A fresh breath.

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Might last for a moment, a month, or possibly longer.  I never can tell.  Medicine hasn't started kicking in, regularity has just been started.  So that isn't it.  Actually, setting up medicine in the first place was a sign of the changes.  A little pain, stretch, push, and such does a body good, I suspect.  Something is turning over, and it isn't me, in bed, or moving from chair to chair, if that latter is still the majority.

I was hungry tonight.  Not this, not that, but something specific.  I don't even terribly care for it.  Something in my mind was set on it, and so it was.  But first I needed to clean the kitchen a bit.  And more.  I didn't like anything I was seeing.  It seemed too much, all of it.  A piece or two, however, would be mine.  Dishes first.  I wasn't planning on washing them, just setting them to a soapy soak.  At first it seemed that there were just a few.  And there were, and a few more, and a few more, oh and...  Not as much as one might expect, but quite a load is set to soak.  Then recycling and trash.  Lots of recycling, trash just needed sorted after last week and ongoing efforts.  Finally, looking clear enough to begin a meal, I set to larding the cast iron skillet, cleaning it and letting some soak in.  Finally ready, I made my tuna melt.  Nothing fancy, not my favorite, but... I even through out the last bites.  Canned tuna is extremely dry.  Actually fresh, and fried, it can be without care while cooking.  With canned, the canning solution, probably water and salt as I buy it, soak in to make the meat extremely dry.  Which is why most people use mayonnaise with it.  It is also another reason people can't "stomach" it.  It catches in the throat.  Still, that's what was wanted, that is what was had.

The hope is, tomorrow, to get to a few more chores.  Oh, I did clean out the kitchen sink.  Since the faucet still isn't operational, I had to bring a pan of hot soapy water, then rinse water, in.  But before that, I hit the stuff with baking soda and a can of soda.  I was always curious if that really worked.  Well, it does work.  Actually, the faucet is one of the tasks I hope to complete tomorrow.  That and the clothes dryer vent.  Lagging, I have been, hard.  Looking for that window of opportunity.  It has arrived, for now.

After those things, perhaps a mild break, with the hopes of hitting the last of the branches in the tree when I am back into the game again.  And, if I can do that, perhaps working on some branches in other trees.  That really was good for me, if it busted up what breath I had.  I think that is necessary for me.  Then again, I don't want to kill myself doing this, literally or figuratively, so I will be cautious, use ropes and tethers, and take my time.  I have lots of time, might as well use it.  Then again, I have a lot of work too.  But so little breath.  I don't think medicine is going to change that, as is.  Something else has to happen.

Later, or... good... day/night.  Yes, my sleeping schedule is back to days.  All turned around, but sleeping days is so natural for me.  Just because I can, mostly, handle the sun, doesn't mean I, or my body, prefers it.