Not great, not bad.

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Some things started.  Not much, but...  I'll be folding and putting up the towels shortly.  Then hitting the last of the dishes, at least what I rounded up last time.  A shower after that.  Then, maybe, setting up another grouping of dishes.  Not much to do, as far as extra dishes.  Just a sinkload or so.  If I can jump on that, I might finish with dishes for the week.

I looked around for games, pc games, that didn't require Steam or other online memberships.  I think they will begin hitting resistance.  Then again, most gamers are kids.  Rational thinking, or even privacy, aren't an issue for them.  Funny thing is, I need less privacy than they, and desire, and push for it, far more strongly.  If this government is the future, they will wish they had chosen privacy when they go for a raise, sometime in the future, only to be told the government says no, in spite of being in the "private" sector.  Or they are turned down for education.  Though men have stopped going to college.  Some colleges are seeing a 70% female population.  Education, at this point, is pretty useless.  Still, it will come back to haunt them, all of them.  SWJ's are in charge.  Sure, there is GamerGate.  But that is in one small area, and not even truly driven by conservatives.  There are as many liberals in that group as not.  Can't last.  If a group isn't fundamentally against liberal ideas, it always turns into a liberal institution.  Always.

Hmm...  It is a good day though.  I'm still a bit rough, though without pain.  I can see through slits in the curtains out onto a wonderful fall day.  I am enjoying.  Now that I have some things worked out, and Sassy is old enough not to be a psycho around insects, I can probably replace some curtains.  I got the thick thermal defense type.  But they have holes in them, as if shot by a tiny machine gun.  Sassy went after a type of bug I just couldn't keep out.  Not a truly problem bug, just if you have certain trees, or such, they gather.  And in such numbers that they can't be kept out.  She couldn't eat them, they have a nasty taste so I have heard, a self defense.  But she could sure kill them!  She has mellowed, and I have found stuff that has taken care of them, mostly.  Now I can replace the curtains, and probably add sheers, so as to have a varying amount of light, visibility, and heat/cold defense.  Soon.  Takes a long time for things to all match up and work out, doesn't it?  Just noticed that I can finally have new, and upgraded, window dressings.  Yum.

I would love to go shopping, maybe get a bite to eat.  Not sure that is possible.  Lots of stuff to do between now and what would be then.  Still, it's on my mind.  Later.

Up and at it.

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I think I beat 10:00.  I only let the girls in a few times a week, and yet they still help.  They have learned to knock on my door, or make other noises in the house.  Yes, I do have furry little fanged children.  And they want me awake.  Now that I don't feed them right when I wake, and the time can vary from a few to many hours before I feed them, they aren't as... insistent.  And yet they do like attention.  So... *tap, tap, tap*... *meow*...  even the forlorn mewl of a starving feline, left to the wilds.  They sound so sad.  It is, for me, truly entertaining.  Several sorts of skits they play for me.  I have seen children do these things too.

I wasn't able to get as far on my work list yesterday as I had hoped.  From what I saw, the power supply had not arrived.  That... sort of killed it for me, a bit.  Oh, I did some good work, just not to where I had wanted and even more hoped to go and do.  Yes, grownups can pout, or get hurt feelings, and then not play their part well.  Still, I did get some nice little chunks done and am in good enough shape to do more today.  More, after checking online at the vendor, I was informed that the item had arrived.  Huh?  I was about to bite a head off, or my version of that, when I decided to make a last physical check.  Not in the back, but on the front step, there it was.  I checked the site.  It seems it was delivered at 20:51(?or later).  Wow, that is the latest I have ever received a package.  I hadn't been tracking it since it didn't look like it had actually been sent just a day earlier... I just assumed it would be late.  So... now my mojo and incentive are back, perhaps, maybe I can dig more.  Or, maybe, I am just going to have to take it slow and do what I can, when I can.

I will be checking some other things.  I want to set up an area for working with the machine.  I am not sure what makes for good static discharge material.  I may have some, if... no...  While some neoprene mats are made as electronics mats, they aren't generally made with that quality.  I need to get in and see if I can find an antistatic bench mat.  Along with the anti-static strap to clip onto the power supply, that should keep that covered.  In Iowa, where humidity was the norm, it wasn't so bad.  But here in Utah, static electricity is so easy to generate.  Just a little zap will do ya.

Something dark is brewing.  Not so much in the world.  Or, well, yes, in the world, but that is normal for the world.  Something is chewing it's way through.  Dreams have been darkening.  A bitter psychic taste is being left as sleep's aftertaste.  Might go away, might not.  We'll see.  Later.

