Something is going on.

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I have been lagging. Sure, bone broth... a few meals here and there... this and that.  But truth be told, I have been down.  The last few days, as if on the river bank with my line in, I've been getting a few tugs.  A little chore there, some business here, you know... like things might be picking up.  That continues.  I did a portion of the dishes.  I suppose if I was satisfied with the water throughout, and could handle the mechanics of crouching for longer... do my dishes in the tub... the kitchen faucet, again, is ooc... I'd probably do them all.  There is always some limit, sometimes multiples.

In any case, I did about a third of them, reset the rest to a fresh soak.  Then, with my other big stock pot clean, I strained the stock.  Other than removing the minor bits, using both and extremely finely meshed (professional level) chinois, plus cheesecloth the first shot, I plucked  everything that was gunk or meat.  I strained it two more times with the chinois, then set it back to stew with the bones that were still good.  It was low enough that I had to add more water, but just one of the smaller pans, perhaps a gallon and change.  I then reset the stock pot I had just washed, then messed with, back in for a soapy soak, and decided to add more dishes.  I won't add any more dishes until I get all these washed... which should be shortly.  I am hoping to get these done, get a shower, groom just a bit, then make it to the post before closing time.  It will be a close shave.  Though, if I fail, with all else out of the way, though perhaps some small part going back in for a new soaking of things... I should be able to get there tomorrow... worst case scenario.  A race?  Only if turtles really race... of their own accord.

Yeah, perhaps I'm getting back to something.  I can still feel the low potassium, so I would really like to get to the store.  Even with the stuff in today, I think I'd like to double up.  They actually, years ago, suggested they didn't mind 20 micro... macro... one of the Geek... and actually said double that.  They REALLY thought I was going to croak at any moment.  I assured them no such think would happen... I'm not a prince, and only as a prince could I possibly be croaking?  Well...  And, no, I don't think they thought much of what I said or thought was all that funny.  Thankfully they realized I was too hot to handle, and they didn't have a means of control.  So they let me go for bad behavior.  It's my story, I'm sticking to it, probably closer than you know.

Later.