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I did get over being grumpy and fed the girls before too long. But, as I said, supporting bad behavior just leads to more bad behavior. I'm not sure what was up with the girls last night. Unless it was just ghosts. Some of the sounds could not have been made by the girls. There were sounds right in my room, in the closet beside my bed, for example. Sometimes the sounds were thumps, sometimes it sounded more like someone unwrapping a gift. No, I'm not crazy. You just have to trust me. Though the noises don't disturb the girls, past lady friends have heard the noises. Initially to great consternation, until they got used to "me". I do think the dead have an affinity for me. There is nothing like a linen closet putting out sounds as if dishes or glasses fell and broke only to be opened an see a bunch of well folded sheets and pillow cases in their place.
I am a bit tired, a bit dizzy, but doing pretty good generally speaking. I am hoping to get to some kitchen cleanup, some dishes, and the pot roast tonight. Either that or nothing. Getting nothing isn't, actually, ever a goal. It is merely how things turn out when I realize it is bed time and nothing got done. It's not a plan, even with a plan in place it can and does happen. I simply lose track of time. And, even should I start something, I lose track and find myself right where I had been, not sure how I got there or what I was doing, and then... time passes. At least, these days, I am consciously aware that nothing has happened, roughly for how long, and can keep an eye on the things I want to do if opportunity knocks.
The game I am playing now is called God of War. Strange parallels to my life in there. Memory doesn't allow absolute surety, and what I am sure says some things are different. But the general nature of the thing is on target. I have used the game, coupled with music, before. Now I understand how right that combination was. The music was right, I simply didn't know about the game. It's not my favorite type of game. More button mashing, with some ideas in mind, a few sets of buttons that are favored, but mostly just *mash!*. Bleh. The story is okay, but a bit simple. Then again, most games are written for the younger set. I no more expect them to like, or even understand, complex themes than I expect them to like steak. Their taste buds, and minds, simply haven't matured. At least it there aren't huge inconsistencies or no story at all, really.
Hmm, It's almost seeming like time for a nap. Later.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
Last night was just weird.
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I made it to bed at a reasonable time. But something woke me a bit past midnight. It sounded like someone was in my home. And I distinctly heard a cough, a human cough. This is the first time I have had such an event while living here. I grabbed my glasses, flashlight, and pistol and went out for a lookaround. I didn't put anything warm on, so I wasn't going outside. When I came out of the bedroom, I noticed the girls were comfortably sleeping in their usual places. That alone told me that no one was here. If someone is even in the yard, Sassy will hiss and try to find a place to hide. She doesn't like people at all. She doesn't consider me people, by the way. Sam doesn't mind people, so I can tell little from her. Still, since I was up, I made a sweep. I noticed, looking out the back, that someone has been making a path to my outdoor hydrant.
I'm going to look that over today. I don't know why someone would be borrowing water. And, generally I wouldn't mind IF they had asked. As is, I am going to get a padlock for that, and check it from time to time. There are a lot of problems with having people on one's property doing whatever they want. Can't always tell though, the way I am and how sneaky people can be. As long as my water bill isn't affected, I don't mind sharing. I simply don't like people just taking. There were small child and large child or small adult prints. When you wear a size 13, most prints seem... childlike though. No fuss, just I don't like people just taking.
Of course, the night didn't end there. There were all sorts of noises all night long. After my stir, the girls were like a pair of raiders. I decided to let them come in and sleep with me, but they were more interested in just making noise and disturbing me. I have no idea what was up with last night, and it wasn't just the girls. Lousy sleep was had by all. Even though I am up late, I won't feed the girls for several hours. I don't... offer benefits to troublemakers. As to that cough? With it being snowy, sometimes sound travels long and loud. Either that or something to do with the snow and ice rain that came down, and the way that can slide off the roof, just made a unique sound wave.
Medicines are a little rough, but they haven't spiked anything too much yet. Every morning feels like a hangover, save the day I actually drank come to think of it. Go figure. The ice rain looks to have messed up the drive. There is more of this or that coming, so I don't know if I want to do too much right now. Not sure I can do too much anyway. I'll see in an hour or two if I have anything to put up to any tasks. The ability to work has been pretty slim these last few days. Thankfully, though, this is the last of the medicine increases. I just have to make it through the next couple of weeks to month, and I should begin being able to rebuild life. I hope.
Did someone mention coffee? Oh yes. That would be nice. By the way, when I was at the store, I was freaking about how much I spent on whole whipping cream. Three containers last me two, sometimes into three, weeks. But at $15, it seemed high. Then I laughed. That is three Starbucks coffees! I spend $15 on cream, and perhaps $5 on coffee for two weeks, plus another $2 on sweetener, max, for what some people spend for just four cups of the stuff. I should tip myself better! Later.
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I made it to bed at a reasonable time. But something woke me a bit past midnight. It sounded like someone was in my home. And I distinctly heard a cough, a human cough. This is the first time I have had such an event while living here. I grabbed my glasses, flashlight, and pistol and went out for a lookaround. I didn't put anything warm on, so I wasn't going outside. When I came out of the bedroom, I noticed the girls were comfortably sleeping in their usual places. That alone told me that no one was here. If someone is even in the yard, Sassy will hiss and try to find a place to hide. She doesn't like people at all. She doesn't consider me people, by the way. Sam doesn't mind people, so I can tell little from her. Still, since I was up, I made a sweep. I noticed, looking out the back, that someone has been making a path to my outdoor hydrant.
I'm going to look that over today. I don't know why someone would be borrowing water. And, generally I wouldn't mind IF they had asked. As is, I am going to get a padlock for that, and check it from time to time. There are a lot of problems with having people on one's property doing whatever they want. Can't always tell though, the way I am and how sneaky people can be. As long as my water bill isn't affected, I don't mind sharing. I simply don't like people just taking. There were small child and large child or small adult prints. When you wear a size 13, most prints seem... childlike though. No fuss, just I don't like people just taking.
Of course, the night didn't end there. There were all sorts of noises all night long. After my stir, the girls were like a pair of raiders. I decided to let them come in and sleep with me, but they were more interested in just making noise and disturbing me. I have no idea what was up with last night, and it wasn't just the girls. Lousy sleep was had by all. Even though I am up late, I won't feed the girls for several hours. I don't... offer benefits to troublemakers. As to that cough? With it being snowy, sometimes sound travels long and loud. Either that or something to do with the snow and ice rain that came down, and the way that can slide off the roof, just made a unique sound wave.
Medicines are a little rough, but they haven't spiked anything too much yet. Every morning feels like a hangover, save the day I actually drank come to think of it. Go figure. The ice rain looks to have messed up the drive. There is more of this or that coming, so I don't know if I want to do too much right now. Not sure I can do too much anyway. I'll see in an hour or two if I have anything to put up to any tasks. The ability to work has been pretty slim these last few days. Thankfully, though, this is the last of the medicine increases. I just have to make it through the next couple of weeks to month, and I should begin being able to rebuild life. I hope.
