Clouds and rain.

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It's not so much bringing me down as slowing me down.  Which, I suppose, is fine.  My batteries aren't all solar, but there is a strong component to that.  And, in some conditions, when it is going to be dark, I plan... or at least realize... less will be done.  It's just that the dark is a bit unseasonable.  Thankfully flooding, here, has been minimal.  Urhm, from what little I have heard... mostly from word of mouth mind you.  No television, I don't listen to the radio, and anyway I don't think forecasters have any more clue than I do, if they can report events after the fact... if they can be trusted.  Most can't be trusted.  You earn your labels, they have earned theirs.

I couldn't get to my plans yesterday.  Simply no juice.  I did get a shower in.  I did eat a couple of times.  Not much else.  I did read though.  Hufta!  I read, read some more, and kept on reading.  It was something to do.  Something I could do.  Today, just in case, I have the curtains open.  But more, I have the bean sprouts, in their jars tilted to drain in their ramekins, just in case the sun does show for a bit.  They should be done sprouting, but I am hoping for some greening before eating.  I've nibbled on some of the alfalfa sprouts, in with other stuff.  It's... well... green.  I can't really see it as food, more as edible vitamins.  I ought to look at what vitamins I do take, see if some or all of them can be replaced this way.  More as a back up, and literal dietary supplement, than a food source... or... some modernist, over if flalsely scientified, notion. 

There IS something to nutrition, but academia, government, and media, are not to be trusted on these matters, at all.  They prove to fail worse than broken clocks, which means they probably aren't just wrong, they mean to be wrong.  Do your own research, ignore those who are more food (organic and such types) cultists, hawkers of whatever it is, and those branches of the government already mentioned.  Experiment a bit, if you can.  I wouldn't recommend sprouts for boys and young men, mind you.  And with some large notion of limits and care even for men.  And only in limited amounts to anyone.  Post menopausal women, I suppose, could handle the stuff, might even need it.  But there are limits.

I didn't get a bath in yesterday.  Today, perhaps.  More so if I can hit the bench.  I can still get in two workouts, if I go ahead and work out Saturday.  Since this week looks to be a bust, even if something pops and I can bust into work the rest of the week, I think that is possible.  As to work?  I might be able to get some things going.  I'm going a bit stir-crazy not doing much.  And I have pushed, there just isn't a way to push around this.  Not right now.  Or... so far.  I keep looking for a way in, or out, or over, under, or... whatever.  I'll find it shortly.  Just not so far.

At least the drains are going.  *whoosh!*  I really didn't think baking soda and vinegar would actually work.  The only thing I will say about the advice, is... don't use hot water until you hear the pipes run clear.  If the bubbling seems to stop moving forward, add more schitzel to move it along, and let it clean and clear past where you can hear it, perhaps hit it one or two more times every half hour, THEN pour hot water down to finish off and fix any remaining vinegar or baking soda.  If your drains are as much of a mess as mine were, it might... take a bit.  Be patient.  Well worth it.  And you probably have the stuff in your pantry.  Took me one and an half small boxes (smallest) of baking soda and two gallons of vinegar (though, in part, because I kept pouring hot water down, initially, killing the action... learn from me, don't do that).  I probably could have gotten off with a gallon of vinegar if I had known in advance just what it was I was going for.

Hmm....  Yeah, I'm still aiming for dishes (just need a fresh hot rinse so they are easy to dry), a workout, then a shower and bath.  It might seem as if I am aiming low, but... in my shoes, you would realize I am aiming at the moon.  The boiler room guys, general mechanics, electricians, and other 'do it' guys, in my body, seem to have taken an unauthorized shore leave.  :p  Hey, I've... been there done that, technically.  If It's on paper, even if on paper that isn't on paper, it's got to be true, innit?  Shut up and don't think so hard.  Your tongue flicks, you bite your lip, and your eyes tend to cross.  Cute, but... knock it.  Later.