Lumpy and grumpy.

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No, not two dwarves rolled into one.  The bed remains a difficult new sleep medium.  And my body lets me know.  I'm not grumpy personally, just a thing of my body.  It took almost two weeks to mostly get used to that soft bed.  It might take longer, as my body is in recovery.  All good, it'll get there.

A pork roast, some veggies, a potato, and milk... and a call.  I have decided not to do heavy work.  I would like to snap the kitchen back into top shape, cook, and top off the bathroom.  As well, laundry.  All but the potato will be cooked outside, which makes my plans easier.  If I get that, I hope to shower, shave, sort cat litter, and get trash ready to go.  I think I can do most of that.  Probably.

An ache ended in a smile.

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An ache in my back.  I put a hand against my back, leaning into the hand to get the kink or whatever to release... a common fix for such.  I did work the trouble out.  But something felt... different.  My love handles, compared to the last decades, are far smaller.  I still have a belly, if it seems to be getting smaller too.

I had a dream in which I was thinking about becoming more muscled.  I think I remember hearing that being on the water pill, through constantly draining, allows for fast building, as it removes the acid that usually collects in the muscles causing the literal burn.

As well, what I eat helps, plus the way... which was retained out there in that we ate once or twice, close together.  I was intermittent fasting, if killing carbs.  Although I had been eating correctly for building muscle until I arrived there.  I was primed to build.  I worked as hard as I could for several days, then took days off, with mild or no work as needed.

I couldn't keep that up for long.  As is I feel as if I am drowning in muscle, and exhausted for it.  I wouldn't mind getting used to this level, perhaps adding to it.  Swimming, keeping at projects, keeping up on the cave, and eating right?  We will see.  It might be too much.  I feel as if I have become concrete, which is slowly drying.  Ugh.  I wrote the first paragraph earlier, had most of the rest in my mind, but crashed so hard I needed sleep before I could finish.  Intermittent sleep?  Maybe.  :)

Later.

Solid.

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Amazing.  Biceps, triceps, and calves, at least... like rock.  Forearms as well.  Sized up a nice bit too, at least for my age.  Murder tired but able to do some work.  Yesterday the Boss visited for a driving lesson.  He wasn't sure if he would be back this week, though thought Friday if so.  Nope.  Dropped in today.  We started in on the duck house.

I am still terribly exhausted, but I would rather keep working.  I can't push all on my own, so this is good.  As well, it will push me to do more on my own.  We got one window cut, and part off the nesting area going.  After clearing and cleaning the inside. More to go, on all accounts.  Always good to get a start though.  It looks like my greater concerns with cutting into the walls isn't half and less as annoying or complicated as had been thought.

I won't work tomorrow, but Saturday and Tuesday, on the hutch and limb cutting.  Solo. He will be back Wednesday or Thursday.  All good.  Once that area is handled, I'd like to get a new front door, a new window in the spare bedroom, then a new back door and screen door... storm door...  perhaps front and back.  Yeah.  Help really does help.  Oh, and maybe a second coat and calking on the south facing second level windows.  Ugh.

Later.  Or good night.

There are several reasons for the exhaustion.

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When as tired as I am, it is difficult to think clearly.  After a very good, long, deep sleep, my faculties are more in play.  If too, while waking, one of the reasons became clear.  My bed here at home is a rock compared to the pillow soft mattress I slept on in my mom's spare room.  It beat me up there, getting used to that... and is doing similar in reverse.  I much prefer the rock, I am simply not used to it.

More.  While I am delighted as cool as it is, that takes me down a peg itself, until I get used to it.  As well, weather patterns have been going through, I am changing back to high fats, and the altitude difference.  Yeah, add all that to how much work I did and the drive home.  I should be exhausted.

I had a dream last night.  Someone was praying fiercely, at Satan.  I suggested he not bring pride to his prayer, as that was Satan's main attribute, so a great risk to attempt to use against him.  The one praying looked my way.  Fiercely at first.  It so started me, for it was my face.  Then the one praying took on a humble visiage, turned forward, and returned to much more gentle prayers, just to God.  Ignore the false in prayers, just focus on God?