Did someone mention coffee? Oh yes. That would be nice. By the way, when I was at the store, I was freaking about how much I spent on whole whipping cream. Three containers last me two, sometimes into three, weeks. But at $15, it seemed high. Then I laughed. That is three Starbucks coffees! I spend $15 on cream, and perhaps $5 on coffee for two weeks, plus another $2 on sweetener, max, for what some people spend for just four cups of the stuff. I should tip myself better! Later.
Friday, February 7, 2014
Then again, maybe not.
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I woke in a hurry, because I was waking late. While I don't have work or school to push me, I do have a wish to keep days as my default schedule. It makes me feel like a big boy, but it also makes doing business, when possible, much easier. That initial adrenaline rush got me to some things. It is gone. Not only is it gone, walking has become an issue. I doubt if I will get to the snow. I simply want to crash. Another hour and I will take a nap. Maybe two if I can push it without... causing more of a problem by doing so.
The new higher dose is kicking my nose into the dirt. I am hoping that this will just be two more weeks, maybe a month, and I can begin... living again. For now, for today for sure, I'll just be scrambling for consciousness.
Remember that story about them figuring out how to make people forget traumatic events? A medication that was supposed to erase memories? I warned not to take such a monstrosity, if that ever became available? Well, now they are thinking about making implants that help those of us who have forgotten what happened to regain that memory. Through neural implants? Urhm, no. Again, no way. Neither do I trust them, their real intent, certainly not to get literally inside my head, but I don't trust such a device. My guess is it might just create memories whole cloth. But that isn't even all of it.
I have to be so careful with memory. I have to feather out what I know, spread it out on the table, verify, check, look, feel, touch. I have to compare notes, push around minor blocks, understand bigger blocks can't be tricked out of the data they hold, and try to put things together without that, as best as I can. Anything that did that 'whiz-bang' would screw up my system and make it so I can't trust anything. It would be much worse. You just can't understand unless you have had it. No, they can keep their tech. This is such a delicate process that I would not recommend letting anyone tickle those feathers.
Even if it worked? There is a reason I don't remember it all? Hell yes there is. I can only imagine having that whole can of worms opened at once. Hell, I have trouble with one or two worms at a time, when they pop out of nowhere. The whole can? Damn! And God only knows what they could or would shove into your mind for experimental purposes. Medical is not your friend. From NAZI, to Russian, to Japanese, to Chinese, and don't discount good ol' American medical "researchers", if the world knew what those fuckers have perpetuated on us, they would hang them higher than bankers. All of them. Well paid, highly esteemed, torturers and murderers. Keep them out of your mind.
Go be a guinea pig for them, if you really must. Just understand, whatever they are doing? It has nothing to do with making you better. It is probably just trying to figure out how to make the perfect soldier. One who kills very well then has those memories stolen so he is psychologically fresh every time. Perhaps even making false memories to cover for the scars. They might not even have been officially born, so be completely disposable. The tech is there, or... pretty close. Maybe not all in one basket yet. Still... I chuckle. The masters, if they go their, will become the slaves. And if you build a warrior who needs nothing? There is no interest in slaves. Not males anyway. Oh yeah. If they get their way they will end themselves. Some cats don't stay in bags. *blink blink*
*meow*
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I woke in a hurry, because I was waking late. While I don't have work or school to push me, I do have a wish to keep days as my default schedule. It makes me feel like a big boy, but it also makes doing business, when possible, much easier. That initial adrenaline rush got me to some things. It is gone. Not only is it gone, walking has become an issue. I doubt if I will get to the snow. I simply want to crash. Another hour and I will take a nap. Maybe two if I can push it without... causing more of a problem by doing so.
The new higher dose is kicking my nose into the dirt. I am hoping that this will just be two more weeks, maybe a month, and I can begin... living again. For now, for today for sure, I'll just be scrambling for consciousness.
Remember that story about them figuring out how to make people forget traumatic events? A medication that was supposed to erase memories? I warned not to take such a monstrosity, if that ever became available? Well, now they are thinking about making implants that help those of us who have forgotten what happened to regain that memory. Through neural implants? Urhm, no. Again, no way. Neither do I trust them, their real intent, certainly not to get literally inside my head, but I don't trust such a device. My guess is it might just create memories whole cloth. But that isn't even all of it.
I have to be so careful with memory. I have to feather out what I know, spread it out on the table, verify, check, look, feel, touch. I have to compare notes, push around minor blocks, understand bigger blocks can't be tricked out of the data they hold, and try to put things together without that, as best as I can. Anything that did that 'whiz-bang' would screw up my system and make it so I can't trust anything. It would be much worse. You just can't understand unless you have had it. No, they can keep their tech. This is such a delicate process that I would not recommend letting anyone tickle those feathers.
Even if it worked? There is a reason I don't remember it all? Hell yes there is. I can only imagine having that whole can of worms opened at once. Hell, I have trouble with one or two worms at a time, when they pop out of nowhere. The whole can? Damn! And God only knows what they could or would shove into your mind for experimental purposes. Medical is not your friend. From NAZI, to Russian, to Japanese, to Chinese, and don't discount good ol' American medical "researchers", if the world knew what those fuckers have perpetuated on us, they would hang them higher than bankers. All of them. Well paid, highly esteemed, torturers and murderers. Keep them out of your mind.
Go be a guinea pig for them, if you really must. Just understand, whatever they are doing? It has nothing to do with making you better. It is probably just trying to figure out how to make the perfect soldier. One who kills very well then has those memories stolen so he is psychologically fresh every time. Perhaps even making false memories to cover for the scars. They might not even have been officially born, so be completely disposable. The tech is there, or... pretty close. Maybe not all in one basket yet. Still... I chuckle. The masters, if they go their, will become the slaves. And if you build a warrior who needs nothing? There is no interest in slaves. Not males anyway. Oh yeah. If they get their way they will end themselves. Some cats don't stay in bags. *blink blink*
*meow*
Some days.
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To bed late but I woke on a good enough time, mostly. I set the alarm for 9:00, as an outlier in case I didn't wake in my, now almost usual, eight hours. I had pushed a bit yesterday so I had some concern. I woke around 6:30, but only to use the facilities. No way was I getting up at that time. Back to bed. Then I woke, looked at the clock, and tried to figure things out. Had I shut the alarm of? Or put it on snooze? No, my covers, they way they were when I woke and tried to reach the alarm to check, cinched my notion that no such thing had happened. So... what did happen? Set the alarm for 21:00. It's part of why I hate standard time. I just wish I could find an alarm clock that offered military time and the other features I prefer. Seeing as it was past 9:00 though, I did get up. I didn't want to, but so what. Shut up. Go. When I can that is how I work. I may need a nap mid-afternoon. The new dose is doing it's thing.