Some work, questions, and answers.

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Before I even really woke I reset the dishes.  Not only that, I dried and put about half of them up.  Then set the towels in the dryer to a fluff tumble.  Hmm, brots are thawed, but I might wait on those until I get a load of quinoa going.  Not much, but when work kicks off early it's usually a good sign.

I was recently approached, in a more general way, regarding love.  A young man who is at a good age for finding love.  He seems healthy, able, interested, and willing.  I put something general out, received a reply, then realized a fundamental had not been touched upon.  Does he have faith?  Without that, the chances of a life pairing are slim.  At best, I figure, for the secular set, twelve to twenty.  Without both having a belief in a set of objective truths, everything is subjective, and the subjective is not enduring.

I let him know that, if he doesn't have faith, I don't even suggest looking for a wife.  Even if he wants children, that is easier to deal with outside of marriage.  Sex is cheaper in other venues.  Whatever he is looking for can be found outside of marriage, for far less risk and cost.  None of it is... superior to marriage.  But without objective beliefs, marriage in any case is too much for those who can't abide truths beyond their wants, and in these times where marriage has become a terrible burden on men it is not to be entered without some hope of longevity, even permanency.

There is more, but start from the start.  No, I don't recommend someone find God to find a woman.  I don't think it works like that.  If you can see that God holds the keys to the kingdom, perhaps that might get you there.  But faith is not, really, derived from the hope of physical love, nor the desire for money or any other fleshly thing.  You are called or you are not.  Perhaps just advising as I did will get him to look.  But being European, almost alone as a Christian should he go that way, I'm not sure it would work anyway.

Complicated.  Yes.  True?  I think so.  Then, once you get past all that, assuming you make it and find a woman who is a Christian as well?  Even that isn't the ending point.  That is just the beginning.  Even a Christian woman is a woman, and has needs and wants that only a strong man will fill.  They aren't what she says, not always.  Her words are good guides, I'll just say that.  Look to tradition to know her real needs, which is "why" marriage, and family.  See where she is going in life, her part of life, and your life together, to see where and how to help her.  And listen, or... yeah... as much as you can.  Or at least let her feel as if you listened.  :p

I sent him a link to this place.  I don't think he will get it.  I just... I'm not sure I have more to say, specifically.  Through these pages I have spilled my thoughts, used music to express, and put as much of the world together as I can.  What caught his attention was something I wrote, as a comment, long ago.  Something about sigmas making our own world.  I still believe that is true.  And I still do so, more than some realize until you see me change hearts and minds of even dead-eyed bureaucrats, while calling them just that.  And, I live.  Even though, we all know, that... isn't really quite possible.  God has his part, I have mine.  And so it is.

Oh, right... On to a bit of gaming.  Then in a bit, laundry or dishes, then the other.  And, finally, if I finish enough of those, a shower and some of the living room work.  Maybe.  Later.

Late, later.

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Late to bed, just couldn't sleep.  Later waking up.  I even let the girls in.  Oh, and they bugged me.  They will sleep with me all night, mostly.  But when they think I should be up... it is quite like having real children... or certain children.  My brother was a morning boy when a midget anyway.  I was also a night owl.  They tickle my face, get me to pet them, mewl, meow, and play, trying to get me up and out.  No slouches, my young furry ladies have learned how best to do it.  And, if it fails, they take a break and come back in a bit.  Took them three runs at it to get the ogre to rise this morning.  But they kept at it.  And, actually, I am grateful.  They have learned not to cause bleeding or pain.  Other than that, they can bug me all day long if need be, off and on.

I slept well, no dreams to report.  I am seeming to feel better this morning, so I am hoping to push through a bit more on work.  I am just... right... there.  I'm at the tipping point to get back on my feet, but they drag, for now.  I did kick over two loads of laundry yesterday, the last of which is in the dryer, and should be dry.  And the dishes are ready.  So I haven't completely stopped, I'm just not moving as fast as I would like.  Yeah, I even kicked the dishes through several rinses yesterday.  While that doesn't get them dried and put up, it does keep the rinse water clear and clean.  Water goes fast around here, for whatever reason.  I want the dishes so as to get shower, and maybe out, in the next few days.

Hrm?  I hope the power supply isn't coming in the mail.  I ought to check that.  Our post is only open in the morning, and I am losing mornings, so...  Bleh.  I'll check.  If not, it should be here today.  Either way it should be here today, it's just that if it's at the post I am pretty much already too late to go get it.  Later.

