Daily showers? In my dreams.

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Since becoming healthier, save a few down spells, every other to every third day is as good as it gets.  Oh?  Wait until you are ill, aged, and retired.  It's too much for no good cause otherwise.  Further, it's not about want.  It's about targeting energy use.  Yeah, I remember showering every day when healthy.  Didn't even think about it.  Twice a day wasn't much of a rarity either, especially when going out after work.  Wasn't even a thought, just did it.  Now I almost have to plan for it.  And when ill, or down, or messing with medicines, I have to force the issue.  I do try.  Certainly, before leaving my home, I must shower.  If I can't shower it means, no matter the plans, that I won't be able to get out.  Not just my rules, a simple reality check.  I have broken that for a very few exceptions, when others have been in dire need and... I felt compelled.  Otherwise that is the simple rule.  It means I am not too weak to be out.  It's a hell of a friend I will leave the cave, unwashed, to help.  They probably don't even know what I am surrendering from them.

The only exception is when I have had a woman around.  Her taking some of the load allows me to shower more often.  And I like to be clean when... well...  Women are worth some efforts, lads.  Even worth shaving for to boot.  That's all I'm saying.

Well, what I am getting at is that it is shower day.  Actually, perhaps technically but probably wisely, yesterday was the day.  I was focused on hitting the kitchen though.  And I did.  A trade, but... one I won't live with for long.  I now have the stove cleaned, the sink emptied and cleaned, and the dishes all presoaked, washed, and soaking in fresh suds.  In two hours I will hit them again for a final wash, then maybe rinse, dry, and put up in batches.  I need to get a shower in.  The girls are looking at me funny.  Then again, that is probably because as my sleep schedule goes into shifting overdrive, what had become settled feeding times are constantly changing.  Until I get back to solid ground regarding a schedule, they are probably going to be a bit unhappy.  Fairly, mind you.  I understand.  But there is little I can do but offer empathy and kindness.

After the dishes, I hope, tomorrow or the next day, to clear the kitchen table and vacuum and sweep the floors.  With all that dealt with, I can thaw some meats, and start dealing with camping gear.  Oh, and... I realized today that I have been off my medicines... for a while.  I have to get back on those.  I will set up my medicine set tonight.  I will, I will, I will.  And take today's dose.  I wondered, but am not quite of health to know what is wrong, only that something was indeed off.  I'll... get right on that.  Hey, I'm trying to be the restaurant manager, the busboy, the waiter, grill chef, the prep chef, saucier, the sous-chef, and the head chef.  Sure, I am, mostly, the only patron.  But there is all the damned overhead.  And I can barely stand, and that's been the best I have been able to do for months now.  So... just... just get off my back.

Sounds serious, that last sentence, doesn't it?  I'm probably also the only one on my back!  But... that's not the point.  I'm 'serus'!  :p

Later.