I didn't notice when I went to the bathroom earlier, but this time I did. I bought a couple of family packs of pork chops last night. Everything else had been put away, but these I had meant to package down, two chops to a package, then refreeze. Nope. There they sat. A sniff test. Still good, but that's, what, 12 to 16 chops? WTF!?! I fed the girls, right away, being up late and all. Then I tore into the chops. A flour, egg, and panko dredges were set up. Dip, plunge, crunch. All of them, if only half are cooked so far. On with the skillet, in with the lard, down goes the hammer. I heat my pan in stages, but I do, for end cooking, go up pretty high with the heat, even with cast. once it is warmed you have some leeway. Start out on four, let it warm, then some lard and up to 6 or 7, until it melts, then I generally cook or 7 or 8, depending on mood, finishing (very short times) on 9 if I want more brown/crisp. My cast iron skillet would my my grandmother proud, too, now, by the way. If I can just keep modern women and their soap away from it for a year or two now. Well, and bad cooks who might warp it, or use the wrong ingredients in it. Gah!
Chops? Wow. Those were truly good. I just had two, and a bit of milk. I'll finish the rest before too long. Now, my unhappy morning didn't end there. After chops were tended and then after that quick meal, I decided, for no good reason, to look outside. It has snowed again. Bleh. I am hoping, by about noon or 13:00, to hit some of that snow. Take a nap, and then hit it again. And at least put a dent in it before help arrives. Perhaps even finish it off, if I'm not sure I have that much in me. I do what I can but... yeah... I think that says it all.
That will be my day. The noodles are good and dried, but still have some flexibility to them. I may just bag them for now. I will only be using half tonight, freezing the rest. I think I will cook them separately from the stew, and just ladle the stew on top, so that I can freeze some of the stew minus the noodles. I don't think they freeze well together. Best to cook those noodles separately, every time, to my mind. Tomorrow, if I can, I need to do dishes and clean the kitchen back up. I'll hit the noodle area, and tinker on a few other things, today. But my hands are pretty tied and the new dose of carvedilol is taking it's toll. So...
Later.
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To bed late but I woke on a good enough time, mostly. I set the alarm for 9:00, as an outlier in case I didn't wake in my, now almost usual, eight hours. I had pushed a bit yesterday so I had some concern. I woke around 6:30, but only to use the facilities. No way was I getting up at that time. Back to bed. Then I woke, looked at the clock, and tried to figure things out. Had I shut the alarm of? Or put it on snooze? No, my covers, they way they were when I woke and tried to reach the alarm to check, cinched my notion that no such thing had happened. So... what did happen? Set the alarm for 21:00. It's part of why I hate standard time. I just wish I could find an alarm clock that offered military time and the other features I prefer. Seeing as it was past 9:00 though, I did get up. I didn't want to, but so what. Shut up. Go. When I can that is how I work. I may need a nap mid-afternoon. The new dose is doing it's thing.
I didn't notice when I went to the bathroom earlier, but this time I did. I bought a couple of family packs of pork chops last night. Everything else had been put away, but these I had meant to package down, two chops to a package, then refreeze. Nope. There they sat. A sniff test. Still good, but that's, what, 12 to 16 chops? WTF!?! I fed the girls, right away, being up late and all. Then I tore into the chops. A flour, egg, and panko dredges were set up. Dip, plunge, crunch. All of them, if only half are cooked so far. On with the skillet, in with the lard, down goes the hammer. I heat my pan in stages, but I do, for end cooking, go up pretty high with the heat, even with cast. once it is warmed you have some leeway. Start out on four, let it warm, then some lard and up to 6 or 7, until it melts, then I generally cook or 7 or 8, depending on mood, finishing (very short times) on 9 if I want more brown/crisp. My cast iron skillet would my my grandmother proud, too, now, by the way. If I can just keep modern women and their soap away from it for a year or two now. Well, and bad cooks who might warp it, or use the wrong ingredients in it. Gah!
Chops? Wow. Those were truly good. I just had two, and a bit of milk. I'll finish the rest before too long. Now, my unhappy morning didn't end there. After chops were tended and then after that quick meal, I decided, for no good reason, to look outside. It has snowed again. Bleh. I am hoping, by about noon or 13:00, to hit some of that snow. Take a nap, and then hit it again. And at least put a dent in it before help arrives. Perhaps even finish it off, if I'm not sure I have that much in me. I do what I can but... yeah... I think that says it all.
That will be my day. The noodles are good and dried, but still have some flexibility to them. I may just bag them for now. I will only be using half tonight, freezing the rest. I think I will cook them separately from the stew, and just ladle the stew on top, so that I can freeze some of the stew minus the noodles. I don't think they freeze well together. Best to cook those noodles separately, every time, to my mind. Tomorrow, if I can, I need to do dishes and clean the kitchen back up. I'll hit the noodle area, and tinker on a few other things, today. But my hands are pretty tied and the new dose of carvedilol is taking it's toll. So...
Later.
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Doom has been a very good busy little boy.
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I did get to those noodles. Now these look more like what I remember as a lad. They have the right smell, the right feel. Noodles, egg noodles. They are drying. I found, rather than using a knife? Cutting them with a pizza cutter was perfect. I can't cut a straight line to save my life but... that's a good thing. Neither could my mother. These are just right! Did I mention that I helped with shoveling today? Yep. I don't do as much as the lads, but... I did what I could. A little help is better than none.
I did make it into town. I skipped cat groceries, as those are at a store other than my primary grocery store. And I didn't stop for gas, as I had also hoped to do. But I did get the groceries that will lay me in for two weeks and change, perhaps. I bought more than I had planned, but some things were on sale. Some things I know I like, a few things I have never tried... a bit of a risk. Turkey filets wrapped in bacon? Three to a package, five packages of three, for $20. Why not. Each package can offer between one, but more like two or even three meals. That's up to fifteen meals for $20, at least the protein. Not bad. Even if I don't end up liking them I will eat them. Oh, and I saw habaneros, good looking ones. Yes, pricey, but my forty needed were less than a pound. Jalapenos were cheap, and they had Serrano in stock as well. So... I can make my treasured hot sauce shortly. I do have some other habanero sauce, and some ghost pepper sauce, store bought but from "reputable" and popular niche small batch venders. Not quite what I prefer, to be honest. And, yeah, I can handle ghost peppers. My guess is, though, that they used hot "juice". It's got a funky taste to it, off-putting. I like doing it myself. If I could find raw ghost peppers, I would make a batch of that.
I also bought a few side things. I have been meaning to buy dw-40. Maybe I did but I can't find it for the life of me. So, a can of that. A few other such side items. And snacks! Mostly good snacks. Nuts are my thing, though Oreos are quite popular hereabouts. The trick, for me, is to limit my treats. Whether nuts or cookies, I need to look at the labels, decide how much is reasonable given my size, and frequency of use, then sort of plan it in... somehow. I'm finally up to doing a bit more than mere mean survival, I do believe. So... I will start here. And, finally, grapefruit. My apples were $3.50~$4 a pound, this late in the season, so I skipped those.
A dinner at McDonalds, for all my good deeds. Yeah, but it's not like I eat there every day. Delicious, I don't care what you all think. Every dog has his a bone, and sometimes it's just for him. So... hush. I am tired though. I wore myself out quite well. Tomorrow I hope to make beef and noodles, cook up my habanero sauce, and just take it easy. But it is snowing again. I might have to do a bit more of that. If I can get to that early enough, I will do it in stages. If nothing else, if the boys show up, there will be a chunk or two tended. I am sore, but I don't think it is from the activity, or not alone. I raised my dose the final step today. And, yeah, that could be enough to give me some grief. Liquid readjustments don't cause this sort of pain. Medicine, or... doctor prescribed medicine, does or can. Might be a combination of my push and it's shove though too.
