Persistent.

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Some say that about me, usually in a dark way as in weed.  I write about the fever.  It is mild asthey go.  A few degrees of elevation only. Being that I run cold, literally, it might not register.  I know it, feel it... exactly behind the skin and bones of my face.  A week now?  Or longer.  I've hacked a few times as well.  No other symptoms, save possibly exhaustion.

One more bill to pay, then finances need to be figured and sorted.  Work as I may, too.  All with caution.  Do not wish to exacerbate this mostly sleeping monster.

There is something else I mean to do for my mother.  Can't until next month, but that works.  Then back to birthday, Christmas, and random occasional or need.  She has mostly learned how to live on air.  Well, and she makes herself useful.  That... never hurts.  People can love you all you or they want, but most won't, many can't, split out even a nickel unless not doing so would cost even more.  Fair, not?  Reality, cope.  She is and has been useful well and long enough to have serious resources, which she very rarely, and not without great cause, employs.  Better to gift her from time to time or deep in debt to her one remains.  Some can live with and like that. I can't.

Later.

Fried?

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Yeah.  A bummer thing.  I don't think it was overworking, the heat, or even standard health issues.  If correct, it is the illness my uncle had.  I do wonder about... bad medicine.  Anyway, I thought I had gotten over it.  Not so.  I guess I'll need to take it easy, tend myself a bit better, and just try to find or wait for healing.  I'll keep at it, more slowly.

My mother did find habanera, and is making salsa already!  My cousins were there.  She is who they have left, especially at this moment.  All good, especially the eldest... who had started going his way, alone.  His father dying may have opened something for the good.  Yeah, I am getting it too.  Anyway, one of them teased that they would eat all the salsa.  I goofed for a bit, then hit on check and mate.  None of them can even handle her hotter jalapeno salsa.  Little dogs can't eat the big dog food!  Ha!

I did find the number and bump the bug spraying.  Now to get the cave sorted out.  As well, I need to figure out medicine, pay a major bill, and learn of my finances sum total.  Well, and a few other big problems to sort or solve.  Including a new machine, computer.  Just not sure a tablet would do.  Later.

He has died.

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With how things have been I don't know when, exactly.  It was during the day, and not really foreseen.  He seemed to be doing well.  He sent another of my uncles to do a few errands.  When that uncle returned, he found his brother dead.  My mother suggested, from his expression, that he didn't suffer... maybe he dozed and never woke.  I am grateful to have had this last visit.

I didn't mention this, but I am pretty sure he wasn't seeing me as I generally appear.  He has known me all my life, but...  Something in his eyes, the way he looked at me.  I've seen that expression before, in the elderly, the dying, sometimes children.  I've not asked or been told what that is.  Usually it seems pleasant, or at least not unexpected.  Beyond that I don't know.

During my scheduling experiment, I failed disastrously.  I am now just between sleep and waking, but in the most horrible of ways.  Brutal.  I'll get back to it when I can.  Later or good night.

New schedule.

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Sleep happened.  When it became too hot to work or even think, before I zombified into that deadzone, I crashed.  Sleep was good.  Am in the waking stage.  In another hour a shower shave and general start.

Back to the spare bedroom.  I did much but there was so much to do!  No plans, other than the bigger final goal, not overheating or overworking, eating, and keeping up on the usuals such as cat care... including attention.  But, yeah, the sleep trick worked, at least this time.  I am guessing when I burn out no trick will work save restorative rest over time.

A better interface is being researched, for easier better blogging.  Until then this is as good as it gets.

Later.

No way in hell!

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Every step in every direction is a compound problem, not even including how to incrementally shift items through intermediate places toward a final point if just for this objective.  Don't get me wrong, it is doable, perhaps even by me, only not in a week.  I will keep at it but I am rescheduling.

I have been at it off and on most of the day.  It is about time to nap, hopefully, then hit it later when the world and myself have cooled a bit.  I am doing decent work at a decent pace, there is simply far more to do than I could see, vastly more.  One day, task, item at a time.  Including naps.

Oh,  recycling was taken.  Later than  usual, double return duty.  Trash was still there when I checked.  If so, that bin can be brought back.  Trying to keep up while catching up.  Later.

