Timing, and memory, are off.

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I can't remember when I went to sleep.  I suspect it was 10:00, 10:30, or noon thirty.  By memory, perhaps as late as 14:30, if I think that is when milk showed up, so no.  Though I can't actually remember when it arrived, being that I was awaken mid-sleep, can rarely remember during such.  Still, I think as I write.  Oh, I woke around 22:00-22:30.  Most probably.

I didn't call about the appointment, I'll do that today.  I didn't set up the carts, will do that as well.  I jacked the furnace in hopes of slaking the chill, to no good.  I'll try again today.  Even with a shower I just can't get or stay warm.  Still, better than being too hot, if I have to choose.  I'll still set up a bath and jack the furnace again today.  Did someone say mid-April?  It was 35 F at 10:00-11:00 today.  Really?  Kewl.  ;p

Dinner is on.  A pork roast, potato, and a glass of milk.  Nothing fancy, but it will do.  I herbed the roast well, an Italian blend, plus salt and pepper.  As well, I am roasting it in cast iron. I do it for flavor, but for those literally low on iron, a frequent problem for dames, it really does add iron to the diet.  I really need to purchase canned veggies.  I can't keep up on frozen.  Perhaps not the best, but beats nothing.  Three or four cans a week, max, would do more good than not.  Yeah.  A can of regular beats would be good, heated and buttered.

I have just been easing into the day.  Turning the furnace up might help.  It may just be health. When the furnace and independent thermometers read 74 F, and your are freezing...  That is why a bath is under consideration.  Crazy.  I can only imagine those who have, and have had it, really cold.  Still, lie about things, for religion, politics, economics, or any reason, especially to redistribute wealth (to elites and the lazy, if in a way I repeat), and you get what you deserve.  It ain't over.

Well, I'll try to get after a few things.  May you get to a few things as well.

Good morning and day.  Hupp!

That was easier than anticipated.

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I thought constructing the carts was going to be a bear.  The boxes weigh forty, perhaps sixty, pounds.  As weak as I have been, tired, the notion weighed on my mind.  I am familiar with the process, bars, double clips, friction.  It can ce a bit much, especially when they are seven feet tall.  The last one was that, or nearly.  Most people can't do those solo.

It turns out these were very easy... once I got them out of the box.  Actual assembly took less time than opening and setting up the effort.  Even that didn't take much time, if it did take solid work.  If it took fifteen per, I'd say ten minutes average time.  Then I put an umbrella stand together, so fast I laughed at it and the other fears.

I realized I needed to clean small mouth jars, for cream, or I have to do non-refundable deposits.  I had to transfer the cream, first.  I set the other dishes to wash, and jar lids.  But I hit the jars themselves.  Washed, twice, rinsed, and drying.  I'll get the rest shortly.  Can only do so much.  A shower, and shave it is hoped, after dishes.  Then some calls.  Reset the missed appointment and see about getting or giving the jars.  Ugh.

I'm hungry, but not.  Eggs?  That doesn't sound good, or on it's own.  What?  I'll think about it.  Later.

By the numbers.

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Seven.

A strange day.

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I did get a shower taken, then to the post office, just in time for a package.  Then to lunch.  That was it.  It was snowing today.  Some seem less surprised.  And, since I see what I do, I absolutely shouldn't be shocked, I was.  Why?  Knowing, seeing, doesn't change feeling.  We are getting it quite mild, even this late, compared to the rest of the country, even world.  Even with them suppressing the real temps, and snowfall depths, the whole world population is waking.  All fun and games until everyone is watching and cooking the books becomes impossible.

As to work, that was it.  I was awake until 14:00, probably closer to 14:30, then just woke at 21:00ish.  Sleep was quite good.  Dreams of a very good, if private sort.  No, nothing... just not all things are to be shared.  Yes, good sleep and dreams.  A bath today.  Just because, if not right away.

I still have dinner dishes.  Just a few.  I will reset those, but the main impetus is the carts and drying rack.  Oh, then calling about the missed appointment.  The first and hopefully the last.  Being able to make and reset within a week makes a world of difference.  I just forgot the day change.  It happens.  If anything else, beside dishes as an aside, clearing here in the living room... clearing and organizing.  I can sort boxes while I sit, if that can be as exhausting as any physical labor... probably less though, with the lung problem complicating physical function.  It's just, say, a 20 to 25 percent impediment, but that adds up.