Good boys get treats... Nuts! :) Later, or... yeah... good night I do believe.
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I did get to those noodles. Now these look more like what I remember as a lad. They have the right smell, the right feel. Noodles, egg noodles. They are drying. I found, rather than using a knife? Cutting them with a pizza cutter was perfect. I can't cut a straight line to save my life but... that's a good thing. Neither could my mother. These are just right! Did I mention that I helped with shoveling today? Yep. I don't do as much as the lads, but... I did what I could. A little help is better than none.
I did make it into town. I skipped cat groceries, as those are at a store other than my primary grocery store. And I didn't stop for gas, as I had also hoped to do. But I did get the groceries that will lay me in for two weeks and change, perhaps. I bought more than I had planned, but some things were on sale. Some things I know I like, a few things I have never tried... a bit of a risk. Turkey filets wrapped in bacon? Three to a package, five packages of three, for $20. Why not. Each package can offer between one, but more like two or even three meals. That's up to fifteen meals for $20, at least the protein. Not bad. Even if I don't end up liking them I will eat them. Oh, and I saw habaneros, good looking ones. Yes, pricey, but my forty needed were less than a pound. Jalapenos were cheap, and they had Serrano in stock as well. So... I can make my treasured hot sauce shortly. I do have some other habanero sauce, and some ghost pepper sauce, store bought but from "reputable" and popular niche small batch venders. Not quite what I prefer, to be honest. And, yeah, I can handle ghost peppers. My guess is, though, that they used hot "juice". It's got a funky taste to it, off-putting. I like doing it myself. If I could find raw ghost peppers, I would make a batch of that.
I also bought a few side things. I have been meaning to buy dw-40. Maybe I did but I can't find it for the life of me. So, a can of that. A few other such side items. And snacks! Mostly good snacks. Nuts are my thing, though Oreos are quite popular hereabouts. The trick, for me, is to limit my treats. Whether nuts or cookies, I need to look at the labels, decide how much is reasonable given my size, and frequency of use, then sort of plan it in... somehow. I'm finally up to doing a bit more than mere mean survival, I do believe. So... I will start here. And, finally, grapefruit. My apples were $3.50~$4 a pound, this late in the season, so I skipped those.
A dinner at McDonalds, for all my good deeds. Yeah, but it's not like I eat there every day. Delicious, I don't care what you all think. Every dog has his a bone, and sometimes it's just for him. So... hush. I am tired though. I wore myself out quite well. Tomorrow I hope to make beef and noodles, cook up my habanero sauce, and just take it easy. But it is snowing again. I might have to do a bit more of that. If I can get to that early enough, I will do it in stages. If nothing else, if the boys show up, there will be a chunk or two tended. I am sore, but I don't think it is from the activity, or not alone. I raised my dose the final step today. And, yeah, that could be enough to give me some grief. Liquid readjustments don't cause this sort of pain. Medicine, or... doctor prescribed medicine, does or can. Might be a combination of my push and it's shove though too.
Good boys get treats... Nuts! :) Later, or... yeah... good night I do believe.
Well, maybe a bit.
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I keep tinkering with the dishes. Giving them a fresh soak or rinse. I took the pressure cooker out, though, and washed it, again, and with bar keeper's friend. It actually is back to specs after a couple of washings and soakings from the pork roast that ran dry. The plan is to make noodles, probably let them dry, and be ready for the roast, some onions, cabbage if it is still good, and carrots and celery. I suppose I could bake some potatoes, too, and have those ready to dice into the stew.
I called my mother, to see what she was doing. She is home from a visit with my brother. Usually the south is much warmer, and I suppose they had some good days. It sounds like the cold went right down there with her, this time, though. Oh... someone is shoveling. I best get out. I can help today. Well, that was still a lot of work, even with two other workers and a helper. My drive is thirty yards and change, not quit double wide but not thin either. I can only guess that we got 3" to 6". It is nice to have it cleared though.
I may just go to town for a dinner and some groceries. I ought to check my produce, to see if that will be good. Milk and whipped cream are always needed. A bit of cat food and another bag of cat litter would be good. Yeah. I think I want to warm up, rest just a bit, and make those noodles first though. This time I will dry them and make my gravy and meat tomorrow. Yeah, that might just work.
I best get going. It looks like my chemical reset did it's job. Later.
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I keep tinkering with the dishes. Giving them a fresh soak or rinse. I took the pressure cooker out, though, and washed it, again, and with bar keeper's friend. It actually is back to specs after a couple of washings and soakings from the pork roast that ran dry. The plan is to make noodles, probably let them dry, and be ready for the roast, some onions, cabbage if it is still good, and carrots and celery. I suppose I could bake some potatoes, too, and have those ready to dice into the stew.
I called my mother, to see what she was doing. She is home from a visit with my brother. Usually the south is much warmer, and I suppose they had some good days. It sounds like the cold went right down there with her, this time, though. Oh... someone is shoveling. I best get out. I can help today. Well, that was still a lot of work, even with two other workers and a helper. My drive is thirty yards and change, not quit double wide but not thin either. I can only guess that we got 3" to 6". It is nice to have it cleared though.
I may just go to town for a dinner and some groceries. I ought to check my produce, to see if that will be good. Milk and whipped cream are always needed. A bit of cat food and another bag of cat litter would be good. Yeah. I think I want to warm up, rest just a bit, and make those noodles first though. This time I will dry them and make my gravy and meat tomorrow. Yeah, that might just work.
I best get going. It looks like my chemical reset did it's job. Later.
Well, about that comment?
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Now, it doesn't happen too often, these days. And it wasn't a planned exercise either, mind you. I thought a beer, maybe two, would... be tasty. I do that up to three or four times a week, sometimes only once every few months if medicine is trolling me or I personally think it not wise by how I am feeling or doing. And, well... those beers most certainly were tasty. After a six pack in ten minutes, while trying to maintain some... reason, I did have to make a choice. More? I looked at my calendar. I have an appointment around the middle of next week. It's tight, but I work better under pressure, so I went for a night in the fishbowl minus the fish. I hope. At some point, some nights, I am not sure I would notice. I did make the choice, mind you. But that first six-pack sort of jumped in my lap and made it difficult to think. Sa Weet, she was.
Besides, sometimes a night of consumption will break me out of... whatever... It resets, or can, some inner buttons, switches, connections, and such. It's sort of like a chemical overhaul. I won't know if it worked until, well, I know whether it worked. For having gone to bed at 00:30, and full in the cup, and waken at 6:30 as per the queen's and princess's... tomfollery, I'm doing alright. Got in a desperately needed shower, right before I realized the girls deserved their giving me my desserts.