Exhausted beyond reason.

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I suspect I simply pushed too hard for too long when it was too hot and humid.  Then the return drive.  While I have rested, I have been doing some work, more than it seems, since returning.  I think I have a week for nearly pure downtime.  Grilling for food, resting as I need, sleeping as I must.

I missed the driving lesson.  Shopping, and just getting around in town in the crazy traffic, just ate time.  It Couldn't be helped.  I made spaghetti tonight.  I am still coming off carbs, can't quite go cold turkey.  Brutal.  This is my first non-keto meal.  I don't mind.

I am still hoping to look for a vehicle.  But I can narrow online?

My aunt gave me a blessed rosary while I was out there.  I prayed it nearly every morning, and it never went missing.  I need to find it and get back to it.  I have intentions for each... for my aunt, in gratitude, for neighbors who were set to have a child, for my brother and his family, for the church, for... even for greater humility.  Having intentions, more so set in advance, helps.

As was mentioned long ago, and has shown through recently, coming to a good relationship with Mary has been a trial.  Now that I have it, I very much enjoy it.  I think it improves my relationships with other women too.  It... rounds the corners a bit, or such... softens animosity.  Mostly.  ;p

Oh, a song that oddly fits with another.  I'll play one of them tonight, perhaps the other again soon.  Some will get it.  Or, a bit of it.  Unrelated to events, just a correction of an old misunderstanding about the second song.  I do chuckle when I see them stumble in the dark.

Stupid clocks!

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For whatever reason... wait... no, that is right?  Well... something is still off?

I, yeah.  Maybe not.  I thought I had more time, thinking I woke at noon.  It was 13:00, now that I wake enough for recall.  Then thinking I hadn't done much, but I actually did a lot more than just shower.  I unloaded and stowed toiletries, collected and put some of the dirty laundry back, found food stuffs and got those to the kitchen, etc.  Actually, tabulation leaves me impressed.  I crammed a lot of little, often complicated or involved multistep chores, plus a shower, in 41 minutes.

Driving lessons tonight.  And I will begin searching for a second vehicle this week.  I have a call to make, about the ducks.  If they can give me two weeks... I'll pay now, and a bit for feed if so.  I just hope they aren't too crowded.  The world, at home, begins anew.  I like this summer.  I can't keep this pace forever, but if I can go from this to half this pace regularly...  life returns.

Later.

A later wake.

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I needed more sleep.  Being so much cooler it was far easier to get it.  That is the last time I visit Iowa in the summer though.  Too hot and humid.  Well, not unless I must.  Dinner is about to go on.  Missionaries visited, so we had a good visit outdoors on a good day for it.  I am not a typical Catholic, I do know enough of the Bible.  Not by heading numbers... by content.

I am hoping to begin putting things away and washing clothes, as well as unpacking.  I didn't get the trash out, or litter cleared and replaced, but I will get the litter and trash out today as well.  Oh, that last post...  too late but I had meant to pull it for a few weeks, perhaps refine it.  May change a thing or two, if it is too late to pull.

I best get the roast going, on the grill.  Later.

I resemble that remark.

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Troubled no less.

Oh, right.

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I forget I can blog again.

I woke fairly early, before noon, perhaps before 10:00?  Music, reading, cooking, setting up the hoses, then watering tonight, with another meal about to get set.  Well, mostly resting, to simplify.  I should check trash.  There is some to go, if the largest part will be cat litter.  I need to change all of that.

Oh, milk arrived.  I sure miss good milk.  I do drink storebought, just a lot less.  And, no to organic grass fed storebought.  Beside being out of my price range, it is homogenized and pasteurized, meaning it is pretty much the same as the rest.  Yes, raw milk is sorely missed.  Not legal to buy in Iowa, from what I could tell.

