A good sleep.

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A brutal wake.  Not sure what all pulled me from sleep.  The cats were battering the door.  A doorbell, knock, or both... I need to test the doorbell, the sound itself seemed to melt.  Hmm, a Dali sound to go with one of his clocks?  Either it needs to be replaced or I was dreaming.  Low voltage, shouldn't be a major operation.  I had to go to the bathroom.  And what I suspect is a final build up of phlegm was wanting to be expelled.  And it really wasn't time to wake, with just five or six hours down.  I fought what I could, as long as I could, but finally came out swinging.  The girls know to avoid me... if not really.  Play good and just don't goof.

I couldn't stay angry with them.  Their feeding time, for wet canned, has been right at noon for quite some time.  Couldn't really be angry for long, things just happen and compile.  While I really wasn't bodily ready to wake, I did want to be awake.  I like feeding the girls regularly.  I prefer to bring packages in quickly.  As to having to cough out spittle while holding in pee... I don't always agree with the jokes God set our bodies to play on us, but I see humbling humor in them.  Just laugh, when you can breath without problems in other areas.  Thankfully it wasn't a gas too.  Toot?

Sleep was good. Pain is gone for now.  If I do feel some kinship to jellyfish, wet rags, and unfinished custards.  I would guess most people hit this stage the day after the massage.  It just takes me a bit longer, at the start.  Now I am at the relaxed pleasure stages.  It is good.  I suspect phlegm really needed to be pushed out.  More will have to go for the next few runs.  I really should figure a way to swim again.  That would help keep the lungs freer and functioning.  Let me get massages and feet ordered first.  Were to go that is safe from gas theft...

Today?  Tearing down boxes, wherever they may be.  I'll just do that until I am sick of boxes, do as many more as I can, then switch to kitchen duty.  I want to check the mail tonight.  Best feed sourdoughs.  Oh, and the equipment which allows sprouting in half gallon mason jars is in.  That is for wheat.  Why?  Using quart jars means only filling half full.  Can you imagine how many quart jars it would take to get three to four pounds of wheat sprouted, or over how long?  Doable but either using four to six (or more) rather than two half gallon jugs, or using two over and over, losing nutrition while building stocks and the dehydrator would be running all the time.  I don't think those last long.  So, after boxes, or for a break, I'll get regular wheat sprouting.  One at a time.  I'll have to break into one of my pails, probably winter white, soft?  Something.

I don't know if I'll end up short circuiting early or not.  That won't make a difference.  I'll just crash if needed, then pick up wherever I left off, even if I crash several times.  I'll keep at it.  Dinner?  Not yet and don't know quite yet.  Burger, beans, salsa, and milk sounds good enough.

Regular wheat is different enough to merit it's own video.  This is pretty much my goal.  Yes, I have bannetons and a bread lame.  Perhaps not pearl handled in .45, but wicker, linen, stainless, and olive wood, if that will do?  Not for today.  Though as I begin sprouting some wheat I will grind other wheat for regular simple sourdough loafs, probably to start tomorrow.

My soap making kit and supplies are in.  But that is for next week, or... later, or sooner or later.  The big expense is the tools.  I, at least, don't wish to mix and match consumption and soap tools and cookery.  After that it's just supplies, which aren't expensive.  I'll end up making both bar and liquid, and for various uses... a new skill, plus with variability.  I did suggest I needed hobbies.  Why not make them functional hobbies?

Later.