I'll get some of it.  Later.

A nap in there, somewhere.

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I can't say when, or even how long.  I think it was around three hours, though more likely shorter by feel.  Though it might have been as long as five hours.  It's the cold.  Not so much weather as body.  Putting calories in doesn't mean the body can use them, or will.  There is a reason not to eat sometimes.  Or at least be cautious how much to put in.  It just sits in there.

It was sprinkling.  Just barely.  I wasn't sure until I took a close look.  Sam wanted out anyway.  I know she is wanting sun and warmth.  I am fearing that.  It can't be cool all spring and summer though.  I have decided not to put a new furnace and ac in this year, though a new window ac might be in the works.  It's a matter of keeping cash on hand, not going below a certain amount.

I will do other things this fall though.  Perhaps electrical, maybe new refrigerators and possibly a dishwasher?  If I do electrical it may only be partial, but I'll clear branches while at it.  I have been rethinking tankless water heating.  That would require an electrical main upgrade.  They are expensive, but they last a lot longer.  They are probably cheaper to run, if the real advantage is... done right... never ending hot water.  If, in truth, I only want it to open a lot of space in the tiny bathroom.  If the main one quits, I may go tankless with that too.  That one can be hooked to gas.  I have thought about checking into propane as well, to be used for heating in rooms vents can't go as well.  So many possibilities, options, considerations.

I'd best get a shower in, then start on the carts.  I am guessing, as a crow works, showering to implementing carts shouldn't take more, or much more, than three hours. A couple of rest periods in there may double it.  It really is difficult to breath.  I'll get to a bath right now.  Later.

Harsh.

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Breathing is difficult.  It isn't fluid in there.  It feels like the muscles are weak, it is taking some serious effort to pull and push air in.  It's not the heart, lung tissue, or fluid.  I don't know what would have caused the problem.  It reminds me of when coaches pushed too hard, then during a week down, over a slow recovery.

I did the dishes.  Supper dishes are soaking, but that is just a pan, a bowl, and a small fork.  I woke around 19:00, no idea when I went to bed.  I must have crashed really suddenly, heavily.  Missed an appointment, I'll fix it.  Didn't remember, saw a message but it didn't make sense.  Yeah.  I will make dinner shortly.  Hungry, a good thing, more since I eat so little lately.

With dishes pretty much out of the way, getting to the carts, perhaps the rack, should be easy.  It is time to work with kefirs in the fridge, and all sourdoughs as well.  A bath and shower after dinner, then carts, then the rest as I am able.  I need to wash my hair but can't do that while bathing, thus a quick shower.  It seems slow.  Perhaps it is.  But I am getting somewhere.  Seriously, everyone should know I shouldn't be alive.  Tell me about being judgmental, while forgetting that, is not only worse, it is petty.  Some people are being dropped for it.

Later.

A steady pace.

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Not as fast as hoped if about as fast as should have been expected.  Everything soaking, plus everything set ready beside the sink done.  A load from elsewhere has been set, and most pots and the steamer are collected by the sink.  Supper just wasn't all that pleasing, so I hit up oatmeal, which is just finishing.  At least the bathroom is in excellent shape.

As to airing, the next time I am up I'll hit that?  Or soon.  It is improving.  Keeping up on cat litter, dealing with trash and dishes, takes care of most of it.  The residual still has to be removed, and anything beside air flow simply masks it.  Taking a bath first, though, seems prudent.  The improvement in air quality is significant, I just want more.

Almost surprised.

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Down around noon.  Wanted to stretch into the day, but mostly wanted to feed the girls.  Did not want to feed them early.  It was a push.  Then awake at 20:00, an eight hour cycle.  I thought I would sleep more, definitely surprised.  Hungry.  Rice as a side tonight.  Perhaps cabbage, the stuff is good if buttered and salted.  Although meat, especially beef and pork, really make it sing.  Awake and definitely hungry, if I am eating less, both per meal and the frequency of meals.

I'd like a shower, but would prefer to get a probable nap out of the way.  I hate cleaning up, then sleeping.  It undoes... something.  I could shower twice, or bath then shower.  It seems wasteful, I can't get cleaner, but it is a pleasant occasional luxury.  And soaking feet from time to time, along with a pumice treatment is good.

