Thirsty as a devil, tired too.

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I have no idea why.  I do wonder, sometimes, if a dry spell happens here, just as with rain or snow or hot or cold, but it's very own thing.  I purchased a humidity gauge, but I haven't been tracking it well.  From what I have seen, which is very give or take, the usual range is in the 30's.  Today, the 24 hour high has been 24%, the low 16%, and it is currently 22%.  That might be what exacerbates my thirst.  The cold actually adds to my thirst as well.  I've been drinking more like three gallons a day the last few days.  Even that isn't quite doing it.  Mostly tea and then some milk.  I may add water, or exchange water, in.  Sometimes that helps, sometimes it actually makes my thirst worse.  Life, for me, is a crapshoot, regarding almost any phenomena of the physique and how to treat it.  Odd thing though, I've been able to keep the water out of my feet anyway.  Dry, might just be having it zapped out, just as if I was in a hot, rather than cold, desert.

I did get the trash out, not much else.  A few dishes done, and a few set to soak, but just a few.  Maybe, tomorrow, I can get the barrel in, check the mail, do more dishes... who knows.  Thirst isn't helping.  And, even though I am eating more often, that isn't helping much either.  It's high winter in a colder than usual winter, and dryer than usual for the moment.  I'll keep trying to get the engine going and work on some things, or just keep resting as needed.

A woman decided to chide me.  Something about how women hit the ground running.  How my handle was a pseudo handle.  About how clever she is, and how big a girl she is for having a tech-god boyfriend or husband or whatever these days.  Remember how I suggested I could, with that look and a few words, bake the meanest of my women?  Yeah, well.

I suggested that I will, in essence, be here forever.  Until the end of time.  In my essence.  She won't.  She, and women, might hit the ground running, but that is because that which they draw their worth is gone so much faster than the horror that is the length of their lives compared to it that there isn't a choice.  There was a bit more, in both directions, her first, me last.  Haven't heard "boo" from her since.  That look, and a few words.  Oh... which is which?  The song, yeah, always music.  I found this in about two seconds.  Or... it found me.  I never can be sure.

Are you sure you want to play a game?  Oh, and my first half gallon of water down.  Seems to have helped.  Another half before bedtime, I suppose.  Good night.