The rush.

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I am amazed at what I did in what time there was.  I honestly didn't think it was possible.  It tuckered me harshly though.  I will still get the main hot water heater installed.  I am just about to get to it.  I missed out on supper in my rush to get home though.  I didn't even stop to fill the gas tank.  This store, then that, then on my way to other things the call to get home.  No worries.

That is quite a list of things to do.  Two water heaters to be installed, a sink faucet to put in place, and a toilet to go down.  I have everything ready, I just have to do it.  The old water heaters are empty, the faucet shouldn't be too much trouble, wax rings have been bought.  Drats, I do need to get silicone calking and maybe a gun for it.  Always something.

I should sleep well when I finally do get to bed.  I am seriously tuckered.  I'll be pushing through on the water heater, and maybe another little task or two as I try to stay up long enough to get a hot shower.  Hopefully all this fuss will get me ready for my mother's visit.  She will want me to be pretty on top of things, maybe more so than last time.  This visit will only be two weeks though, and there might be a little less to do.  When the heaters are in, I plan to do the floors.  Sweep, mop, vacuum, and then steam clean.  Then I will clean her bathroom, and vacate that for her use, save the toilet but just for my morning regulars... if you know what I mean.  Finally I will clean her room and have it ready for her.  Next year I hope to have a window in there, a real one.  A bit at a time, I suppose.

Just... working up to doing the hot water heater.  I am going to look up this particular model and see how it is supposed to be programmed.  I suppose I could try to read the manual, it's just... between how those are typically written and how much reading takes, I would rather simply find someone who says... "Press this, pull that, turn this, then run!".  Well, maybe not the run part.

Oh, the other day, while I was making pasta for dinner...  Remember I told you that I have poured boiling water on my skin, in the winter months in Iowa, with my thermostat set in the 60's (so my home was cool on top of it all).  It was an accident, mind you.  I did it twice, while making tea for my lady friend and myself.  It didn't even turn red, while she had a burn scar that was healing from having done the same thing.  Should have seen the look on her  face when I did it, she noticed before I did.  I had just awaken.  Anyway... I wanted to see... something.  Now, my hands were already clean, so this was just a notion.  I wanted to see if I could wash my hands in the water while the pasta finished.  I can.  Right down in, to the elbow.  Limited by the pot though as much as anything.  Well, yeah, it was sort of warm.  But it didn't burn.  As long as I had them in, and after several dippings, where I acted like I was washing them in there, they did turn a bit pink.  Is that... abnormal?  Is men's skin simply thicker?  Well, I had to know, now I do. Yes, I can grab a boiled egg out of boiling water, too.  I just generally won't.  I won't say it is comfortable, that is true.

Hmm...  Later.