Cleaner yet, but...

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The tub, even sink, still aren't good enough.  The sink... I thought it was a stain.  Just a small yellow ick around the drain.  Hard water, or rust, I thought, but no.  It very slowly grinds off with the more powerful drills using bathroom grade bristles fitted to an impact fitting.  It comes off in powder bits.  But it actually feels tacky, the stain area.  With the tub, some of it is layers of grime.  It is nearly gone, just a few more passes and experimenting with other cleaners.  Though some looks to be dark, black, mold... gray after much work, from under soap bottles which had been forgotten to long.  I've gotten much off, but no more is being removed.  I want it all back to prime!

Then a shower.  No shave yet.  Cats have been fed, but not the ducks.  Fresh tea for my breakfast, a fatted coffee.  Eggs later?  Perhaps a version of Starbuck's puffed eggs?  Something.  Laundry is going.  Just one load tonight.  I would like to reset dishes.  Trash has to be gathered and put out.  Then?  Probably a nap.  The main things are the ducks and trash.

Ugh.  I am all dressed, if in pj's it's enough to tend the ducks.  Save for socks.  I like to give my feet time to air dry and absorb the oils.  The doctors laughed when I told them I use baby oil.  Oh, I don't mind.  Ignorance is potent.  Beyond general scaliness if I don't use it, there are the hands.  As is, from too long not tending, my right palm is splitting again.  They seem to always have some skin issues.  But if I keep on it, it stays on the top layer, sometimes as deep as two layers.  Without oil saturation, though, wounds will go to bleeding in the palms, and through the top of the right hand, which seems to have a mild scar now.  Laugh, I do what I must.  To think, I didn't believe in stigmatas.  Then again, perhaps it...  I don't know.

Not bad.  There is hope for the week.  Later.