Always takes longer.

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I finished one batch of goo, working on the second.  After they cool, I'll begin dehydrating it.  I think it will all fit.  Then I remembered watering.  I went out to check.  Nope.  So, being still enough predawn, I hit it for a bit, through the manual setting.  I'll tinker with it later.  I suspect I just didn't have everything set just right.  I'm having to go short with it today.  Watering in the sun is worse than skipping even several more days.  Sometime today I am hoping to move the lines, and have the auto feature set up for tonight.  I'll have to hit it a little extra, until I get some green back, then cut the pace.

It is, again, a cool morning.  I think I can still squeeze constructing the shade.  Perhaps even tethering it.  Then a bath and probably to bed a bit earlier.  Or should I push for later?  I really am hoping, with as cool as it has been, to perhaps get out hiking before too long.  Thursday, maybe Friday, when my chores are done and I am a bit more caught up on things.  I'm not sure about dehydration times, so that is difficult to time.  After the grains, I'll be hitting vegetables, then fruit of various sorts, and finally, as I see how timing goes, I'll thaw the last of the beef for jerky.  Next month I'll be buying another big chunk, say twenty pounds this time.  Ten pounds of raw yields, say, five to six pounds, depending on how dry you make it.  I'll be making it much drier from now on.  It lasts longer, and it is much easier to powder for pemmican.

The rest of this week will be about getting the kitchen, bathroom, and living room back up to that peak, beyond the food.  Then, next week, to begin on my bedroom.  The only outings I am definitely going to plan on is kayaking.  If I see just the right weather, at just the right time for me, and am up at the right hour, I will hit hiking.  Weight lifting will just have to wait until fall.  At least as things look now.  All good.  Really.  Damned good, actually.  Life is really truly improving.  Even if I am an idiot, a fool, a simpleton, or a hack, I think I've found the formula for not worrying about that and taking care of the real, important, or honestly notable, things in life.  Don't care, get to it.  As I can, that is.

A couple of boiled eggs, some grain mash, and a cup of kefir for breakfast.  You know what?  That just isn't too bad.  Boring?  All food gets boring, is boring no matter what else at times.  But, for me, with my limitations, it works.  I'm feeling so 19th century.  The cave's creation in that time just... adds ambiance to the notion.  I love it when people can see me as having come from that time.  So fresh.  Like when people tell you that you look half your age.  Only, seriously, not even close to half your age, but actually mean it.  Makes me wonder if they just want something.  I'll admit it, flattery might get you places.  *wink*

Later.