Hmm, I think I can.

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Not tomorrow.  Maybe then too, but today I mean.  I called my mother but she didn't pick up.  Next, a shower I hope.  Then setting up dishes and getting laundry back, perhaps getting a load going.  If I do laundry, just one small load.  As I may have mentioned, for me, I have learned a right configuration... two to four towels, shirts, underwear, perhaps two t-shirts, and two pair of jeans/slacks.  There might be room for a few odds and ends, but... too much more and folding and such just is at risk of not happening.  Yeah, I like clothes and towels folded and put up or hung.

Dishes?  I might be able to wring a load out tonight, but no promises.  If I can get a load washed, and reset to a fresh soak, after a bath, I'll be happy.  If I can get those things done or started, I might be able to hit the kitchen just a bit.  No more, but it's a start.  I won't say medicine is helping, but the thought of it might be.  I like being back on the road.  It's a tough road, whichever way I go.  Even just flopping into a ditch, since I can't seem to die.  So... better to at least be fruitful as I drag ass... at least if I can be.

Up very late.

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It wasn't the effort yesterday, I am sure.  It was the restarting of medication.  I am not even on the worst of it yet.  And I won't be starting that, even then, fullout.  Probably half of half.  Still, that's the way it goes.  I didn't think the rest of it would cause a hit, drop, fall.  I guess, compared to the other, it doesn't.  But it sure does.  I am glad I was more cautious this time.  Although, this time, I am only going up in ranks of medication twice.  After this.  Yeah, I can tell it was restarting medicine.  It's just... a different feel.  All good though, I suspected it might happen, which is why I am taking it slow.  It is even why I was... taking my time restarting it.  I hate adding a load to an already stressed system.  I know, it gets better on medicines... mostly... usually.  The highs are higher but the lows are worse, even sometimes to having to stop taking medicine.  HuP!  No I know and attend better though.

I hit the tub with the plunger today.  Nothing.  Plunge.  Nothing.  Plunge.  Nothing.  Plunge.  Gurgle.  *swoosh*  I had cleaned the tub recently.  I was terribly surprised to see only a little ring remain, which I will clean off when I shower next.  I thought I was being punished for a good dead and would need to scrub the thing all over again.  Sometimes a good deed remains untarnished even through the flood.  :p

I just brushed my fangs.  I might even begin trying to hit them three times a day.  I have some specialty gargle that... well...  For a couple of weeks I want to hit them hard.  Oh, they are healthy.  Healthier than I have any right to, it's just they get a little... long in the, well, tooth, from time to time when sorely neglected.  I am also hoping to hit many other things, if I can.  Back to work in the cave.  I want to get the kitchen and bathroom reset for a plumber to be in without too much fuss this next month.  Yeah.  At least I don't have to call him early.

Later.

A start. Restart.

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Murderously stumbled at it.  First to get the shower.  Ugh...  Wash, scrub, double soap, triple.  Rub a dub dub.  I love showers, especially when truly needed.  Of course, now the tub as full and not draining.  I have plunged a great deal.  I'll try again tomorrow.  If all else fails, if I will keep at it I may call a plumber in.  While he does that, I'll get a quote for some other work.  Bleh.

I made it to the post office first.  Several packages.  Including a device by which miso can be added to broth.  Yeah, I know.  Not absolutely necessary.  It's just...  And I think it can be used for other things.  Not used in the US, that ended up shipping from Japan and took... a month or two?  Bleh.  Still, it's here now.

Then I needed to get some packages returned.  Even with me saving boxes of various sizes, getting the right one for the right one is often a bit of a trick.  Which is why I save packing material.  Just the paper kind and I doubt the blown plastic bubbles will last and I think old peanuts might get nasty, and fast.  I almost just didn't do it, but... darn it.

I then drove through the car wash.  Yeah, I like paying upfront and just being able to clear any time I happen to be in town without worry about cost.  She needs to be detailed a couple of times.  I let the cleaning go for a bit.  I'll... fix it.  And I ate pizza.  Yeah, I know.  But I have been off everything for a while.  The pizza was a kiss off to how I have been doing.