Yeah, well, there isn't but a shot of Vodka left, must have just missed finishing it by >.< that much, just by not paying attention, or the glass was too full? No... usually that goes in right after the coffee. I only have a few beers left. Yeah, it was tasty. The girls usually don't care, but they didn't get their last feed in my condition. Ah, but they woke me by 6:30. I wasn't going to feed them, for their sins, until I realized it was I who sinned. Grumpy, not exactly chipper, even so... fair is fair. They will still get their two normal meals today. Poppa's not such an ogre all the time.
Oh, urhm. The morning after? It depends on if I posted comments or not. I always sweat that part, more than any kind of a hangover. Especially when the blue moon of my habits is out in full force as it was last night. Go ahead, if I did bad, I'll lend you the switch. Even if I might agree with the notions, there are... possibly... better ways of saying things. I can lose all finesse, if... that ain't all bad, either. Sometimes it just has to be said. And yet, there may be a price. That's what... makes me a bit nervous in the morning. Yes it does. Gosh, I best check my own blog for... boldness. Maybe in a bit, when I have steeled my nerves enough to peek.
I don't know how many beers I had to start, but it was pretty close to an eighteen pack. And I can't swear how much of that 1.75 liter of vodka there was, but I thought it was greater than half. White Russians, or a form of it, huge 26 ounce ouncers, interspersed with a beer-fest minus the fest. I do have healthy appetites, more so for a man in my condition. Diabetes? Yeah, well, eating right and insulin were keeping that up around 300, and rising as a trend. I can't do much about it. It's difficult to take to much interest when your best efforts yield poor results. Docs blame me anyway. Although, I am titrating that up slowly because I don't know will happen when my blood sugar suddenly drops, for whatever reason it does, and if I don't happen to notice or do a reading just on time to notice. That stuff is... hmm... time release. Spooky, to me. The thing is, with the non-time release, I would have to do a calorie count, and add in that I don't eat every day or even for days at a time sometimes.
Shower was good. Hopefully I will recover and get to a few things yet today. Or... not. I never know. I did cook the chicken, but just baked it done then crisped it. I want to pressure cook the beef and try another batch of noodles. A little more research into noodles though, this time. They weren't horrible, they just weren't quite (at all) right. Not sure how much was the wrong flower and how much might have been bad technique. While my mother suggested that I don't "have" to dry them overnight, something about the way she said that made me think that... really... you should. So, it would be nice to get all the prep done today and make the meal leisurely tomorrow. Might just cook the beef tomorrow, if so. Fresh au jus is the thing, innit? Oh yeah.
Later.
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Now, it doesn't happen too often, these days. And it wasn't a planned exercise either, mind you. I thought a beer, maybe two, would... be tasty. I do that up to three or four times a week, sometimes only once every few months if medicine is trolling me or I personally think it not wise by how I am feeling or doing. And, well... those beers most certainly were tasty. After a six pack in ten minutes, while trying to maintain some... reason, I did have to make a choice. More? I looked at my calendar. I have an appointment around the middle of next week. It's tight, but I work better under pressure, so I went for a night in the fishbowl minus the fish. I hope. At some point, some nights, I am not sure I would notice. I did make the choice, mind you. But that first six-pack sort of jumped in my lap and made it difficult to think. Sa Weet, she was.
Besides, sometimes a night of consumption will break me out of... whatever... It resets, or can, some inner buttons, switches, connections, and such. It's sort of like a chemical overhaul. I won't know if it worked until, well, I know whether it worked. For having gone to bed at 00:30, and full in the cup, and waken at 6:30 as per the queen's and princess's... tomfollery, I'm doing alright. Got in a desperately needed shower, right before I realized the girls deserved their giving me my desserts.
Yeah, well, there isn't but a shot of Vodka left, must have just missed finishing it by >.< that much, just by not paying attention, or the glass was too full? No... usually that goes in right after the coffee. I only have a few beers left. Yeah, it was tasty. The girls usually don't care, but they didn't get their last feed in my condition. Ah, but they woke me by 6:30. I wasn't going to feed them, for their sins, until I realized it was I who sinned. Grumpy, not exactly chipper, even so... fair is fair. They will still get their two normal meals today. Poppa's not such an ogre all the time.
Oh, urhm. The morning after? It depends on if I posted comments or not. I always sweat that part, more than any kind of a hangover. Especially when the blue moon of my habits is out in full force as it was last night. Go ahead, if I did bad, I'll lend you the switch. Even if I might agree with the notions, there are... possibly... better ways of saying things. I can lose all finesse, if... that ain't all bad, either. Sometimes it just has to be said. And yet, there may be a price. That's what... makes me a bit nervous in the morning. Yes it does. Gosh, I best check my own blog for... boldness. Maybe in a bit, when I have steeled my nerves enough to peek.
I don't know how many beers I had to start, but it was pretty close to an eighteen pack. And I can't swear how much of that 1.75 liter of vodka there was, but I thought it was greater than half. White Russians, or a form of it, huge 26 ounce ouncers, interspersed with a beer-fest minus the fest. I do have healthy appetites, more so for a man in my condition. Diabetes? Yeah, well, eating right and insulin were keeping that up around 300, and rising as a trend. I can't do much about it. It's difficult to take to much interest when your best efforts yield poor results. Docs blame me anyway. Although, I am titrating that up slowly because I don't know will happen when my blood sugar suddenly drops, for whatever reason it does, and if I don't happen to notice or do a reading just on time to notice. That stuff is... hmm... time release. Spooky, to me. The thing is, with the non-time release, I would have to do a calorie count, and add in that I don't eat every day or even for days at a time sometimes.
Shower was good. Hopefully I will recover and get to a few things yet today. Or... not. I never know. I did cook the chicken, but just baked it done then crisped it. I want to pressure cook the beef and try another batch of noodles. A little more research into noodles though, this time. They weren't horrible, they just weren't quite (at all) right. Not sure how much was the wrong flower and how much might have been bad technique. While my mother suggested that I don't "have" to dry them overnight, something about the way she said that made me think that... really... you should. So, it would be nice to get all the prep done today and make the meal leisurely tomorrow. Might just cook the beef tomorrow, if so. Fresh au jus is the thing, innit? Oh yeah.
Later.
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Perhaps I shouldn't...
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My time may be near, so I will... discuss some matters. As my father, and his Father, would will it. Fool? Of course. Happily. For my father's Father, and my Father, in sooth.
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My time may be near, so I will... discuss some matters. As my father, and his Father, would will it. Fool? Of course. Happily. For my father's Father, and my Father, in sooth.
True, but there is the now. And again.
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Mix and match, new and old, questionable all. Doubt if you must. I do. But don't doubt who I serve, wrong or right myself, God is never wrong. And, in Him, neither are we... if only in the end.
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Mix and match, new and old, questionable all. Doubt if you must. I do. But don't doubt who I serve, wrong or right myself, God is never wrong. And, in Him, neither are we... if only in the end.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Down late, hard.
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Up early and well enough. No energy, perhaps. But feeling 'gooder'. I doubt if I will get much done today. But that is fine. I know I will get into better shape eventually. I know, when things are doing well, medicine is on track, and everything fits, I can live a little life. I am almost sure, as well, if we get a decent amount of snow, I will figure out how to get out in it this time. Snow shoeing will happen. Yeah, it's a little thing. But it is something.
