Well?

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My day schedule to be slipping.  I am holding tight, making an hour up here or there, but this morning I wasn't out of bed until a bit after 10:00, with 11:00 and noon being more average than not lately.  There is some chance that I might take back the mornings, doing better and all.  But I have told myself that more times than I can remember, and I can't quite recall a time it has happened.  This time, I always suggest.  If I can't take mornings back, the trick will be to shove my days around as quickly as possible.

I am seriously strengthening up from swimming.  I don't want to lose that.  I may have to get that exercise band kit a little ahead of time and let my finances simply manage that, for times I might not be able to get to the gym.  I don't want to simply stop doing some exercise, but there might come a time where the pool simply isn't open when I am viably awake to otherwise use it.  I am amazed at how, comparatively, strong I am becoming, and how quickly, even at the milquetoast to diffident seeming effort I am able to apply.  While I am still very weak, with almost zilch for stamina, I would say I have increased, several times, what I started at.  No, it doesn't show up in the pool as that many more laps (if in part due to an attempt at bilateral breathing), it simply cumulatively adds together to an increase in capacity for dealing with life.  If too, at this point, swimming is about the sum of my life.  You have to start somewhere, I suppose.

I am going to find the studs in the wall, then cut that piece, then sand it, today, I do believe.  I should be able to get a couple of coats of paint on it as well.  I don't know how many coats of paint will be needed, or how well I will stay on top of the project, but the thing could be done by Monday.  After that I have two major works to begin processing, finally.  Well, aside from finishing the work on the seedling hatchery and keeping up on my home (the latter has been a bit of a flop, if I am still up on dishes, mostly).  I need to begin scrapping wallpaper in the kitchen for when my mother visits in June.  And I need to get off my fear and begin tinkering by brazing some copper pipes.  The first part will be to remove one small section of old connections, then putting on a couple of new devices to make changes easier in the future, then adding some general lengths and maybe end-caps on those so I can test it as the weather gets warmer.

It would be nice to have my own bathroom reset by the time my mother visits, just so I can have my own private loo.  It's a luxury I have never known before, when living in the same house or place with others.  One I like.  And it's really too small for my mother, and most women wouldn't like it... definitely a man's... poop and shower cave!  Mine!  Just to get it on it's feet again, though.  Ugh.  Plus, then I don't have to traipse through my home to shower, shave, whatever.  Especially at night, I do hate that.

Anywhile, I should get going on that little project.  I must admit, having a solid, five double pronged coat and  hat rack, by the back door, will be nice.  I suppose women can have a point, if they little know what it is that they ask, nor often do they care.  Get it done, she says.  So I will.  If, too, it... really isn't all that much, just more than they realize?  Not in a day, unless money isn't an issue.  Later.