Down then up late.

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It was sunny but it looks like clouds are moving in.  We are getting a lot of rain here, too much really.  If we could get this in more discreet packages, we have the systems to store it.  But when it comes as a huge packet we end up with flooding potential more than water storage.  Further, the dew point jumps.  It's still nowhere near as bad as Eloy when I stepped out.  What a shock.  Iowa in a desert!  Still, it's enough, with my weakened state, to keep me a little lower and rougher than what could be hoped.

Desert Cat might be right, not running out of medicine that is acceptable would help.  And I will have that in order next year.  But that isn't the whole, or even majority of it.  I simply did more for prep, then packing, then putting up, working, and taking down the camp, plus getting out as I did, then I honestly usually can do.  Adrenalin is my friend in some situations.  The truth is I do have some reserves.  But once depleted, those reserves simply do not refresh.  I haven't stretched like this since before I was ill.  I do see a huge increase in capacity to do.  What I don't see, unfortunately, is any increase in restoration.

I am planning on getting out and unpacking the vehicle tonight, when it is cool enough for my vampiric seeming tastes.  I am not going to complicate my plans with any side ventures, like cleaning a bit, doing the dishes, or even sorting.  My whole focus has to remain removal and some minor choosing of where some obvious things go.  The things to be further broken down will go near my chair in the living room, roughly.  A few things have specific places to go, and most of those will go there or to be washed first.  Then, if I have anything left over, I may begin working on sorting and storing from the mixed boxes.  As a treat, if I have the energy even then, will be to get to town and grab something to eat.  Stick?  Meet Carrot.  Further, I then am hoping to call my friend and plan to be into town either Saturday or Monday, and maybe get into Church Saturday or Sunday.  Ugh...  I am hoping Saturday, so as to be at confession.  Thankfully I just have the regular stuff, but it's important to me, possibly to my priest, and to God.  It too is the stick, Eucharist being my carrot.  I'm... easy, if... it isn't, always.

I just want to get out!  I hate being trapped in my bunker.  I haven't seen people in groups in a while.  I do miss that.  Plus, I just want to get my creaking old carcass out and about, perhaps blow out some of the carb build up, tootle around a bit, maybe check a few things out that are on my mind.  Hmm, 14:51 here now... that gives me, say, five hours to goof until I want to start checking the temps outside.  Yeah, I can tinker that time away.  I best set the clock though.  I can easily lose track. 

Later!  Yes, I'm excited to have a plan and to at least believe it just might work.  It will see to my phone being back in service, a meal or three with my outings, and medicine getting back on the menu, all of which will surely lead to getting my feet back under me sooner rather than later.  All theory, mind you, but...  It's all I have right now.  Yes, later, indeed.