Breakfast already. Not much, just a bite. I think I will try to go for a couple eggs and three pieces of bacon for lunch. Now that my cast iron skillet is back into play, it is as non-stick as the best artificial non-stick you can buy, and yes... I would know. Hmm... might have to work on getting some dishes done, just so as to cook something for meals to come. Chicken, then later in the week, beef and veggies. Cabbage doesn't go well with chicken, but carrots and onions do. Hmm, potatoes or rice would be nice to cook and have on hand as well. Yeah, food is a small joy, more so when done exactly to perfection.
Later.
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Up early and well enough. No energy, perhaps. But feeling 'gooder'. I doubt if I will get much done today. But that is fine. I know I will get into better shape eventually. I know, when things are doing well, medicine is on track, and everything fits, I can live a little life. I am almost sure, as well, if we get a decent amount of snow, I will figure out how to get out in it this time. Snow shoeing will happen. Yeah, it's a little thing. But it is something.
Breakfast already. Not much, just a bite. I think I will try to go for a couple eggs and three pieces of bacon for lunch. Now that my cast iron skillet is back into play, it is as non-stick as the best artificial non-stick you can buy, and yes... I would know. Hmm... might have to work on getting some dishes done, just so as to cook something for meals to come. Chicken, then later in the week, beef and veggies. Cabbage doesn't go well with chicken, but carrots and onions do. Hmm, potatoes or rice would be nice to cook and have on hand as well. Yeah, food is a small joy, more so when done exactly to perfection.
Later.
Monday, February 3, 2014
Haiku Monday - Menu
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A cough or two and... Fishy is up with the contest. It sounds like she is hearing a lot of coughing this weekend, none of it having to do with physical ailments, at least there is that. Oh, sure, sympathy, even empathy. With this taken care of, and pb&j as a way to soothe *cough* another cough, perhaps all is good? Never mind me, with distance comes bravery. Though, I should advise, testing that probably isn't wise. Blood pressure and all, if yours, not mine, is something that concerns me.
Menu, eh? That's quite a wide open topic. Let me just... think.
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A cough or two and... Fishy is up with the contest. It sounds like she is hearing a lot of coughing this weekend, none of it having to do with physical ailments, at least there is that. Oh, sure, sympathy, even empathy. With this taken care of, and pb&j as a way to soothe *cough* another cough, perhaps all is good? Never mind me, with distance comes bravery. Though, I should advise, testing that probably isn't wise. Blood pressure and all, if yours, not mine, is something that concerns me.
Menu, eh? That's quite a wide open topic. Let me just... think.
Dinner, She Suggests
what do you desire
roast beef, pork chops, anything
move closer, said I
Eyes And Space
delicate to filling
sweet, savory, meaty - what?
one of each, thank you
Choices
what is wanted, liked
too many choices not enough decision-fu
simply cannot decide
No nap, still up, that's it.
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I did make a plan. I had several goals. The reality of function simply isn't there. For now, I guess, I am just stuck. Think of a tranquilized bear. I can think, I just can't do much else. How well I think? That is always the question, isn't it? I'm becoming a bit sore from sitting. Yeah, I sit quite often. However, I am usually moving around fairly often. That, folks, is as good as it gets, save for a very few special periods that were either extraordinary in length of time or level of function, such as burning man or several three month spans over the last few years. And I still have medication to go up one... more... notch. I am at three quarter dose currently. And, yeah, this stuff junks me out. At least until I get back in the saddle of it. Then I have a much better chance as doing more in life.
Ah well. I will keep looking for opportunity. Even if I do nothing more than make a plan, that IS something. Some days I may not get that done. Either because I won't think of even that, or because it is painfully obvious that nothing is possible. I think I am set to increase dose near the end of this week. I am NOT looking forward to it. I have stalled it twice, now, though. I just have to do it. The medset is geared for it, and when I start it, I will try to fill the second medset right away, in case I crash. Having two medsets, and good ones, helps a great deal. I can't fill those, sometimes, on short notice. Two weeks should be enough time, though.
I have been sleeping well, keeping days going, sleeping only about eight hours, unless I need a nap, or two. I am rather amazed that I am doing these simple things. If things get foggy, I haven't gotten lost in that fog. Short trips in, and then out for most of the rest of the time. I'm taking a beating, I must admit. But I am holding up to it rather well. I almost have a bit of pluck. Looks like we have a good chance at snow, a couple times, in this coming week. Snowshoeing, I am hoping, even if it nearly kills me. Ki Yay.
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I did make a plan. I had several goals. The reality of function simply isn't there. For now, I guess, I am just stuck. Think of a tranquilized bear. I can think, I just can't do much else. How well I think? That is always the question, isn't it? I'm becoming a bit sore from sitting. Yeah, I sit quite often. However, I am usually moving around fairly often. That, folks, is as good as it gets, save for a very few special periods that were either extraordinary in length of time or level of function, such as burning man or several three month spans over the last few years. And I still have medication to go up one... more... notch. I am at three quarter dose currently. And, yeah, this stuff junks me out. At least until I get back in the saddle of it. Then I have a much better chance as doing more in life.
Ah well. I will keep looking for opportunity. Even if I do nothing more than make a plan, that IS something. Some days I may not get that done. Either because I won't think of even that, or because it is painfully obvious that nothing is possible. I think I am set to increase dose near the end of this week. I am NOT looking forward to it. I have stalled it twice, now, though. I just have to do it. The medset is geared for it, and when I start it, I will try to fill the second medset right away, in case I crash. Having two medsets, and good ones, helps a great deal. I can't fill those, sometimes, on short notice. Two weeks should be enough time, though.
I have been sleeping well, keeping days going, sleeping only about eight hours, unless I need a nap, or two. I am rather amazed that I am doing these simple things. If things get foggy, I haven't gotten lost in that fog. Short trips in, and then out for most of the rest of the time. I'm taking a beating, I must admit. But I am holding up to it rather well. I almost have a bit of pluck. Looks like we have a good chance at snow, a couple times, in this coming week. Snowshoeing, I am hoping, even if it nearly kills me. Ki Yay.
Just a bit better.
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If you have ever swum in deeper water, much deeper, and gone through several layers of water temperature starting at warm surface water to cool, to cooler, to cold, and on into downright chilly water, you can have an idea of how I am improving. I was pretty deep into illness, or exhaustion. Yesterday I came right to the layer one level up, but didn't quite cross it. I think I passed through that layer and actually rose to the next layer of "warmth". I'm still a bit down in there. I am starting to see the light though, and my body is feeling a bit more sensation.
It might have something to do with diabetes. Either that, or whatever is causing the diabetes is what is wrong. I have been eating and drinking the right stuff for weeks and my blood sugar has actually jumped in the last bit, now hitting over 300. It simply doesn't make sense. That might be part of the problem, or was affected by whatever, or... Docs don't understand that medicine doesn't always work. They have to see it to believe it. Then, they want me to jump medication, which comes with it's own risks once whatever was causing the levels to rise goes away or gets better. They would, and nearly have, medicated me to death before. I can't fully trust them, or medication. It's a tricky path I walk.
