Late and rough.

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One warning.  Don't eat corned beef and cabbage too close to bedtime.  I've been burping, and elsewise gassy, all night.  The burps are odd, tasting like coka~cola burps mixed with rubber tire burps.  I've never actually had that latter, it's just the only thing I can imagine.  No, that's good corned beef and cabbage, it's just... an odd thing.  I did put the food away before going to bed.  I am going to try to figure out what to do with the excess water.  It's a bit greasy, and meaty.  I'm not sure sending it down the tub or toilet drain is best.  Sack it and throw it with the trash?  I just don't know.

It is a rough morning.  My body has been wanting to wake for hours.  I simply haven't been able to push past.  It's too hot, even though it's not, according to the thermostats at my disposal.  Of course, as summer takes off, it is getting environmentally warmer.  The heat seeps in through cracks, gets into the stone part of the cave and settles in, slowly changes the world in ways a simple thermometer can't read.  Though, still, medicine is... working it's way through, finally taking affect.  It took weeks to just, finally, start sluffing excess fluid.  I am waking without elephant feet and ankles.  That is such a weird thing.  Why I didn't have that problem until recent years I can't say.  Even when, because of a ~30% lung congestion due to fluid, my legs looked normal.  To be honest, I think when medicine helps one way, it hurts another.  It is why they have to put us on a whole package of medicine, only some of which I can tolerate.

For now, and for some future, I will be down.  Until I can get used to summer, and medicine, and summer and medicine, I will be down.  I keep trying to do more, but even reading is a bit of a trick.  Hurting to be alive, being too hot to ever quite get comfortable... until I become so cold it hurts... age and medicine do a number.  Even so, when I am back in balance, I will be doing better, again, then ever before.  A month or two and I might be back to tops.  Then I'll dig in, hit the bedroom and en suit, clear out the house, and such.  At least I should be able to keep up on the girls, sort of keep up on food and main domestics, and keep the plants, inside and out, watered.  For now.  Then, when I get better, I can work hard again.

Gotta walk through fire if you want to see the real light.  Later.