Hmm? Just healing I think.

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Because the tip of the finger seemed so much bigger, I didn't really think the middle section had been hit.  As I am seeing things more clearly, I now believe it was.  I, essentually, crushed that finger down to the second knuckle.  It is all, now, down to about twice the size of the other pinky.  But it is working, without fuss.  I use it gingerly, but that is nearly automated now, done without thought, and will change back on it's own.  I never did feel great pains, just a few stabbing jolts.  Though I think I needed the heat, which means... there was probably more going on.

I think I am on the other side of the hidden pain, and even shock.  I woke warm enough, with the furnace at 68 (higher than usual, but needed lately) so warm that I had to turn a fan on low to get back to sleep for the last quarter to half of my sleep cycle.  Even with the outside being extremely cold, and having been so for a while now.

For the last... while... it's been under 20.  And, when I looked recently, it was between fifteen and twenty below, if I caught it right, outside.  I don't know, it just seems a stronger longer colder cold snap than I remember.  But then I don't go out daily, and I don't keep absolute track.  Even then reports are just as often wrong as right, so unless you just take your own readings, and log them, then do some minor stats, knowing isn't really truly possible.  Besides, felt is different from practical, as I know well myself.  We don't live in a perfectly digital reality where what is is being also what is felt.  It's... odd that way.

Relying on your guts is good, right up until it isn't.  Relying on your instruments is good, right up until it isn't.  Both can and will fail you.  Instruments, usually, are a final resource... right up until failure which... requires your guts.  Ugh!  Still, I am alive.  I am guessing I have, or had, a very keen nose for these things.

Oh, right.  I am almost beginning to feel better, and ready.  I am looking around, as if hungry, but for work.  I have some clothes in the dryer that got lost in the blizzard of messy life.  I'll dampen a towel and... wait.  I want to deal with the laundry that is clean but out in baskets.  THEN, after a break, I'll hit those.  Then a shower, setting up dishes, and maybe begin cycling laundry through, now that I have the folding board out and operational.  After waking.

If all that foes forward?  I will either hit the dryer or range, and get it leveled.  Or both?  Depending on what the oats do for my breakfast.  Hmm...  I haven't soaked any, but I might... nah, no milk or cream.  Blasted!  I could check the eggs.  A few eggs would be okay, I suppose.  Especially if I have an onion.  I do have a bit of cheese.  Hmm...  We'll see.  I just... think it might be possible.

The real goal this week, however, is to catch the house back up to where it was at peak, in the first few days, then to hit the bedroom for the last three or four days.  Laundry and dishes are side details, but I wish to keep them going.  Hmm, I think Monday will be my linens day.  And, since I will be having laundry ongoing... all good.  With linens on Monday, perhaps that would be the day for all cottons, from jeans to polos to towels.  Or... something.  Maybe it will just be laundry day?  I'm... just figuring things out.

Oh, I now have 5k followers on gab.  I did recruiting these last x number of days.  Something to do while all else failed.  Next, to double that.  It'd be cool to have 10k~20k when I check out.  No, not that kind of checking out.  After the first 100 days, I am considering it.  It's... not really my thing, I guess.  Too... what's another word for needy...  Too... CHATTY!  :p

On to waking.  Have a great evening.  Yeah, days and nights are inverted.  Later.