Next month I need to buy more steak, as well as a few other things at the butcher shop. Bones for stock, broth actually... no veggies.  Chuck roasts and burger as well.  Enough for several months, if the highest fat... 70 vs 85 lean, if I have that right.  I can't do lamb this year.  I may see about a hog, or half, the month after that though.  

It is far cooler than the news is saying.  It is saying it is 66 F, but it was 56 to 58 an hour or more ago.  I can't remember the high today, but yesterday, and in Iowa, both broadcast and my app were always wrong.  Missing weather is one thing, not being able to take correct measurements is pure fraud.

The highest it got in the cave was 75 or 76, but it was only that hot later in the day and is already down to 73 in the main area, 69 in the front room.  While a degree cooler than where my mother usually kept it, it is much cooler without the humidity.  It is wonderful!  From the news it looked like I had really hot days for my return.  Not so much.  Grobal warbbling may be out with even low infos, but academics and the "news" are still pushing it.  Soros and his lot must be pretty much paying for all of the "news".

Oh, a dream?  Vision?  I'm not sure I will share.  I'm not sure I will even post.  We'll see.  Truly intense.  True?  I... have my suspicions.  I'll go over one part.  Not sure I posted on this part, but I think so...
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I saw, whether in a dream or vision, the 'hole' in which God became.  In it, without space, time, or form, over time spans incomprehensible to men, God and not God slowly parted.  That which was not god, while it hated God, did not wish to go.  Fervid dreams of the worst sort could not explain what God went through, weeding what He is from what He was not, one bit at a time.  Then making that separation permanent.

Of all the things I fear, being sent on His journey is the only threat which might make me consider hell rather than that.  I Wouldn't, but it would be a close call.

What I saw this time was what He last sent from Himself.  His... worst enemy.  Both the most difficult element to send away, and what He least wanted to remove from Himself.  All else had to be already gone or this wouldn't have been possible.  Oh, yes, I did see, and part of the struggle.

I can only speculate as to why what ended happening from that.  If I have some reasonable ideas... if true.  Wild stuff.

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Food is almost ready, watering is finished.  Later or good night.

Back!

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Tired.  I returned in the early afternoon.  I got a plant clipping I requested from my mother in and in water so as to root, clothes in, electronics in, toiletries as well, and the cold and frozen food in and away.  Not bad, after a seventeen and more straight drive.  I made it both out and back on a single run, no hotels.

Quite a set of jobs out there, beside the drives.  I scraped both eaves (?) of her house, painted most of one, took down as many branches as possible to clear both her drive, roof, and back yard...  walnut, much of it... seriously hard wood by the way.  Then I felled a four in one tree at her friend's.  Friend?  I don't think terminology is keeping up with social, civil, conditions?  If more like old school boyfriend and girlfriend?  Of the nearly grade school sort?  Only more adult without adulteration?  Anyway, all that, plus shopping, various runs to the post and such, and other.

It was broiling there.   Brutal work days, some of them.  It was that way pretty much the whole time I was there.  Humidity was steep.  Working in high summer is always a test. Felling trees with chest high cuts was a trick.  The chipping, painting, and other cutting just became oppressive over time.  The other bits were more annoying for one to ten reasons.

The main sun block didn't work.  Made it worse.  The other was too weak or also made it worse, if more mildly associated to It's milder formulation?  I didn't end burned.  Not sure if I finally acclimated or if there was enough cloud cover?  I did gain weight, but am still easily, more easily, in 38 jeans.  Muscle.  To be sure.

The Boss showed, so talked a bit.  Some of the kitchen, weeding, and watering were kept up.  Plans were discussed for the hutch and else.  He looks ready... for school.  And an end to summer, and that sort of work.  I am hoping to get a few winterizing bits done, but duck preps first.

Just checking in after partial unloading, cooling, and a nap.  Cooking a steak and corn.  Can't fast quite yet... next weekend.  Later.