Oh, but I am going to get to a few things today. I should be able to finish dishes. I have a lot of washed laundry that... well... was never folded. I'm not exactly sure what to do with all that. To be honest, some of it may need to be washed again. Some of it, I suppose, could be "dried" again, with a moist towel. Some of it can just be put up. I don't care if my unders have wrinkles! :) And, if those things go according to plan, I might see about vacuuming and sweeping, then steam vacuuming a few of the areas. I am back to it, a bit. It will depend on how much my body can literally handle. But, for sure, if dishes go forward, I will pressure cook chicken and then crisp it as a finishing touch. Chicken is just one of those good meats to have cooked and ready.
Just a tad better. But it is enough to do some work. The hope is that I can maintain this level enough that I can get into town this week, maybe set up a haircut appointment I missed recently and get my friend going, and do more around the cave. Slowly, until I am back on my feet. Napping when needed I suppose. Ugh... My last increase in medication starts this week. *shrug* But I've got to do it. I've... stalled and pussy-footed around with it as much as I dare.
Later.
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If you have ever swum in deeper water, much deeper, and gone through several layers of water temperature starting at warm surface water to cool, to cooler, to cold, and on into downright chilly water, you can have an idea of how I am improving. I was pretty deep into illness, or exhaustion. Yesterday I came right to the layer one level up, but didn't quite cross it. I think I passed through that layer and actually rose to the next layer of "warmth". I'm still a bit down in there. I am starting to see the light though, and my body is feeling a bit more sensation.
It might have something to do with diabetes. Either that, or whatever is causing the diabetes is what is wrong. I have been eating and drinking the right stuff for weeks and my blood sugar has actually jumped in the last bit, now hitting over 300. It simply doesn't make sense. That might be part of the problem, or was affected by whatever, or... Docs don't understand that medicine doesn't always work. They have to see it to believe it. Then, they want me to jump medication, which comes with it's own risks once whatever was causing the levels to rise goes away or gets better. They would, and nearly have, medicated me to death before. I can't fully trust them, or medication. It's a tricky path I walk.
Oh, but I am going to get to a few things today. I should be able to finish dishes. I have a lot of washed laundry that... well... was never folded. I'm not exactly sure what to do with all that. To be honest, some of it may need to be washed again. Some of it, I suppose, could be "dried" again, with a moist towel. Some of it can just be put up. I don't care if my unders have wrinkles! :) And, if those things go according to plan, I might see about vacuuming and sweeping, then steam vacuuming a few of the areas. I am back to it, a bit. It will depend on how much my body can literally handle. But, for sure, if dishes go forward, I will pressure cook chicken and then crisp it as a finishing touch. Chicken is just one of those good meats to have cooked and ready.
Just a tad better. But it is enough to do some work. The hope is that I can maintain this level enough that I can get into town this week, maybe set up a haircut appointment I missed recently and get my friend going, and do more around the cave. Slowly, until I am back on my feet. Napping when needed I suppose. Ugh... My last increase in medication starts this week. *shrug* But I've got to do it. I've... stalled and pussy-footed around with it as much as I dare.
Later.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
My own woodcraft lore?
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Well, sort of. It isn't anything fancy, it actually isn't mine. My last ladyfriend passed it to me, but as an idea. She never did create it. I did. Back when I still lived in Iowa, but after we parted. And, yeah, I gave her half of my stash. Why? She begged, it was her idea, I wasn't using it, and I was able to get her to beg. Good enough. Anyway.
It's really simple. The supplies you absolutely must have include cardboard egg cartons, lint from the dryer (which I do keep and store), paraffin or some sort of wax, and a means of melting the paraffin. Melting paraffin, at least, is a bit messy. A small pot, water in the base, and a tin can, combine to work the best from my experience. Simple get the water heated, put the paraffin in the tin can, then put the tin can in the water. Oh, and don't dump the paraffin down the drain or toilet. It won't possible stop it, IT WILL STOP IT UP. Just don't do that.
Once it is melted, coat the egg carton really well, both sides if you wish but I just do the inside. From what I have seen, it works it's way through. Then add just a bit of the lint, enough to cover the inside of the egg recess. Then add a bit more paraffin. When it dries, quarter the egg recess area, or more. It doesn't take much. This is waterproof tinder, and it is a little miracle. I plan on making some, possibly even yet this evening. It's been on my mind, I just haven't quite gotten to it. First I didn't have paraffin, then I didn't have time, then I forgot. Tonight would be a great night to do it. Then, as well, I can say I did something.
Good night.
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Well, sort of. It isn't anything fancy, it actually isn't mine. My last ladyfriend passed it to me, but as an idea. She never did create it. I did. Back when I still lived in Iowa, but after we parted. And, yeah, I gave her half of my stash. Why? She begged, it was her idea, I wasn't using it, and I was able to get her to beg. Good enough. Anyway.
It's really simple. The supplies you absolutely must have include cardboard egg cartons, lint from the dryer (which I do keep and store), paraffin or some sort of wax, and a means of melting the paraffin. Melting paraffin, at least, is a bit messy. A small pot, water in the base, and a tin can, combine to work the best from my experience. Simple get the water heated, put the paraffin in the tin can, then put the tin can in the water. Oh, and don't dump the paraffin down the drain or toilet. It won't possible stop it, IT WILL STOP IT UP. Just don't do that.
Once it is melted, coat the egg carton really well, both sides if you wish but I just do the inside. From what I have seen, it works it's way through. Then add just a bit of the lint, enough to cover the inside of the egg recess. Then add a bit more paraffin. When it dries, quarter the egg recess area, or more. It doesn't take much. This is waterproof tinder, and it is a little miracle. I plan on making some, possibly even yet this evening. It's been on my mind, I just haven't quite gotten to it. First I didn't have paraffin, then I didn't have time, then I forgot. Tonight would be a great night to do it. Then, as well, I can say I did something.
Good night.
I scrubbed the nap.
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I would like to claim that I forgot to nap, got busy, but that isn't really the truth. Although I did get distracted, and before I knew it it was 13:00. A bit late for a mid-day nap. Yes, picky. Yes indeed. Gaming, and a bit of research, is what I was up to. Well, and some planning and, possibly, fantasy planning.
When I discuss going out into the wilds, I really don't mean going out with techy gear. I mean roughing it, if you can call it that. For some people, that isn't so much vacation as... well... almost vocation. I really need to work on getting a conceal carry permit. More to have some options open, but also to make obtaining a hunting license easier. Simply so, when in those wilds, if I happen to see a small game animal, I can bag it. It's just easier and wiser to do it with a permit than to have a mess. And, generally, one of those things goes with the other.
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I would like to claim that I forgot to nap, got busy, but that isn't really the truth. Although I did get distracted, and before I knew it it was 13:00. A bit late for a mid-day nap. Yes, picky. Yes indeed. Gaming, and a bit of research, is what I was up to. Well, and some planning and, possibly, fantasy planning.