A slow start.

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Or, more, a late start.  Given that I woke after 10:00, and am just starting on things now... makes sense.  Usually does take a bit to get the engine warmed before it can work, three hours isn't unlikely.  My heater coil sucks!  I set all of the dishes to a fresh soak, rearranging them so that specific ones will be more likely to be ready when I am next ready to work.  I like the water very hot, so when I dry things the temp helps with the task.

I realized, with the new machine about to be going together, that I don't have any modern games to play on it.  Oh, I have hundreds of old ones.  So I went looking.  This looked interesting.  What?  I don't get a playable disc, only a download code.  And I have to be online, fulltime, to play?  No.  Well, what about that one, or this one, or... all the same.  If you want to buy a new computer game, you don't get that game.  You get to rent it, essentially, online.  Wait until they get hacked and everybody ends up having nothing.  It's going to happen, if it hasn't.  The same goes for music, and movies.  If you don't have a physical copy, you don't actually own.  Of course, that is the dream of socialism.  A way of it.  One I don't choose to participate in, nor do I believe.  This won't work.  Then again, we are on the edge of the end of this time.  I suppose this is what is to be expected.  Our wants have outpaced the ability to produce.  Our producers have gotten so greedy that they won't actually sell product, only "prints", copies, and such.  Civilization needs to crumble when it gets to this place.  It actually already has.  It isn't even that we don't know it.  It's more that most don't want to let go of the dream.  Holding onto that will stall things just a bit longer, if at a greater price.  Like a junky taking one last big hit.  Perhaps hoping it kills.  Definitely knowing it will hurt more after but not really caring.

Up, late.

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Oh, I woke early, first.  Couldn't pull that train.  Back to bed.  Then I woke up on time.  Still couldn't do much about it, but take notes.  Something about "heck no!".  So dark, even at 8:00, if I saw it right.  Out at 10:00.  I hurt just a bit.  I really hurt earlier.  Sometimes that will keep me in bed, sometimes not.  I don't think it added to the problem this morning.  It was simply too dark.  And I was too tired yet.  I may take a few anicin.  I'd like to do some work.  That might not be possible without shaking these waking pains.  Normally I would let this low of a level of pain just go, and work around it.  But I am intent on getting work done, so will push, pull, take a few pain killers, and focus.

Dishes and laundry, plus trash.  That is the bare minimum today.  I would also like to hit the living room as extra.  Just clear an area, line up the electrical so as to be able to plug the power supply into a grounded outlet... which I need to check.  It's an old house, never can be sure... but need to be darned certain when tinkering with expensive components that are sensitive.  The power supply is supposed to be in tomorrow.  But I won't be ready by then.  However, I should be well enough along that I might be able to at least get the power supply arranged, and set the rest of the kit up around the area so as to start Saturday or Monday.

Dreams.  Just little ones.  Nothing stayed.  Entertaining, like pixies darting around in the air, livening the imagination, bringing a smile to the face as the thought that magic might be real.  I remember so little, only being well and truly entertained.  On to the day, I suppose.  Coffee, a bit of time waking, then... what I can, when I can.  Good day.

No work.

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Pushed a bit much in the last few days.  All good though.  No real suffering.  I even did get a nap in.  Needed it.  I'll get to work when I can.

I did cancel the order with Amazon, then ordered a power supply through Newegg.  I ended up with the same device, and if the rebate their offering actually goes through at a lower price.  Sheesh, Amazon... if you make a mere $20 mistake you really need to eat it.  That was as creepy of business I have ever had with them.  Could have just offered something else, or been there, rather than just running from the deal.  Creepy.  I hope that is the last time I get that feel from them.  The supply should be here Friday.  Not holding my breath, though not really too worried.  If online fails I have a few local sources.  I will just have to pay more.

So dark!

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In spite of all, I have been getting up rather early.  I have set my alarm these last few days.  The work I have been doing has made waking a bit more complicated.  I have watched as the sun struggles to stumble forth later and later.  I just didn't realize it had gotten so late.  It is after 7:00 and the heat machine is just brightening the sky.  I wondered if it was overcast, or something, but no, I don't think so.  That added to the weight of waking.  I may try to take naps to bolster my day schedule and need for sleep with the added work and extra want for sleep due to reduced sunshine.

