Just couldn't do much else.

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Coughing up bits of lung and dog tired, I decided not to push much more through tonight.  Getting the water heater to the basement is going to be a trick.  Getting the old one out isn't so bad as much less care is required.  I have been thinking about how to lower the new one safely.  Oh, not really worried about me.  I just don't get hurt.  But a glass lined tank... that could get hurt.  Hmm, I might be able to slide it, more or less.  But it's over a hundred pounds and I don't think I have what it takes tonight.  There is a pulley set up, but that would take someone lowering and someone guiding, the way it is configured.  I'm only the size of two, I don't have the extra hands or the ability to be in two places at once.

Zapped.  I was tired enough for bed a while ago.  The problem is I was still riding pretty high from the pace of the day.  I simply have to slowly come down from that.  I can't pace it, reading doesn't help, a shower actually exacerbates the problem.  A bath might help, but then you have to dry off, clean the tub or at least think about it.  If some one else fussed with that all, a bath might actually work.  A long soak.  Urhm, a long hot to warm soak.  If I ever replace this bath tub I will get a spa with heaters.  Just a note to self.  Well, spa, heaters, and a cleaner.  Bubble-bath works on that, a bit.

On a positive note, moving these water heaters, pushing and pulling to get things detached, disconnected, sorted, and back together has really been good for me.  I might be coughing up pieces of lung, perhaps literally, but my muscles are loving it.  A few bruises just add to the rugged look.  Tightened arms simply add to the trim.  My belly is what it is, if I have seen far worse, and far better.  By the time these jobs are done though, it will be as if I had been swimming for the time it took.  Things will be tightened up again.  Just in time for my mother to...  Oh well.  Maybe I can get a nap the day before she arrives.

The hope is to get the water heater in tomorrow.  I've given up on really planning to have it done.  It will simply be done when I can do it.  I am almost holding up, thinking about finding something to put under the new one.  Just a bit to hold the thing a little higher, allowing for easier access to the drain spout.  I would even like to change that out, putting in a metal one.  Plastic, for some things, really suck.  I believe I will work on the second water heater next.  Then the faucet.  I ought to check the status of the toilet I ordered.  I have no clue as to where that may be, if it is even on it's way yet.  I am hoping it arrives in time for me to have that installed and ready for my mother, but that just may not be the case, especially if it arrives broken, hopefully just the first time if so.  It is an item that has troubles in shipping.  Ah, but she will be pleased if the cave is ready for her.  I think she likes the idea of her boy, her youngest, her most... peculiar and often lazy, somewhat spoiled, to finally be doing work.  That smile she bears isn't all simple pleasure.  There is some serious snark in there, spite.  No fuss here about that though.  I almost understand and in part agree, though she played her part in that.  But it is also good to watch the snark fade when she sees what all was done...  A rare thing.  Teh womenz!  Bleh.

Good night.

Fie!  I just couldn't sleep.  So I did the next most illogical thing.  I got the new water heater to the basement.  Not as much of a fuss as I thought if I think I'm coughing up even more lung tissue.  *cough*  Now, maybe, my mind will relax and I can sleep!