Much better morning.

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Much better.  I have not a single grump this morning.  I'll... keep my eyes peeled for such though.  And I am almost certain I'll drop a hammer on my toe or such before too long.  It has been so long since I have been able to toss cookies I have forgotten how much relief it offers.  I hope, actually, now that I have opened the possibility, that the capability remains, and for other things.  Sometimes when you have a flu, it helps a great deal to remove stomach contents.  Same when you eat the wrong thing.  For the last thirty years I have literally been unable to vomit.  Then again, my system did some things to try and correct.  Essentially, if I had a sour stomach, my gastro would go into overdrive and move that particular car through the train lot in an expedited way.  This time not so much.

Finally paid off a bill that had gotten stuck.  I'm not the only one who had problems with this card.  I tried to call some number of times.  I tried to pay online.  I could not pay this bill to the original lenders.  Oh, they called... with a prerecorded  message.  I think half of their job is to put black spots on people's credit reports!  When it went to collection, I finally was able to get ahold of someone, or vice versa but it works out the same.  The bill was for $20, but they were trying to yank $101.  Nope, and I explained why.  I did get it reduced a bit, paid it, and am done.  DO not get an Amazon credit card through G.E. Capitol.  They simply, unless you can do things snail mail I suppose, don't seem to be accessible for payment any other way, or weren't for me.  Further, the reason I even used that card was because Amazon then automatically defaults to their card.  I didn't even realize I owed them anything for the first two months after use.  Yeah, well, being ill often, I don't always read through all my mail, especially from a card I was 'sure' I had not used.  Gah!  But... done.  I don't mind paying my fair share, I just need a little modern connectivity to do that.  A phone number and someone to speak with or an internet address that allows it.  Sometimes I can't get out of my home, so snail mail isn't guaranteed.

Sprite tastes better this morning.  Yesterday, everything tasted like cardboard.  Not sure what was up with that, exactly.  Then again, a lot of modern food DOES taste like cardboard.  Perhaps I was merely noticing.  Sometimes all food does taste like cardboard though too.  I go through food boredom, have to force myself to eat, or even skip eating for a while non-accidentally.  Oh, one thought though.  I actually gain doing that, probably by binging after a while.  So I try to eat even when cardboard is all I can taste.  Hot sauce can help.

Hmm, not sure what I will get to today.  Trash and recycling would be nice to have put out.  Some tinkering to improve the cave would be nice.  I might even try to removed some brass fittings.  I may also begin thinking about putting in the ac.  I am not sure I have to yet, but...  Even with both windows open I am not sleeping cool, at all, at night.  I might put the thing in the window, and just use vent, for now.  It is getting down into the 40's and 50's.  But it's just not doing it for me.  Hmm, or just a fan.  Then again it is supposed to be spiking into the hugh 70's and low 80's for this next week.  Of course, the cave, having a stone core, stays up to 20 degrees cooler, mostly, sort of, in some odd sort of way.  I mean it is almost always cooler, it's just how much cooler depends on weird factors.  Factors I am not sure can always be tracked, or that I know for certain.  Ground temps at various depths? Ground and near ground air temps?  Wind direction and speed?  How much sunshine.  Would barometric pressure play a role?  Never mind, if I live here long enough I might figure it out... might.

Blood pressure looks good, weight normal, check...  Making a pot of coffee and... something seemed wrong.  A smell?  Something 'unhappy' on the air.  Not a personal issuance or such, mind you.  Something not good though.  But... where.  A bit of hunting and pecking, a door or two?  Smell can be the oddest thing to track down.  There is nothing visual, or sure.  I kept going as if I knew was I was doing.  Closer?  Maybe. If so it's starting to smell like fireworks... or just... fire?  Down, around...  Wow.  The hot water heater downstairs blew something.  Black marks, like a fireworks smear, was coming out of the lower panel.  Well, and something was simply buzzing.  There is a fuse box for it right beside it.  Off indeed.  So, now, officially, I don't have a single hot water heater.  *le sigh*  Mom will not be happy about this so this can't be in play when she arrives.  Never le mind.  It might just be a fuse or something simple.  I'm just not counting on it.  I had hoped, if possible, to make that one down their gas, so that if I lose electric I would still, possibly, have that one, or for a while.  But a gas one, requiring running a gas line in, would be much more expensive.  Ugh.  I am really starting to get annoyed with some parts of life.  Later.