Today?  Well...  I still have laundry to finish.  Mostly folding I think.  And then dishes.  I figure I can do that in parts.  The dishes are washed, they just need to be heat rinsed so they dry well, then dried and put up.  Interspersed with those things, I am hoping to clear the living room specifically for putting the machine together, and just in general beyond that.  I will have to order a different power supply.  Amazon offered one at an amazing price, probably by mistake.  And rather than just say it, they stalled the sale until it is useless to me.  It's the first time I have had them cheat me out of a sale like that, but they may be having just as much trouble as Walmart.  People don't buy when they don't have money.  China didn't pan out because they don't and won't have a middle class.  The politics Amazon and Walmart seem to support doesn't create, and certainly doesn't support, a middle class.  And neither the rich nor the poor shop at those places.  Just a pro tip for businesses.  Political support of socialism and cronyism isn't good for most profit programs that run on anything close to the freedom to buy and sell.  *wink*  Pissed me off though.  If you advertise a price, right out there, then either eat it or admit you did wrong, don't hang the deal.  Assholes!

I should have shopped while in town.  But I was pushing my limits being in town a second day in a row and working on the side.  I sure thought about it.  My nerves were a little jangled as well, already, from hoping I wouldn't get a ticket.  Well, and keeping that whole project secret.  I don't keep many secrets these days, at least not about current events.  What I know from the past, assuming you would believe, or even the future... a couple of books were written about them, but few understand and fewer believe.  Actually, oddly, and often, the ones who understand best believe the least.  I wonder if that is why Judaism has gone so far astray too?  Anyway...  If, and I do say if... no... Thursday or Friday, perhaps, I will get in, if I can.

On to a bit of waking.  It's nice to think I won't have to race around, righting the world, and doing fubar stuff.  Later.

Not a bad day.

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Beside doing laundry and dishes, to where I have them anyway, the last two days, I was also taking care of a little business.  I had to go to town both days.  I didn't write about it because there was a risk.  Some of my readers will hurt me, if they can.  As it turns out, with health issues, medicine troubles, drivers license problems, and all else, I missed getting my tags renewed.  I don't know what kind of fine is involved, on top of late fees I am sure if I didn't notice, but I suspect it is a whopper.  So, I hid what I was doing.

I went to town yesterday, to attempt to get an emission test, a requirement this year.  The shop was too busy.  Set me up for today, but didn't put it in.  I'm almost surprised they got me in today.  I guess since they promised, they went ahead and did it.  Then on to the county offices.  They had a guy in there.  It looks like he was trying to mess me over.  The ladies weren't too keen about something.  I wasn't sure if it was me or him.  After a bit, I suspect it was him.  Eventually I got what I needed and got out of there.  This is the first year I have had problems there, and the first year he has been there.  I hope it is the last.  The ladies are great, sociable at least.  This guy is the type of bureaucrat you don't want to ever have to deal with.  I am not sure he knows it, but I think so.

After that office, over to another.  They, actually, were rather smooth.  It is usually at the tag office that I run into some sort of trouble or other.  Not this time.  Did try to charge me as if I didn't have a veterans discount, but that was cleared up quickly.  I honestly don't think state workers think much of veterans.  It's a monetary thing, and I think for many of them they believe veterans should pay like everyone else.  No better, no worse, as they see it.  Unfair.  Or, that's what I gather.  They aren't alone.  No worries, I'll be dead before they retire.  And when they get none, or very little, of what they have been promised in retirement and Cadillac medical, then we'll... wait... I'll be dead.  I guess we won't talk.

Yeah, so I did get that managed, and without getting a ticket.  I just realized two days ago, that tags were overdue, and just by accident somehow.  I was definitely keeping that a secret though.  Ten to one I would have had a ticket otherwise.

Oh, I did try to call my friend the other day.  Wasn't sure we were still friends.  No answer, or call back, until today.  He has been in the hospital, just got out.  A stroke.  Plus he was very low on blood.  I wonder if the two went together.  We did talk a bit on the phone.  Since I was coming in, I offered to bring that blue cheese and visit.  Couldn't be sure when.  Sometime in the mid-afternoon.  Check.

I was a good boy, too.  I brought him blue, and another friend aged cheddar.  Both were delivered, as it turned out.  I bought a couple of orders of fries.  He hadn't wanted to eat, yet I thought a snack would be good.  No salt, doctor's orders.  Yeah, okay.  Choose which salt you are going to eat.  Indeed.  Still, more fries for me!  I talked a bit.  He is looking a little green about the gills.  I'll have to get him out shooting.  It would be nice if our other friend would go.  He has his own life, and times, and temperament, and ability and inability to go.  None of us is in great shape.  Still...

