Changed my mind.

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It just that the temp can dip a little too much.  So the fluffballs have been given a reprieve.  I doubt if it would get cold enough to damage them.  I simply am not willing to take the risk.  I have let them know, however, that they are in under an assumption of good behavior.  More fussing like last night, or even a touch too much, and I will put them back out.  And I will indeed.

I'm still not feeling great.  I could do something, and probably a surprising amount of work, but it would have to be life or death.  I still feel like I am just hanging on.  What I have seen in these recent years is the sense doesn't match the reality.  Usually.  I do believe, if I had to push for long, I'd be in trouble.  At some point I would simply collapse until I could recover.  Actually, to a degree, that is where I am at.  I really would be better off if I could get whole house air conditioning.  I may call around this winter, see who could do what, at what price... get quotes really.  I would also like new vents, and vents that go into my bedroom and this computer room.  Perhaps a new furnace as well, though perhaps one with an alternate blower, so if electricity drops I would still have heat.  Though those projects may be consecutive years rather than one project, depending on quotes.  Being a stone home, it's also best to go with a bit "too much" than a bit undersized systems.  Once you GET IT cooled or heated, you are good.  But getting it over that hump can be difficult.

Oh, right.  Feeling rough.  I do wonder about keeping the cave at a steady temp, or being able to really push the temp to where I need/want it, if that would help.  I know sometimes it would.  Right now, though, I don't think anything is going to help but staying on medicines, keeping that up, and sticking with it, plus recovery time.  It really is rough, and will be until... well... until it isn't rough again.  On the good side, when I survive and recover, I seem to get near normalizing capacity.  I just feel extremely tired, a bit out of it, the body is just slight sore, concentration and/or focus are simply weak.  It's just mush.  I got to hit the accelerator and my foot runs into a two-banger engine allowance.  *squish*  There is just nothing there.

I did figure out one problem.  My debit card, in spite of me calling in to set the code, is not activated.  Huh?  Well, it seems, just because you prove you have the card by giving all the data, calling them in the first place, and changing numbers through them, that doesn't activate it.  Fine.  I'm not being fussy, just didn't know.  And, maybe that is better.  I simply have to use the pin I chose to check my balance at any atm.  I can do that, soon or late.  I'd like to do it tomorrow, if I can wake, shower, shave, and get out.  Hmm... I'd also like to attempt to put a 'v' crimp in the rebar, and get out shooting soon.  I need to target in the iron sights, I'd like to get a box of .45 downrange as well, and just... enjoy being out.  I couldn't hike or kayak.  Too much, too new.  But I might just get some target practice in.  I'd sure like to get a good spotting scope before long as well.  Bleh... too much, too fast, too many, too few... all at once.  Then again, I am getting there.

Good night.