Dishes... getting close.  When I get tea, I'll reset those soaking.  So close.  The dishes, carts, bath, and more airing out tonight.  I think I can.  The place is a lot smoother than it was, if I am not getting very far either.  I have been so close, several times.  I'll keep trying.  Oh, and I will price a dumpster rental.  When I have sorted enough, I'll pull the trigger on that.  It's the right time of year, money should be okay, it's time.

As well as resetting, rice is going.  Dinner in a bit.  Mostly bulky items, so dishes should be a breeze, plus they have been washed at least once.  I'm sure I'll get to a few things tonight.  Later.

Not quite.

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No work, no post, no doctor.  Nothing troubling other than simple exhaustion.  I was trying to stretch so as to do everything, ending doing nothing.  Well, I did call to reschedule.  I really try to do at least that.  I will make it to the post office tomorrow, somehow.  Crashing, nothing else today, bedtime.

My feet are freezing.  Lotion for the feet will help this time.  Probably.  Funny, as soon as I cooled down, I pretty much became too chilled to function.  As well, I broke my glasses.  I have a spare, if it isn't optimal.  I may see about the VA for those, and dental.  Though I will ask for the numbers so as to order spares.  I'd like to have two pair of bifocals and two pair of standard.  In a tough situation, often in general, I don't need easy readers.

I have to go on to bed.  Good night and morning.

A good sleep.

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More than a nap, less than a full cycle.  A hybrid, if I would still be asleep if possible.  I have to take breaks from putting lotion on my feet and legs.  Otherwise they burn, which is what woke me.  I have tried with or without socks... the only advantage to socks is that they can be removed, which can buy extra rack (sleep) time.  Still one or two times, every other day?  I'll figure it out.  I... just can't always keep up, if the whys sometimes are of reason, other times just a form of reality.  What can't be won't be, reason be damned.

A bite after waking.  Pork and salsa.  I didn't have salsa with it for supper, too many other things going on.  Salsa didn't fit in either.  Nothing fancy but it should help.

Burning up still.  The feet and legs started it, waking me.  Now I've got a minor sweat as if I had been working.  It has been whole body since shortly after waking.  With the furnace down, this is odd.  It's not a fever, just...  I have eaten more than usual.  That could be it.

I hope to get to dishes before long.  If it is sunny, or warmer, I'll do more airing.  Today is less about work than business.  Dishes are simply needed for more goals, so have priority status.  A shower in a bit as well.  Just bumbling through this morning.  I need to cool off.  Later.

About as good as I can do.

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Without using or making sauces, loaded with sugar, salt, or other items I need to avoid, everything from raw, only a few pure ingredients.  I can make food so good tasting it is addictive.  But it isn't good for me, or anyone else.  A simple blood sugar test will clue you in.  Though eating too much can have similar effects, spiking the reading.  I have found that eating the right foods, once you get used to them, is a natural limit... higher animal fats is the real key.

Supper was quite good.  Cabbage, pork, potato, butter, raw milk, and sour cream.  I doubt if I consumed three quarters of a pound.  Though I haven't been eating, that is becoming a more usual dose.  I may even need a nap shortly, if that is probably because I am not eating often.  All good.

Of course, I had to finish some dishes.  While doing that, I hit everything else and set up a third small tub of dishes.  I am getting things done.  The odor is going, if not quite done.  A few more airings and it should be good.  I will keep at it.  So tired.  Not a bad thing.  I have things to do tomorrow.  A nap, even a long one, might really help.

Tomorrow.

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Today.

Down at 10:30, awake at 19:30.  Planning to work and eat.  The meat is thawed.  I'll start rice and cabbage.  When that is well on the way, on to boneless pork rib grilling.  I think the salsa is still fresh enough.  Nothing like nearly bacon crisped pork with salsa.  The grain and veggie just add variety.  I need to wash the steamer and a small pot first.  I'll reset the dishes first thing.

Obviously, the second run at sleep was successful.  Sleep was wonderful, if even the second try was difficult at first.  It was still so wonderful to see the sun.  I wouldn't have changed it.  I suspect it will do much for me.  Awake.  In different ways.  I react much differently to both sources of light.  Now in a very positive way, if... as a child of shadows, there is a special cost, and grace I suspect.

