Well, yes, but?

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Okay, I had intended to do the dishes, sort the stock, and take a shower before going to bed.  But?  But nothing.  Sure, tinkering with the machine to get it to function, as poorly as it would initially, then tinkering until finding a resolution... all of that set me back, oh, three or four hours?  I was multi-tasking, a bit, though.  Still, at least two hours off my course, maybe more.

Dishes are finished.  Well, some have been lightly dried then set to air dry.  But glass and steel have all been dried and put up.  Plastic containers are difficult to clean to clear.  The broth is still cooling, perhaps another hour, which means a shower will be no skin off my sleeping nose.

More?  As I said, I realized security was required.  With amazon down... well and I wanted a new gasket for the pressure cooker.  So, when that was back up, I went shopping.  I also found a new pressure valve for the pressure cooker, in case it isn't just the seal, or the seal at all.  I don't know if it will work.  I've got two problems with the pressure cooker.  The first is that the instructions always suggest far too little water.  Okay, which is fine, I usually watch well enough that I can catch it before bad things happen.  However, that really isn't cool, and will still kill the gasket, or cause problems elsewhere.  It's not built to be a smoker.  So, yeah, I have internet security up and running, and a gasket and replacement pressure valve on the way.  I love pressure cookers, but... damned things sometimes.

How's that for a day of rest?  You have no idea how much I have done in these last too weeks, sometimes easily, but in these last two or three days seeming having to step over my broken body to do it.  All good.  I do try to rest more when needed, or nap.  I am trying to pay attention and rest as I can.  I just... I am with wind.  Wind walking through improbability.  And doing well, if still so very far behind.  Though, finally, I really am close to being ahead on dishes.  And staying well ahead.  I got behind, actually, with my initial ankle swelling and never caught up while fasting.  Now, almost.  Then to begin really tearing into the kitchen.  And the rest of the cave.  Maybe a commercial dumpster to simply clear and clean down to nubs... It might be the only way.

Oh, well, good night.  Probably.