Rough.

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Oh, I woke.  Eventually.  I just let time pass and consciousness arrive at it's leisure, mostly.  A glance at the time every once in a while to keep things going.  No other focus other than, initially, waking.  Then I realized the day was slipping away and started to push.  Headache!  Oh, yes boys and girls.  When I started to push I got a headache.  The harder I pushed, the worse it got.  Today is, decidedly, not a work day.  From my body's side of things.  So...  I started slowly.  I finally dried the dishes that have been soaking for... a while... and put them all away.  I can sit to do that so it was an easy starter task.  That task wasn't really on my list for today.  But, as I said, I needed something easy to start off the show.  The headache remained, but... and?

After that, a shower.  I really needed one before heading to town.  I wasn't sure what I could accomplish.  Energy drained, with a headache, and little focus.  The goal was to find what I needed at the hardware store, stop at the grocery store, and get a meal on the way home.  Which is exactly what I did.  Oh, but first... I had to turn off the water to the cave, remove the valves (and find the piece that had broken, not my garbage), gather up everything I was taking back, and find the receipts if I could.  I'm getting good, and fast, at undoing things.  Still, I have to remember, just because you turned off the water doesn't mean there isn't still water pressure in the lines.  *hu-hiss swish!*  Two showers in a day is quite enough.  Never mind.  At least I didn't take all of it.  I clamped that valve back down, went to the bathtub and drained the pressure off properly, and then quickly got back to work.  Putting the valves back in their boxes, checking what to return and finding the one receipt, I headed out.  I went to water the flowers on my way out the door but, yeah... no water.  Go figure.  *sigh*

At the hardware store, the guy "helping me" either didn't know what he was doing or was actively sabotaging me.  So, I grabbed the known components I knew had to fit, from their shelves, and started going through things on my own.  The area he had led me to look for components... nothing fit anything by the sizes stated.  So, I started testing, checking, and such, on my own.  He eventually (rather quickly) drifted off.  The 1/2" fittings didn't fit the 1/2" water fittings for the flexhoses or the valves.  The 5/8" fittings sort of did, but the threading was wrong.  As I was checking another aisle, I saw him and asked about other materials that might have 1/2" or 5/8", he knew of none.  I kept looking anyway.  I knew he was wrong.  I found 1/2" galvanized that worked, and got them.  Thanks, but no thanks, I'll do it myself from now on.  Yeah, brass and galvanized... but and?  Actually brass couples with galvanized in my home anyway, as the water pipes are galvanized and any type of valve I choose will be brass/copper.  So, I got almost everything.  Between a long return line for returning items, and having to find my own components by hunt, peck, and check, I forgot to get a couple of new ceramic discs.  Tomorrow, if they are open.

After that I did make it to the store.  Two gallons of milk, three quarts of whole whipping cream, more chicken... hindquarters and drums, and I finally found a couple of "butt" pork roasts, which they are now calling shoulder roasts?  Whatever.  I bought two.  They are much smaller than I remember.  They are really cutting portions down.  Then grabbed a meal, as all that made me hungry as a bear.  I got everything in, most things arranged, the cold stuff put away in the fridge or freezer, the grill lit and dampered down for a low and slow cook, then set one of the roasts to... well... roast... or grill anyway.

I am hoping, yet this night, to put on the new valves, at least, and make sure they hold.  Then see if the other valves I purchased, for in-cave water shut-off, will fit.  And maybe try to get those installed and checked.  That headache is a pain, and not really welcome right at this moment.  So... a touch of whiskey in the remainder of the soda I got with the meal, a handful of anicin, and some hope that will get me through most of what I have yet to do on a non-functional day.  Oh, I'm going to bulldoze through, a bit, if the hardware store is open tomorrow.  Two more ceramic valves.  If neither of those work, I'm not sure what else to do.  For now I will simply, if those both fail, shut the valves, set the faucet aside, and not worry about it for some time.  Maybe tinker with the rest of the faucet, to see if something is lodged further up, and tinker with the last "new" failed faucet (it was a more standard type).  But...  I've been doing without a kitchen faucet for a while now, I suppose I can continue.  At least when I go to do something about that I will have all the prep work done, and have valves that work, that won't fail after six cycles, and maybe be able to turn the water off in the basement with the flick of the wrist.  Bleh.

But, first... A little butt in seat time.  A little rest period to digest dinner and let the medicines work on that knot in my neck and head.  Oh, and, yeah... my gluts are still hella sore.  Lots of up and down yesterday.  Add today in and...  Yeah, when I finally slow down and stop for a bit?  This is going to HURT!  Oh yeah.  Yum!  Probably double yum!  Oh, but that Tullamore Dew is some fine whiskey.  Irish whiskey.  And, for my money, better than any other I have sampled.  I guess some people like terrible tasting traditional stuff because they think sneezing it through their nose is the way to go, or that terrible taste will limit their sip.  Terrible taste just makes me inebriated faster, somehow.  And I sip less if I sip satisfied.  All I'm saying the further on that.

Later.