When I discuss going out into the wilds, I really don't mean going out with techy gear. I mean roughing it, if you can call it that. For some people, that isn't so much vacation as... well... almost vocation. I really need to work on getting a conceal carry permit. More to have some options open, but also to make obtaining a hunting license easier. Simply so, when in those wilds, if I happen to see a small game animal, I can bag it. It's just easier and wiser to do it with a permit than to have a mess. And, generally, one of those things goes with the other.
Perhaps no early nap.
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I can't tell you what changed, exactly. I kept trying to think the need for sleep was just in my mind. It wasn't. It is like the difference between driving through heavy rain and then hitting a clear spell. Driving in the rain is simply more exhausting. You have to look more carefully, in case someone slowed down, had an accident, or in case you hit a pothole full of water, or anything in the road. It stresses you, which makes driving much more strenuous. Hmm, now, while I don't need a nap, I may take one anyway. I could use a nap. And that by itself is unusual. Whatever it is or was, I am not through with it.
And yet, even with a nap going ahead, I am feeling much better. Turning up the thermostat to 74 helped a bit. And while I still don't feel warm, any hotter would just be annoying at this point. It has been a while since I got really sick, and being that my medicines, as I increase them, are making me vulnerable, perhaps it's just that time. No other symptoms, though, which seems odd. I had sneezing and nasal overload for a couple of days, and go through a spell of sneezing, for a few minutes, a few times a day every other day. I just don't know. Hmm, I wonder if having my right hand lock up a bit for a couple of days has anything to do with it? Dunno. Then again I doubt if doctors know. If this new doctor works out it would be nice to have a medical source I could trust. But that takes years of working together, trust is earned. I think the V.A. tries to avoid having regular doctors for us. I don't know if that makes it cheaper, or what it does for them. It definitely doesn't help with consistent medical care.
Hmm... Yeah, a nap. I did rinse the dishes, I've put a load through the washer and dryer (yesterday) and need to tend that later. I cleaned up the cat litter, now to keep that clean. The litter lasts much longer and the girls are happier. I also pulled some meat out to thaw. There is a way to do "fried" chicken, cooking it first in the pressure cooker then simply crisping it. That will be next. I also pulled out a roast of beef, and will try egg noodles again, this time with real flour. I might do a bit of troubleshooting regarding noodles, up front. Some research. Just how should the dough feel when it is just right, and such. Hey, it was fun. And I think I might be headed back to doing things again.
A nap. Even if I could do without it, I could use it. And I would simply rather not push, right now, not yet. Later. :)
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I can't tell you what changed, exactly. I kept trying to think the need for sleep was just in my mind. It wasn't. It is like the difference between driving through heavy rain and then hitting a clear spell. Driving in the rain is simply more exhausting. You have to look more carefully, in case someone slowed down, had an accident, or in case you hit a pothole full of water, or anything in the road. It stresses you, which makes driving much more strenuous. Hmm, now, while I don't need a nap, I may take one anyway. I could use a nap. And that by itself is unusual. Whatever it is or was, I am not through with it.
And yet, even with a nap going ahead, I am feeling much better. Turning up the thermostat to 74 helped a bit. And while I still don't feel warm, any hotter would just be annoying at this point. It has been a while since I got really sick, and being that my medicines, as I increase them, are making me vulnerable, perhaps it's just that time. No other symptoms, though, which seems odd. I had sneezing and nasal overload for a couple of days, and go through a spell of sneezing, for a few minutes, a few times a day every other day. I just don't know. Hmm, I wonder if having my right hand lock up a bit for a couple of days has anything to do with it? Dunno. Then again I doubt if doctors know. If this new doctor works out it would be nice to have a medical source I could trust. But that takes years of working together, trust is earned. I think the V.A. tries to avoid having regular doctors for us. I don't know if that makes it cheaper, or what it does for them. It definitely doesn't help with consistent medical care.
Hmm... Yeah, a nap. I did rinse the dishes, I've put a load through the washer and dryer (yesterday) and need to tend that later. I cleaned up the cat litter, now to keep that clean. The litter lasts much longer and the girls are happier. I also pulled some meat out to thaw. There is a way to do "fried" chicken, cooking it first in the pressure cooker then simply crisping it. That will be next. I also pulled out a roast of beef, and will try egg noodles again, this time with real flour. I might do a bit of troubleshooting regarding noodles, up front. Some research. Just how should the dough feel when it is just right, and such. Hey, it was fun. And I think I might be headed back to doing things again.
A nap. Even if I could do without it, I could use it. And I would simply rather not push, right now, not yet. Later. :)
Another roll of the dice.
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I may be feeling better this morning. Not much, I don't know if it will last, the improvement is very slight. Even as bad as it is, I am quite sure it has been worse for most of my past. I would literally be sleeping for a few months at a time and for long periods between sleep sets. Years have passed with me being mostly unaware. I am aware. I can remember. I can do small things. I can keep my eye on my goals. I am even taking care of a couple of cat burglars.
My need for warmth comes and goes. Yesterday I kept the house at about 68. This morning, though, I think I need to warm things a bit. I will try 74. If that doesn't work, back up to 80, at least for a bit. I will be gaming for a bit this morning. There is a chance gaming can push the mind, and pushing the mind and reflexes can push the body. There is a link in there. It just isn't always possible.
To bed by 23:00, I think. Up at nearly 6:00. Two two hour naps yesterday, and the last few days actually. But they are helping me maintain a day schedule and aren't actually chosen. I am crashing very hard. I can fight it, but as I suggested, I lose that fight much more severely if I don't just tend the need. I will try to make it to 11:00, perhaps noon. But I can see the need for sleep will be hitting fairly soon. A pot of coffee in the morning helps. Strong, five dosers of the heavy good stuff. It's a darker roast, so it isn't as caffeinated as typical coffee. But at the dosage, and being fresh ground, it does have some kick.
Hmm... Later.
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I may be feeling better this morning. Not much, I don't know if it will last, the improvement is very slight. Even as bad as it is, I am quite sure it has been worse for most of my past. I would literally be sleeping for a few months at a time and for long periods between sleep sets. Years have passed with me being mostly unaware. I am aware. I can remember. I can do small things. I can keep my eye on my goals. I am even taking care of a couple of cat burglars.
My need for warmth comes and goes. Yesterday I kept the house at about 68. This morning, though, I think I need to warm things a bit. I will try 74. If that doesn't work, back up to 80, at least for a bit. I will be gaming for a bit this morning. There is a chance gaming can push the mind, and pushing the mind and reflexes can push the body. There is a link in there. It just isn't always possible.
To bed by 23:00, I think. Up at nearly 6:00. Two two hour naps yesterday, and the last few days actually. But they are helping me maintain a day schedule and aren't actually chosen. I am crashing very hard. I can fight it, but as I suggested, I lose that fight much more severely if I don't just tend the need. I will try to make it to 11:00, perhaps noon. But I can see the need for sleep will be hitting fairly soon. A pot of coffee in the morning helps. Strong, five dosers of the heavy good stuff. It's a darker roast, so it isn't as caffeinated as typical coffee. But at the dosage, and being fresh ground, it does have some kick.
Hmm... Later.
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