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Oh, I'm still in harsh condition. Slight pains and fog remain, if those are lessening. I was awake a full, and more, day yesterday. I am getting back to literal days. Oh, sure, it doesn't completely matter. It's more of an attempt to live in the world of men, as much as one as I can. As well, I slept a proper length of time this evening. Waking without help. My days and nights are still canted, a shift off really. Improving.
Everything is improving. I grilled chicken thighs yesterday... I think? I have been soaking quinoa, fermenting it really. A little long on that, but it should be ready. This is a type grown more locally, and less expensive. It isn't golden, more like a gray. I will taste it to see if it will do. I am hoping to get a batch of that, as well as spelt and hard white wheat, now that I have the grinder. With the materials and equipment on hand, when the opportunity presents I can just get to it. I probably need some sifting grates as well. I'll have to do research on grates to see what is generally, seemingly, preferred. Plus, having everything in play will offer incentive to getting my kitchen back in order. The first thing I want to do is to begin a sourdough.
My fridge really does need cleaned out. But even if that were to happen, if legitimately now and more so in the future, it is starting too look like Frankenstein's refrigerator. Stuff bubbling here, and there, and over there. Righteous mostrous food prep! *grins* I am hoping, over time, to have little oddities here and there. Sauerkraut to pickles, sprouting grains and seeds to fermented grains and seeds, perhaps even aging beef, making pestrami and true dry salami. If I can't work, I should at least try to make myself useful. Since I can't even do daily~daily in a guaranteed manner, I might as well attempt to specialize in mid-term food and project efforts.
I am hoping to get a bath before my morning turns into a dawn. Between soaking and slathering I am hoping my feet will get better quickly. Much is improving, quickly and well. But much was wrong, and in really bad shape. A bath, more pumice stone, more slathering, a shave, and then in to town for some shopping and price comparing. Right... After this I will compare prices, tossing shipping into the equation, so I can compare apples to apples. Who cares if you get a 10% cheaper price, only to pay 25% more due to shipping and handling! I'm not the best with numbers, or tending them anyway, but I really try... when I can. Later.
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