Dreams.  Of times I hurt women with words.  Sometimes with intent, sometimes without thought, more ruthlessly at times in that without care.  And, yet, I know this must be, at least to be the mate to a woman.  A balance, between hurt and pleasure, balm and wound... too far either way and you will lose her.

The song, You Don't Own Me, isn't a truth, it is hoped... to be true, and not, by her.  Maybe by both at times.  A duplicity of love.  Something, if she loved me, she worked to create in the hopes it would never be true.  It... had to be tested from time.  Tested on the field of verbal combat, vanquished... on another field.  Ownership defined, conquest refined, reconfirmed.  Ownership verified.  Yes, I... sometimes easily remember.  Love is such a messy thing.

Okay.  Tea.  Resetting dishes.  Two hours to wake, if I am mighty hungry.  Later.
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Goodie.  I did the kickstart.  Finishing what was in the drying rack and rinse, all to being put away, setting two tubs of dishes to a hot soak, then moving one of the tubs to the counter so as to get the steamer and smaller pot soaking... hungry, put bags in the now dry trash can cleaned earlier, peeled and sliced the last portion of a daikon radish *munch, munch, crunch*, then fed the girls.  Oh, befote I sit for my wake-up session, I want to put a potato in the oven and clean cat litter.

Not a bad start.

The sun.

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As I was going to bed, just doing some final things, my back hall lit up.  I couldn't believe how bright it was.  Golden sunshine poured in, blinding me.  I just had to look, then longer.  I do not know how long it has been?  I went on to bed but couldn't sleep.  I tried, rolling, stretching out, flipping this way and that.  I think it was seeing the sun.

I really need sleep.  Not truly awake.  Not sure what to do.  I did a cycle of dishes, but couldn't seem to focus on more.  It's not the odor.  I used the fan in the bedroom to keep it clear, and it worked.  Just getting that full blast of total sun light opened something, or started something.

I did lotion my feet.  A dab is all it takes.  Now I have a headache, I think for still being up.  Oh, medicine and aspirin might help.  I'll try again, as it is painful to be awake.

One more load of dishes, then down.

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I've done half a dozen small jobs.  Finished with the trash can, but the water was still good so used it to clean the toilet, closed the windows after letting air try to exchange with outside fresh air, cleaned the litter before bed, and a bunch of smaller tasks.  It's still a bit rough in here, but improving.  However, for today, I am done.  Save for that last load of dishes, and setting up two more loads to soak.

I'm loving finally being able to get back to things.  I should thaw meat, just not several packs, and something I can grill, in case dishes hit another snag.  It sure wasn't everything on my wish to-do list.  Honestly I am surprised what I did.  I was about to crash when I began revolting against sleep, if really just to get the trash and recycling tended.  Everything else was just confused extra.  I am pleased.  More tomorrow, I am almost certain.  The post, though... just... not today.

Good morning and night.  Yeah, I'll lotion the feet.  *sigh*

The trash was far more than it seemed.

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Two nearly full pans of cat litter weighed more than I remember.  I add, halfway through the month, while keeping those clean.  Each ends with a full bag, so I suppose.  Then there were pans of food.  I have been trying to eat.  It just hasn't been working well.  Not at all.  Then a bowl of fish, back in the fridge.  As well, all the kefir out of the fridghad to go.  Be happy there is no such thing as smell-o-net.  It's chilly, and yet the windows will be opened, damn the fuel.  An hour?  And more when possible, as needed.

Still, good.  That was a major task, essential, had to be done.  With the trash can being cleaned, and dishes tonight, plus with airing after dishes, life should improve.  Holy smokes.  I won't bother with recycling.  One small, half empty, bag... when I am not sure It's the day.  No.  Trash is out and out.  All the trash cans except the one being washed are bagged.  But man, dealing with those parts wore me out.

I do have the laundry fluffed.  I'll leave that in until the house has been aired a few times.  The dishes are ready.  I'll hit one round, set up a fresh load, then take an hour down.  I'd really like to finish dishes, air the cave while I rest, then crash.  Just praying to get that far.  As well, I hope to make it to the post today.  Even more if I can.

