The race begins.

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A turtle race, I would say.  A one tortoise  race at that.  Actually it started yesterday.  I thought yesterday was Friday, maybe Thursday.  The clock was ticking faster than my ability to account for it.  A day or two was lost in there.  Four days of something required each day.  Oh, sure, I have done something every day for four days before, and not too long ago, and longer.  But I haven't had specific times and places to be for that long of a stretch for a very long time, probably since college.  Yesterday was a good start.  I was, for the first time that I can remember, actually on time.  But it was the one event I could have been late attending and still been fine. 

It was cool enough yesterday.  Actually, the weather may be on my side for most of these things.  Partly cloudy, but warm enough.  My schedule seems to favor the times involved as well.  At this point, I am going to do my best to make each, and have a decent shot at them.  Each is so different.  From the type of event, to how much driving is involved, to how each event will last.  I am not all that nervous about it, either.  I do have some mild concerns about making one of them, but there is some leeway on that one.  All I can say is it must be nice to actually be able to do daily events without having to worry about physically failing.  Life might be exhausting at times, but if you have health, enjoy that.

Another bath?  Perhaps.  Those have been helping a great deal.  My feet are being cleaned and oiled, dry patches on my hands, and wounds, are improving.  The pine stuff today, I think.  If I don't think the scent lasts all that long on my person.  It is much drier here than I thought, or noticed?  This stuff is really quite nice.  Skin doesn't tear as easily, when it retains moisture.  Perhaps another week of three baths a day, then slowing that down a bit.  My skin was like paper but is becoming much more like skin as I think of such.  Amazing what that is doing.  But I really need to remember to buy toys.  They might keep me in the bath longer, making the treatments more sure.  Well, and it has been fun, tinkering with the salts and chemicals.  If I don't think some of it is all that.  Lemon grass, lemon, and grapefruit, pretty much, all smelled pretty much the same to me.  Then again, as noted, while I can see colors as good, or better, than women... on the olfactory score women have me by a big nose.

On to... something.  I have a dinner thing, and can't handle much food lately, so I have to skip a meal.  Perhaps yogurt and dry cereal in that, though.  You don't want to be either an ascetic nor a glutton.  It's finding that fine balance.  In my case, a more complicated procedure due to health and the irregularities that come from it.  Can't digest food, but get ill with no food, one day, and need regular amounts another, or worse, need regular calories and yet can't digest any of it... an ill feeling either way.  It's just the way of it for some, for me.  I am already needing food and yet still have dinner from yesterday, sitting in their, mocking me... daring me to take another bite... while my stomach growls and the body tells me it needs to eat.  *green*  Bleh.

Later.