Yes, I did do all of the dishes, and have washed just about all of the laundry, and folded some of it.  The dishes got a fresh soak when I returned home.  I need to rinse them again tomorrow, dry them, then put them up.  Then hit the laundry.  Maybe Thursday I can get in for some groceries, and to get my friend to dinner if he is up for it, or bring something over and visit.  He is lonely, and a bit cabin feverish.  Don't I know that, on my own score.  And, some shooting before winter closes the thing.  Maybe a run on target shooting.

Yeah... a bit of a story but there ya go.  Later.

Raggedy man.

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Off in a minor way.  Ugly as always.  Even so, better.  I woke a bit early, after going to bed a bit late.  I would have stayed up but electricity was out.  What to do when it is yet dark?  Reading?  Not so much.  My mind is not ready for that discipline first thing in the morning, usually.  Even if I could get my mind to go that way, I could not keep it there long.  Even on good days, an half an hour to an hour of reading, at a time, is about all I can guarantee.  Oh, sure, there are authors who can create a near addiction.  Where I dig deep and hard and marathon their books.  But that is rare.  As is, I am reading either the bible or Vox's happy face book.  I'm hoping to finish that soon.  This book, however, is seen as more a technical manual.

The problem is, his book is written for those who are weak.  As he suggested, SJW's generally don't go after dogs of war.  They go after the go-along to get-along middlings, moderates, cuckservatives, call them what you will, who think they can duck attention and avoid attacks by waving whatever flag is being held by whatever attacking force is closest and trying to abide their rules, until whatever other force grows closer.  That's a losing bet, even for SJW's, who actually have a minority priority, but one that changes from day to day, hour to hour sometimes, and is based on the 2 + 2 = anything but 4, and also changes quickly.  I am just getting to the good part, though it may not make much sense to me.  Look, to be honest?  Set it up so that one of their units attacks, make it all look good in the public eye, many will side with you if given half a chance, and rip the attacker in half, spitting out bones.  It really does work, if it takes a bit of talent.  Just that you are bending time-space near them, laying out the groundwork for the sacrifice, will usually get them to flee in horror.  And, no, I am not talking virtually.

Oh, right, back to today.  I did get three loads of laundry through, some of it already folded and put up.  I did a few other things.  Today, hopefully, I will hit the dishes a first wash, shower, finish the laundry, and do a bit more.  Oh, trash has to go.  I wasn't worried about getting it out Sunday.  I don't have much.  But I should take it out on Sundays even if I won't be curbing it.  Yeah.

I checked the little freezer.  It looks like nothing even began to thaw.  Not sure how long electricity was out.  I only know that it was out at 6:00 or so.  That really does make me nervous.  On to... a bit of gaming, and coffee, to wake.  Well, after a look at some blogs.  Later.

Oh... just so's you know.  I am, by the way, for the most part, on Emma's side.

I am not the only one.

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Some of them know, as I do, that I get really close.  Some of them might even know some things I don't.  I don't know what day, what year, where, or how.  Has it already come and I am there?  No.  I wondered that for a long time.  No longer.  This last time, I was almost sure.  I wasn't alone.  I... see it in their eyes, hear it in their voice.  They thought I was to die.  What is it they know, or suspect, that I don't?  Did they simply suspect?  Odd if so, they are beginning to be able to know.  They seem satisfied that I yet live, if perplexed.  Like as if Ol' Yeller made it through the sickness.  They know I am not... usual.  I have known... for most of my existence.  Many don't even believe in all that.  Some are beginning to see.  Few like that, even if... they are open to it.  Then again, who has to like much.

Human.

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Alive anyway.  Yesterday was the best day I have had in a while.  Did some small bits of work, too.  Ate twice, and well.  More laundry will go through today.  More on the dishes, at least a rough wash and set to an extra soapy soak.  Plus two or three other tasks.  One of them is even a bit bigger.  Then, if there is time today... if not then tomorrow... I'll hit the living room.  Clearing a space to focus on the computer is the next goal.