A bit of a break now.  Hmm, lemon in tea might cut the smell?  Later.
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Before sitting: The dishes were reset, two tubs worth.  I use little tubs in the kitchen sink sides.  Then I set the air to circulating.  I set up another pot of tea, had the last of last week's milk, grabbed a jug of tea, and will enjoy a deserved break.  I just... wanted to increase my chances of success.  If I go to the post, I'll definitely want a shower.  I hate coming out of hyperspace into such bad things.  I'll fix it as I can.

I realize I am alone in this, and much else.  I'll... be figuring things out soon.  Have to.  Alone.  Later.

A beginning.

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The place is rough.  I should be able to sort it, the kitchen, back in a few days.  If I can start and keep going.  I almost crashed.  But, no, I insisted on getting the trash out.  That... is more complicated than it seems.  Recycling is finished.  Dishes... some put up, some rinsed and drying, a load reset and others gathered for the next load.  Laundry fluffing on air, the towels folded and up.  The bed roughly made so folding should be easier.  All that in about an half hour, more struggling to deal with the trash and recycling.  I... get... lost in my efforts.

No complaints.  I am hoping to complete each of those, and a bit more.  As I empty trash and the recycling cans, I have been checking them.  Any which have ooze in them, only one so far, will get bleached.  The good ones are just being reset with new bags.  Hopefully this week I will hit the big trash bins.  The way I am doing things now should mean the bigger inside can and even larger outside bin should remain clean, being doubled with the small bags going into a larger bag.  Double bagging each size, as may be needed.  Well, that is the hope.

I don't know if I will do what is planned.  I have become even more unreliable than usual.  So dark, cool.  Still, it is something.  I will bull through to get the trash out, then that and recycling to the curb.  The trash can cleaning and dishes are next.  Hmm, cat litter!  Then, if I have it, I'll finish laundry.  If I have some even then, kitchen carts assembly and perhaps implementation.  Wish me luck?

Gotta catch my breath.  Don't know where that bolt of speedy work came from, but I need air, and a seat for a moment.  And that actually as I thought I was heading to bed.  Later.

Up to noon, I believe.

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I remember, because I wasn't going to feed the cats until noon.  I figured it was 9:00 or 10:00 when I was about to crash. On my way to the bathroom before bed, I looked at one of the kitchen clocks... 12:15(ish, if I think those run fifteen in the hot).  So I did feed them.  Up at 17:30.

Oh, I remember part of why I didn't like using lotion before, beyond all other reasons, actually two problems.  One, it makes them hot.  Actually just pushing them to room/body temp through massaging, increasing circulation... the skin and tissue isn't used to it, so it seems hot.  Perhaps in time the body thermometer for that area will adjust?  The other thing was it used to take a lot of lotion.  I am cheap.  I mean a lot of lotion, say a tablespoon or two per foot and leg.  The amount horrified the accountant in me.  Cha-$$$-Ching  Since I started, after this last pedicure, I started with the old usual, and have had to cut back.  I think I am at, perhaps, a quarter teaspoon per, which I still have to finish up on my arms.  So, other than the hot-foot thing, I am good.  I've hit it morning and night since the last appointment.

I plan on work today.  I'll reset the dishes, fluff laundry, then begin trash and recycling after this break-wake, as far as I can go.  Oh, and checks for utilities, in an envelope, to go soon.  I finally owe, like $6 this month, full next month.  Yeah, enough for a couple years, at 20% (ish) over current monthly.  It... is as good as I can do.  If I get into these things, I will consider else.  Later.

What a storm.

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Not much done.  I ordered a pizza.  As I ordered it, then went to pick it up, it stormed as well as any thunder storm Iowa could hope to deliver.  Only much closer.  Chain lightning going across the sky, lattice like, and down.  The intensity was a marvel.  I don't think, until it stopped, there was a moment the visible sky wasn't lit, and usually in multiple areas, often chaining even then.  Short but spectacular.  The pizza was doubly worth the trip.

I simply can't get off my duff and going.  Is it the dark, along with major weather changes with it?  I suspect so.  I'll keep... planning.  If I can't I can't.  Bedtime.  For having done so little I am sure tired.  The pizza was the first food in a bit.  Hmm, life is what it is.  Good morning, day, and night.