Taking it easy.

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I didn't sleep until nearly 0:30.  I needed a little time to settle toward sleep after the big rush at the end of the day.  I only woke twice in the night.  The first time the water didn't seem to have gone down in the pot, the second time I needed to add sixteen cups.  Perhaps I didn't realize it had gone down as much as it had that first time... or it drops very quickly at some point in the process.  After doing this three times now, I am beginning to suspect the latter.  For some reason, the broth already had a white cast to it.  Perhaps too much vinegar?  I used that for deglazing, then adding more to the whole pot.  Yeah, that would be my guess.  It will take more time to understand these things.  Still, I am pretty sure the stock will be just fine.  And thick.  I am almost sure I will need to split this out between two pots before it is done, and then cut it with water by filling both pots.  Those knees provide a might lot of bone broth stuff, then add in a package of trotters and two packages of oxtail, and... well...  After the anemic nature of the last stock, I... probably pushed this one a bit.  All good.  It'll work.

Sore, tired, cranky of body, as I start out.  It is overcast to add that to the morning brew of life.  I suspect I may end up needing a nap in not so many hours.  Making it to noon would be good.  Though, often these days, if I make it to nap time I simply roll right on through.

The socks are mostly dry.  I actually hoped they would be fully dry by now, if I didn't quite believe they would be.  The hope that exists in a mind of doubt leaves only good surprises.  I was not surprised.  Still, it is pleasing to have clean socks.  And to have done it myself, in a manner I am sure that is good for them.  As silly as it may seem, I actually see that as a form of maturity.  I can use all of that I can garner, learn, obtain.  Not a worldly thing, or a self thing, just a good thing.  I should have one new pair of knee-highs to use for today.  Yeah, knee or thigh high is how I went.  Shorter ones really end up causing odd problems.  They hurt with the swelling and discomfort more than help.

Oh, beside dinner later... first day of fasting again... and the bone brew, I will at least get the nearly final load of dishes in and soaking.  If it is small enough, I may finish that out today.  If not, perhaps I can at least wash that all once the set it to a rinse.  Weird not having to plan food for earlier.  Tonight will be simple.  I will have the remnants of the chuck roast and cabbage, then probably the remnants of the roast that wasn't added in, a salad if any of that is still good, what milk I have left, and an half portion of sunflower seeds.  Though I would like to get a cup of creamed chicken broth down, and maybe a cream tea.  Gotta get the fats in.

Feeling terribly wonderful.  It hurts, and tired, but because things got done.  They got done late, but that is when I could do them.  A catch-22 I can't always escape.  A brutal little life sometimes, but... how terrible a simple life, at least in these fallen times.  Ease is surely death, or slavery.  Death by trial is surely better.  Good morning and day.

Ah, one more thing.  A vid from a fellow blogger.  Just a thought.