Nothing hurts, nothing is swollen, nothing is out of sync or place of mind or body.  Just a bit of soreness, remnants of a body that has been very badly out of shape for a few days.  Nothing I haven't handled, and easily, more times and in more ways than any human probably can.  If it isn't the innards giving out, or in, or bruising my body getting back up, or tearing into my next project, then something runs me over.  It's my lot.  And I suffer it gladly.  Better than not being one's own, I suppose.  A servant of God, true, then to a child.  Now I am expected to follow along in wisdom as I can, not be told every step.  Of course, with responsibilities come freedoms.  Odd that a sometimes crippled up gimp has more freedom than the healthiest folk at times innit?  *wink*

Hmm... coffee, a bit of gaming, and carrots and peanut butter.  But first, changing out the laundry, one load to the dryer if I forgot last night, a new one in to the washer.  Later.

Turning north.

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Not that life is hugely better.  Just that, since the brutal waking, life had improved.  Anacin helped, I am sure of that.  But it wouldn't be helping by this time.  Coffee and medicine were good to me.  A bit of gaming, when the game doesn't snag and I have to restart, or let the machine rest a bit.  I do like the Fallout series, but man are they buggy.  No patch or work around, often.  Saving and getting out will usually fix the problem, unless it simply crashes and you lose whatever you had done in the last bit.  Saving often seems, somehow, to keep the crashes to a minimum.  It almost seems like the programmers meant to punish those who don't save often.  Still... it's something to do while I can't do much else.

I did reset the dishes to soak, and seriously looked at the laundry.  I really need to hit the laundry, and dishes.  I might, today.  Maybe.  I would also like to do a few other jobs.  Not too much.  I am not ready for a major hit.  I may be ready to do a bit here and a bit there, between resting.  Maybe.  I want to rampage through the cave, ripping everything that isn't nailed down, and then bring in a high pressure sprayer!  But that just wouldn't work well.  I have to... hrm... I have to hit it in an organized and thoughtful manner.  I have many things in a queue, even if that system has come to a stop.  It is still there, just covered by complication, ill health, and layers of cover.  It's still there.  I will get to it.

Just a bit, today, would be good.  Good for morale as well as the practicality of opening up room for other things to go forward.  If I was going to ask for prayers, it would be now, on this.  A day or two, if you can remember.  Just pray that I can keep it together and move forward a bit.  Not just today, but this week.  I remind, prayers for another are also good for the source.  Nothing bad can come from a little face time with God.

Well... a bit of gaming, then, maybe, on to either the laundry, back to the dishes, or maybe a bit of each.  Later.

Dead or dying.

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Brutal.  Not near the worst I have unconsciously faced, probably nearing, in some ways, what I have ever faced while wide awake.  It isn't so much the pain, that is still mitigated.  It is the confinement to suffering in general.  It is almost claustrophobic inside this sense of things, with no conscious way out.  I do my best with medicine.  And, really, all that is given, I do fairly well.  Every morning, almost every insulin, and at least half of my night pills.  I am not sure if I slipped yesterday or not?  Actually, I think I missed last evening (of pills, got the insulin).  In my current condition, missing one day of the water pill and I puff for a day or three.  So, yes, must have gotten that yesterday.

Why so rough I can't say.  I actually bought the computer components to keep me grounded, if you must know, and by the way.  With that, and the rest, on hand, there was always a chance I might flee.  I decided to take some time, the computer sort of clipped my wings.  Plus, it gave me something to do.  The power supply has been put on backorder.  If it isn't sent when they say next, I'll have to find another before my warranty on the rest falls off.  But it is giving me a little extra time to get a spot cleared for working on it.  Time I need.

For whatever reason, this morning, I feel like I did a swan dive off the third floor right into concrete.  Head and neck, pained and out of sorts.  As soon as the coffee is done I will have a slice of that with anacin on the side.  Docs told me to use tylenol, but it doesn't work.  It doesn't even seem to work against joint swelling when I have pushed something.  I'm starting to not believe very much of what doctors say, simply from experience.  Either I am way different, or everyone is while researches try to pin us all together... don't know for sure, just don't trust at all.  As with mom's cooking... if I can stomach it, and it works, I'll do it.  If two bites tell me no, then no it is.

A shower, right off this morning.  I cleaned my hair brushes while I was at it.  They need it from time to time.  Just brush your soapy hair, and then for me since I sometimes condition and today was the day for that, I ran them through my conditioned hair, then rinsed them out well.  Of course, after having removed as much hair from the bristles before anything else.  I needed, and wanted, a shower.  I hoped to do it yesterday but didn't get around to it.

Strange dreams of late.  Telling me to look, to see, maybe even to do.  I just can't seem to focus or remember or...  Later.

Oh, just a bit of mood music.