Not much yesterday.

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Ugh.  I remember, in highschool, in track and field, trying to improve my "standing" jump.  I suppose they had to differentiate between non-tool and pole vaulting.  Still, couldn't they just have called it race or sprint vaulting?  Anyway.  Over the course of a season, you really could improve, your first, maybe second, year.  After that, every little bit of improvement became a bear to obtain.  An eighth, or even a sixteenth, of an inch was a hard won victory, and would only last... maybe... if you kept at it.  I guessed then, and suspect more strongly now, that the fight wasn't with reality, but with one's own self.  When we understand things, beside jumping pole vault and more heights we will also walk on water and think no more about it then we do getting up out of a chair.  I nearly skip out of bed usually, and hop out of chairs without a thought, even now.  But getting to work is another thing.  I do aim at it, I don't always hit the target.  Though it has more to do with a lack of sun than a weakness.  Odd for one who is so sensitive to the sun though, really.

Today?  I am hoping to finally get the last of the dishes.  I rotated, then reheated, them yesterday, but never did do them.  As well, tortilla dough.  I have decided, with those, I will probably make a quesadilla, but just one, just cheese though maybe onion too, and that will be that.  Two batches will go in the fridge and three or whatever is left will also be split out, then frozen.  The last thing I hope to do is take food and glassware (1/2 gallon jars that have been cleaned) downstairs, and organized.  I might try to get the kitchen a bit more squared away with the room made through storing... and I might try to get the old water heater up and outside, to be taken to a metal pile next time I am out and about.  Yeah.  Not sure about any of it, but that is the list.

Well, and maybe a smallish breakfast before long.  I have kefir water again, but keep forgetting to soak oatmeal in it.  That makes a really good breakfast.  Then again, until later, I don't have milk.  I really like milk if I am going to eat gruel.  So, perhaps tonight, I will remember to sour some oatmeal grains for breakfast tomorrow.

Dreams... lots of them... but they didn't stick.  In one of them I used my powdered milk.  What I have is the best I have tasted, and I sampled around.  Carnation stuff is the worst, I think.  Not sure why it remains common.  Is it the cheapest?  Bleh.  What I have, after looking at what others like, and tasting the bottom, middle, and top of several lists, is what I like.  And?  And it is still powdered milk.  I have found how to add enough powder to get the so-called full-fat milk that I prefer without getting clumps.  And the flavor degrades.  Still, in an emergency, after all else is gone for a bit, this will do.  And it will work in baking fairly well.  Can still taste some of the oddness, but it is s-okay cooked/baked.  Oh, and there were other dreams.  I know I laughed in there.  Though I doubt if you and I always share the same sense of humor.  No tears, though some serious struggle consternation.  Dealing with the government, about something.  I don't always have to win to win, and winning isn't about my pride these days but about justice, truth, and some other things.  My will is the least of my worries.  God's will, if I can have a concern, is my concern.  So winning isn't going to get me something, it's going to be right.  Details, of dreams, though, are like dust in the blender.  :p

Painpills, again, first thing.  I am going with a chomp of those, first thing, for the rest of the week.  It really does help, even if I don't sense the pain, usually.  I don't need more later, though... maybe?  A nooner, give or take, too?  Only this week, to try to push through.  After that I am just going to have to suffer and suffer poor performance.  I am trying to kick over but I won't medicate myself to death to do it.  They really have been opening some things up, if function isn't quite following.  Yeah... nooners... all week.  Odd that I can't feel what can fell the oak that I can be.  Later.