Medicine was taken, for the first time in a while.  I started wearing the socks again.  I'll take meds tonight.  I'll brush my teeth again.  I did shopping and will begin mixing milk and whole cream in an attempt to get thicker kefir, probably tomorrow.  And tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my diet.  Or, that's the plan.  I do have to have carbs, but greens, whole rice (a little), quinoa, onions, things like that.  Smaller doses, but good, slow burn, carbs.  Gotta have some.

Yes, today.  A restart.  Good night.  I have a bit more time to be up, a few things to do, but... I'll be getting there soon.  Sleep well.

Some days...

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As I wrote there I will suggest here...  Some days I just don't seem to be able to do it right.

I've been off of all right things of late.  No work.  Odd and wrong timing and food for eating.  I haven't been taking medicine or else.  I am going to push through today, in an attempt to get some things started.  I think medicine, some of it, is required.  Though, too, there will always be times when I simply fail.  That I am not failing all of the time... the why of that is above my paygrade.  It is above the paygrade of doctors.  I am starting to think not even the angels could say why.

That doesn't mean I will quit.  While it might not be an opportunity to enjoy, it is an opportunity to serve my Lord.  How?  Witnessing to life, through suffering, illness, and pain... showing that death cannot defeat will, only the body, and not even always then.  How much less in God's grace and beyond the veil.  Well, and, once in a while, a good deed here.  It's difficult for me to find them to do, but... it happens.

Interesting.

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As you know, I don't have cable for television.  I also do not have an antenna so as to pick up local broadcasts.  I mean not to have either ever again.  So watching the debates isn't likely.  I don't think they broadcast that on radio, either, and would have no idea what channel to tune in if so.  In any case, I was able to "watch" the debate through Gab.

Now, not verbatim.  But when a topic would come up, there would be a ripple.  I would see something about, say, emails.  I'd have a pretty good idea, but then other bits, such as... she is claiming Russia.  Then I would know, for sure, which emails.  On and on, and then the general idea of a response.  It was an interesting way to 'listen to or watch' the debate.  I even brought a few things up that I hadn't seen broached, like zerocare (obamacare if rightly named).  After I wrote it, I caused a ripple in the chatter, and then the topic was broached.  I... think they are, the handlers, listening to us.  I do.  I honestly think my notion made it to the ears of at least one side of the debate and the handlers of the debate.  Coincidence?  Maybe.

Had a bit of a ball.  A few notes, some shared comments, listening to other folk, and a jab at my situation.  All good.

I need to start getting back into real life though.  Not quite today.  Some work around the house today.  And a trip to town in the next four days.  Food and cleaning, medicine and whatnot.  And, of course, blogging and Gab.  It's what I have.  Later.

Sure rile them up.

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Some women, most women, don't get it.  For them to lose their "rights", all men have to do is nothing.  Which, if you ask them, is exactly what they want.  Right.  But they do want their rights preserved, but only by... doing nothing?  Right.  I don't coddle.  I make it very clear.  Them or us?  The thing is, if we don't do anything... check mate.  Women will lose their rights, and sanctity, respect, and what else the West affords.  If we do something, to ensure we don't have to do it again soon, women will have to lose some of their "rights".  Voting isn't, and never was, a right.  It was limited, to men, over the age of 25 or 26, and taxpayers, and for a reason.

The choice is quite simple.  But it lies in that place that women cannot look.  It is why they were handled with kid gloves, but kept from certain areas of life.  It has to happen again, either softly, or with the back of a sharia inspired slap.  There isn't another choice.  People are living in a bubble created out of history that is totally false.  It was sustained by true wealth creation, until thieves and liars took over and stole what was being produced and ate the geese which were laying the golden eggs.  Now only pigs grow fat, and that on the backs of people being crushed by their government and corporations.  There is no more real gold, growth has died, it is all fixed.  The golden age is finished.  And all that fiction of equality is going to hit reality, one way or the other.

