Awake, if not quite at it.

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I wrote a post earlier.  I decided not all that was written was important.  So... a redo.

The anacin did help.  I slept well, for the eight hours rather than longer to avoid pain or shorter due to pain.  I still have just a tetch of sun poison going on.  It is very manageable though.  As soon as the sun rises, I will probably go out and put a bit more water on the asparagus.  Not a true soak, as last night... just a quick water.  While at it, before it heats up, I'll grab the wheelbarrow, pull the chokeweeds near the blueberryish bushes, then work on that pile of branches.

Between now and then?  I would like to hit the dishes, reset them, probably dry the laundry a second shot, and fiddle in the kitchen, clearing, cleaning, sorting, tossing, stowing.  If I can get to things.  There is a decent chance.  Oh, and a bite to eat.  Probably beef and beans again, though a couple of eggs on top wouldn't be bad.  Not too much, if I am still terribly hungry.  Something, down, inside, needs food.  Some foods work, some don't.

I would like to dig in a bit more today than yesterday, set up medicines too, take tomorrow off, then hit it hard Monday.  With some advances, morale rises, it become easier to really hit it.  I have been going through food like a fool, which has meant cooking.  I really should buy food in town soon.  It's just more complicated when I am trying to cook, clean up from that, and work.  I haven't been a good steward of my money, though, and have things on my list.  I keep... stumbling.  We'll see.  That is why I haven't been buying.  Hmm... maybe, if I can focus, I might start... during times I wish to work more heavily, figure out how to satisfy my hungers without having to cook.  If I can get it down to an inexpensive art, that may... become a more normal part of things.  Keto?  Well...  Life is life.  I'm not sure I can afford to choose what I eat.  Though intermittent fasting, and some care to right(er) foods, might do well enough?  I'll find out.

I did call my mother.  It sounds like they just got some sun there, too... for the last few days.  Dark and hard, this spring, everywhere.  I don't know if she will be gardening this year, they hadn't decided.  Though it isn't sounding like it, from the mood sort of side of things.  Then again, really, I am not gardening either.  I am growing, essentially, perenials... or such.  This year.  Other than, maybe, a few fruit tress this fall, maybe a very few other things, I am sort of spent out on putting things in the ground this year.  Next year?  A few raised beds in the back yard, this side of the fence.  Perhaps a trim planter as well, for around part of the perimeter.  Just tinkering, as much as anything.  Well, some of what I have, however, has not been started.  It just hasn't seemed warm enough.  I still have a goal to put some herbs seed to dirt, perhaps planting in planters, later, as I thin some?  More tinkering with green growy things, really... though fresh herb might be nice.

I will add a bit of the other posts.  The ghosts are still with me.  Some seem to know me, and tease... are friendly, playful.  Others are quite unaware that they are not alive.  Some aren't aware of anything.  Some, too, are cold, vicious, hateful.  Those mean to startle me, or unnerve me, and sometimes get it done.  Not the majority of times, but... hatred is such a foul thing.  Not sure they are all human ghosts.  Nephilim decay to spirits.  I don't think fallen angels can be here without a human host.  When in wild animals, either the animals reject them to death (as in the swine Jesus cast the spirits into) or the spirits themselves dislike it so much they choose to kill the animal host... I'm not clear on that.  Anyway... they are still here.  It's settled to a dull roar though.  I'm not sure if I am nearing the nexus of the veil or if the whole world is.  They don't have micrometers, multimeters, or such for these things.  Yeah, believe as you wish.  Take it as a story and begone.  I'll soon enough deny, and would deny in a court of law on the premise of the possibility of error.  Deal?

Interesting, how it used to seem.  Nothing has changed but everything is different.  I... can't win.  As much because I can't lose as because it isn't my game?  Maybe.  And yet?  The more things change the more they stay the same.  *wink*

Well... on to some breakfast.  Then some work, and more.  Good day.