it is light enough this morning.  After which a shave, shower, and then getting dressed to go to town.  I hope.  I am not too low on anything, in that I have days to possibly a week of perishable supplies, and further extra stuff that can bind me over if need be.  It is more the point of getting out.  Having a meal.  Doing a bit of shopping of this and that nature.  And, well, conquering my bodies desire to remain at rest.  Plus, if I am going to kick swimming into whatever gear it will go, Monday, I will need to work some of the rust out of my joints.

Yes, yes.  Seriously.  Monday.  I will be putting my swim kit together either this morning or tomorrow.  I want to have trunks, t-shirt, towels, foot gear if I have any, and whatever else I might want to take.  Oh, right, my swimmers pulse watch.  While it will just be a trinket at this point, it will be fun to tinker with.  It may, in time, have some real function for me.  Yes, Monday.  I wish I could get the Apple store working on this machine.  I am not sure I can put anything onto my waterproof IPod without it.  Ugh...  Oh well.

Later.