A lot of folk, even on Gab, think we can just... twist the wheel.  Just a bit.  That will save us.  The truth is, there is no salvation.  The wheels are off the road.  How far down is anybody's guess.  We will have to bottom out.  It will hurt everywhere.  Many won't survive.  A lot of people think this, what we are in, is bottom.  This is a splendid time.  I recommend you enjoy, save up a bit, pray, but prepare for a very long hard winter.  Amen.

Awake and good?

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You know, I think so.  I just feel better.  Not the best, not even normally healthy, just... better.  I've been rough and tumble for a while now.  Nothing too horrible, just nothing that is fun to fuss with.  Already sandbagged, this sensation of being really out of sorts adds another sandbag... but they aren't equal, so add to both the weight weighing me down and a large imbalance.  Still off, but, better.

Today?  I don't know.  A shower.  Some cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen if I can hit it. Setting up dishes for a soak if I get the shower in.  And getting laundry back and ready to go if I get that far.  If I can do a load of dishes and laundry, cool.  If not, just having things ready will do.

It looks like a device to help put on compression socks is in.  I don't need it because I lack strength.  Actually just the opposite.  I stretch socks too easily if I just pull them on.  Now, that is a lot of work, and tires me for a bit or lot, so I am hoping it will cut the energy expenditure, while allowing me to keep the compression in tact and help the socks last longer and be in the right place instead of elongated.  I might get out to get that today, or tomorrow.  Bleh.

Later.

Yeah, feeling better.

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Not quite to doing better.  As suggested, I got the trash and recycling out.  Most of it.  I was picking up bits more through the day, taking small extra loads out to the trash.  Recycling pickup happened too early.  No complaints, just, that's how it worked today.  Yeah... trash.  Getting it out should help.  A lot.

I hope to get to more.  I did make lunch.  Nothing fancy, cabbage and beef as suggested.  Oh, I best pull pork and lamb chops out, maybe a steak, and more hamburger.  It really pays to stock up on meats.  All I need to buy is greens, milk, and butter type things.  I can go without those things for a pretty goodly stretch... nearly as long as I have meats here actually.  Not the best of plans, but it works if all else fails.

I'd like to get in to town again soon.  Kefir, but I want more milk and cream to mix in such a way as to attempt to replicate unseparated whole from the cow milk.  Actually, I ought to look up what portion of which is to be used to make a reconstituted whole milk, or whether there might be a trick to it.  brb...  *elevator music*  Okay, finding an exact recipe wasn't possible.  And, really, that "whole milk" can mean many things is another problem.  As well, the breed, season, etc, all can play a part... unless the mixes are formulated for standards.  What I am seeing is that the milk should have 4.6% to 6% fat for it to be whole.  I'll check mine.  I may not need a full half and half, though more is definitely needed.  I will start with a quart of whole cream per gallon of milk, and head toward a one to one ratio as needed.  I really hate having watery kefir.  I want it thicker, like what stores produce, but without the thickeners they use.  Though there are some thickeners that might do if the milk cream mix doesn't get it.  Yeah, there I go, playing with my food again.  But kefir, when it is right, is fantastic.  And can lead into so many other things, cultured creme fraiche to cultured sour cream, and much more.

I am feeling better.  I wish I could be even more active.  It will have to do as I attempt to get back on my feet and do some things soon.  Be well.  Later.

Yes, yes. Maybe.

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I almost feel better.  I am awake, the trash and recycling is out, perhaps a shower in a bit, then maybe some work.  More cabbage and burger, if not preferred.  It is just what is available.  I suppose I could tinker with spices to change it up.  I still enjoy it, but I don't want to go the way I did with meatzza.  I sort of burned out on that.  It'll come back, I just have to change things up a bit more.  Boredom is a serious risk when frequent cooking, complex cooking, isn't possible daily.  Even ribeyes, every day, would get dull quickly.  I just have to remember to thaw various foods.  Having beef steaks, pork and lamb chops, and ground of each, even so, gets tight.  Even when adding in various options.  Low carb is a bit of a trick is all.  All good, I'll keep at it.  Which reminds me, I need to pull out enough meat to last until Friday.