Almost.

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A slightly different tack might make it happen.  I was able to sleep earlier, but not by enough to really matter.  So thought went into how to... work with things as they are.  Naps.  For which a frigid bedroom is required, that is simply how I was constructed.  As mentioned, if a walk-in deep-freeze were available or affordable to create and run?  Yeah, it would be my bedroom.  Seriously.  At least in winter, with no vent in there, it is as simple as opening the windows.

It is not winter, so cranking the ac will have to do.  The plan is to hit it as hard and long as possible, then stop cool a bit then crash as needed, cycling those as possible.  While the full task seems impossible, that doesn't mean I am surrendering.  Geronimo?  As always.

There are other tricks and methods being explored.  I may lose,  but it wouldn't be from a lack of effort.

Today?  The spare bedroom, half of the living room, finishing the bathroom, and doing light follow-up in the computer/front room.  Gotta happen.  Later.

I am thinking not.

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The heat is back at full velocity.  It's wrecking me.  Things are getting done, just nowhere near well or fast enough.  I'll give it until Wednesday, I just don't believe so.  The dishes, bathroom floor and sink, laundry if it needs finished, and a few other tasks are done.  The heat is really killing it for a large push though.  I might try to sleep through the heat, if I can't always sort that out as I would prefer.

The trash and recycling haven't been taken.  Is it a holiday?  Other neighbors had theirs out before me.  Maybe habit... or need.  I'll leave it another day, then call if it remains.

A bit of gaming as the ac works the bedroom, then I'll give sleep a chance.  Later or good night.

A new sensation.

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No, nothing funny in any form of that term.  Overwhelmed?  I think that would be it.

I couldn't do as much, or more what  I had hoped last night.  Other things were in the way.  I did get the bathroom sink, floor swept, toilet cleaned, and redid the dishes... which I set to a final fresh soak this morning.  Dishes were in the way, laundry had been forgotten and it was critical to finish those, and then, being Sunday, trash and recycling had to be wrangled.  I only ended up doing recycling last night, right to the curb.  I hoped I could do trash in time this morning... check.  More of it than  I had supposed.

The bed is *cough* made.  Shut it, mother.  I am presentable(tm), ditto mom.  Breakfast, eggs and chops, was enjoyed.  Dishes were reset.  Trash fully collected and out.  After this and a break and resetting laundry drying or a fluff, laundry, a shower and shave, mopping the bathroom, then another break then into the spare bedroom.  A little attention will go to the room  I hit yesterday and the kitchen.

Damn straight.  Even mostly dead, given a reason and back almost to my feet there is a chance I can still do a bit.  I can't go in lightly and have a chance.  Wish me luck, help, or bes get out of the way.  Later.

Certainly. Right?

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What?  Come again?  It sounded good.  Spraying for bugs, then quarterly thenceforth.  Costs were right.  Safe once dry.  It also gets mice, which the girls aren't doing anymore... probably due to them finding one too many poisoned ones?  I think so.  So... what could be bad about that?  They will be spraying outside, and in!  I may need to delay.  But, for now I am acting as if the preps can be made in time.  That will mean a lot of work.  Every room needs pretty serious effort.

Good, if I can do it and not injure myself or worse.  I hit the computer room a bit this afternoon.  It isn't finished, but as is they should be able to do their work.  I will hit the bathroom after a break and meal.  That was already on my short list.  The aim is to hit the bulk jobs in a rush, then when I can't rush go back and sort pre-hit areas more thoroughly, slowly, and deliberately.

With my recent resolution, which is going better than anticipated so far and this early on, my plan to order a dumpster to get rid of much, to have purpose, and to clean myself?  All good.  Thing is the deadline is next Saturday.  *shrug*  If Wednesday rolls around and I am not 45-50%, or more like 65?  Then I reschedule.  Done.  I want it DONE, so I will be gunning for it.

If I finish those two rooms tonight, I then have six and the difficult rooms remaining.  Plus I'll need to go back over everything.  An eye will be given to organizing and sorting what to be rid.  The challenge as it stands.  I accept, with trepidation.  Good night.