Almost human.

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Clean, top to bottom, left to right.  My feet and back are what loved it the most, both were as dry as toast.  But having hair that is washed twice and then conditioned...  Actually, the shower helped me realize I am becoming less human though.  I really shouldn't be getting better.  Not this much better.  Not this quickly.  I should be down, not getting better and building up to more.  Then again, I'm still a weakling compared to a healthy man.  All I know is, while washing, I noticed how strong I am becoming.  A simple shower has drained away the pains and aches, too.  I'm ready for more.  I would do more but I am bodily getting ready for sleep.  I have never healed liked this before.  When my mother was here last time...  I started to fail hard, quickly.  I didn't drop like a rock when she left, I eased down.  But then I hit it pretty hard if I remember right.  I ought to check...  Curious now, but pretty sure.

Yes, if this holds, tomorrow I should be able to get the bathroom cleaned.  But first the new faucet will go in.  Much of the time of the work will be clearing the cabinet, if the hard part is messing with bolts on my back.  Hmmm...  I might just empty the cabinet before going to bed.  That and checking, policing, the pipe sweating kit.  I have decided to wait until I am done with all else before bringing the old water heater up.  I have to get the en suite one out first though.  There isn't room for two in there.  Then again, that is on the first floor.  No troubles there.  I do think I will have it all done, and then some, by the time my mother is here!

Something I realized is that the main bathroom... the wax seal is probably broken on that.  I get sewer gasses in there, I would presume.  I had thought... well... I had no idea to be honest.  Once in a while it just didn't smell the best.  I just assumed, I think, that it being an old house, smells just were part and parcel with the thing.  I can't wait for the new toilet to arrive, to see if that was the problem.  The toilet had been loose.  It was that way when I moved in.  I just... never got to tightening it.  Then again, the odor was there from the start too.  I must admit, I was afraid to mess with it, the wax ring, and all.  After seeing all that can go wrong on a small project, digging... is spooky.  But as experience grows, fewer things are quite so fear inducing.  With some familiarity, a little new on top of it isn't so bad.  Live and learn...

Good night.