I don't know if some aspect of the weather has lightened up or if I have become attuned.  Perhaps messing with the furnace has helped me find the optimal temp.  I don't know.  I only know I am doing a bit better.  Hard work level better?  It's the intent.  Yeah, I... really need to hit the kitchen and bathroom.  I think I can square it back away, and maybe get a few more steps ahead, but it will take a day of heavy dedicated effort.  I really want to do that, then maintain, to have a plumber in at the first of next month.  Bleh.

I'll keep at it.  Later.

For a time.

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Sometimes I forget.  Sometimes she, several of her, almost remind me.  So be it.

Back to cooking for a moment.

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I love spices.  Not just one type, or direction, such as standard American (as much as that is even possible), Italian, Indian (dot), or... whatever.  If I was wealthier I would keep more on hand and tickle mixes.  I have made more mixes, of my own devising, than I can count.  Some were a guess at a chef's work, some where just my mind working in the background until a 'recipe' pops, some were suggestions from others.  Mexican, Italian, and Indian mixes were my most common themes.

With Indian food, I could not deal with something in their food... sometimes.  I had to test a good deal to figure it out.  Curry.  No, the spice.  Most people call food curry, but it really isn't.  It is actually spiced with something called (garam) masala (?spelling, though it may vary?).  There are more variants of masala than of any spice mix I have ever heard mention.  It isn't even just Indian, but travels a great deal and has many different names in different places, and times probably.

Here is one example.  I like what he does with this.  There are some things I might change, some things I think are spot on.  Though a few of the spices he uses would be new to me.  And I appreciate that he is open to the protein.  I just can't do chicken very often, chicken breast not at all for my part.  I've eaten it, and will, but I can't do it right, ever.  Hmm... I am thinking of marinating with this spice blend or close and yogurt or kefir overnight.  Yeah.  More beef or lamb though.

These spices are made for a people who are quite often vegetarian on into vegan.  So they really need to add flavor.  While it seems social over their, it is also due to crushing poverty and extreme population density plus severe poverty.  So less might be needed on meats, though full flavor can be fantastic in my humble opinion.  By the way, while Indian food is know for hot spice, as with a few other ethnic foods, there were no hot peppers around the world, until after Columbus.  Those are American.  Thank you, Christopher, for sharing the Burn.

Hey, I like to cook, and eat, and rightly if possible.  So sue me.

Oh, really? What time again?

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It's 4:00 and all is well.  I am feeling just a bit better.  No real reason to it.  Why does it rain, why does the sun seem warmer this sunny day than that, with all else seeming equal?  Because.  I think they wrote a song, repeating that word often.  I can't remember if they tried to answer or if it was just saying.  Hmm, was it in Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang?  I can't help the shows they made for my age group as a child anymore than you can.  It was one of those shows.  Not looking it up, now, yet, maybe ever.  I am quite sure I won't end up happy with it.  Most things from childhood seem, to me, best to remain in childhood.  At least secular things.  There are exceptions, I just don't think that would be one of them.

I am hoping to get to cleaning today.  Trash, a shower, dishes, and maybe lining up laundry.  Perhaps doing laundry.  I don't feel like it.  I am not sure I am able.  None of which matters.  Now that I can see the need, have the want, and am aware, I will put my best foot forward on these things.  I may need a nap at around 8:00 or 9:00 though.  I'll know more later.  Ah, I need to reload my medicines into the two-week dispenser.  I've mostly been taking them, the ones I had.  Potassium was out, at least.  Back on the pill-gang.  :p

Enjoy your weekend.  Good morning and day.