A day at home, cleaning.

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Down later than I like.  Waking was tough, and not as early as I had wanted.  Even when I finally crawled out, it was a struggle.  Yesterday took more out of me than I had thought.  Fine, fine.  I will finish a few tasks, sweep and mop, clean the living room a bit... sort of reset.  I never did finish the living room, so I may begin on that as my next real project, before hitting the bedroom.  I need to drill holes in the shelving for the suction cups, to hold the glass shelf plates, and then set up the bluray and game console, well and parts of the surround sound.  But before that, maybe today still, I would like to fabricate the humidifiers.  They shouldn't take all that long.  I'm not sure I have a bit large enough for the pvc pipes though.  A run to town wouldn't be bad, though that heat is murder.  I could knock out grocery shopping while I am at it, if the trip ends up being required.

I should also take down the last string of Christmas lights.  That had been on the list, but it rained so often, sometimes with heavy winds, that the chore just fell off the list with all else that was happening.  It's been a crazy spring.  Busy, full, good.  It's become a bit unhinged as summer broke, between migraines and recovery, then having to dig a bit more deeply backtracking to keep up on the cave.  Still, not a bad thing.  It will happen.  And this isn't a major slide, just one step back... at least so far.

I do need to remember to open the windows at night.  I might have gotten out hiking today if I hadn't thought it was already too warm.  It was warm, but only in the house.  It was 68 F outside, which is fine for a hike, at about the time I would have been going.  The felt warmth tricked me into not showering and heading out, an half hour later I remembered to check the temp and realized my mistake.  Got to admit, I am a little nervous about the heavier pack.  Still... only one way to find out.  I have it in from the auto, and will be taking some things out and adding a few things.  The single man bivy tent is coming out, the ridgeline and a couple of mre's are going in, and I may sort through things just a bit while I am at it.  It's easy to forget what you have in there.  Oh, and I'll change out the jeans for a pair of thinner cargo pants.  Both are cotton, but the cargos are much lighter, zip convertible to shorts, and much more amenable to trail life for other reasons.

Yeah, trying to figure things out and get going.  Still bumping into a bit of exhaustion acclimating to the heat.  I told you, it takes me a bit to get used to changes.  It just does.  Well, and more sunlight, daylight, is sort of messing with the internal clock.  I'll figure it out.  On to a bit of cleanup here in the cave, first.  Then checking for drill bits.  I'll figure things out from there.  Later.

~Oh, something that has been on my mind of late.  Something I noticed some time ago, but released as just... an unusual improbability.  The problem is, it persists.  Some things, if you feel, or believe you see, or such... given time... go away or can be ignored.  Some things don't.  There is nothing to be done about some things, so there is little use to discuss some issues.  Ah, on about something again, is he?  Yes.  Shut it.  The deal is this.  I have been being treated rather well, almost with some minor reverence.  Which, whatever.  It's a weird thing, but so be it.  I don't engage that or avoid it, just notice.  Which is odd enough all it's own.  The thing is, some of the people who do that are also people who have an underlying hatred for me.  Or hate my writing, but many such types cannot differentiate the two.  Okay, I get the one, I get the other (not really the former as I... just don't, but the latter certainly), but what I don't get is the mix.  Not at all.

The closest big town is a full-on college town.  Between who is there, what goes on, the type of people who show for the show, I am an outcast.  Politically and socially hated.  Which is why I would no more live in the town, long term, even if the college (through misappropriation of tax money at that) didn't corrupt housing prices all out of shape.  As a general rule, not my gig.  I left one Wonderland, wasn't about to stick around for another.  I seem to be rather known, if not just by the left-set, but by locals too.  I tend to bend noses way out of shape, which, as I suggested, I get.  Water and oil simply do not mix.  So, why the decent, and more, treatment?  Is it an attempt to put me at ease while a knife is prepared for my back, literally or figuratively?  Is there something I am not understanding about that set?  Just a nagging problem I don't have a solution regarding.

My gut says it isn't a pacification for attack.  It isn't nefarious.  Perhaps it is reverence for the insane, as they might see it?  But that doesn't feel right either.  It is like they... understand the truth and it has little to do with their beliefs.  Or they are strongly discouraged from... disturbing.  Fear, sometimes.  Hatred.  But... reverence.  These aren't the local population, so many aren't Mormon, or Christian of any sort.  Not sure.  Not sure what forces would cause them to tow that line, either.  At that age, they don't listen to professors, or the law, or their parents or grandparents.  Peers, if more loosely, and themselves, of a social and stylistic nature, and for selves at an emotional level.  Not easy to train or command cats, but herded they seem to be?  Dunno...  Just... an annoyingly odd situation to contemplate.