A fresh start to a new ending.

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Blogger says it is imposing the use of a new format near the end of the month.  They are asking for input from catastrophic failures, so you know this new system has been well developed, engineered, and tested.  My guess?  It's just a way to get rid of a certain segment of their users.  Well, they do suggest, after they corrupt a decade or two of work, they will let you go back to the old system.

I have heard from others, in the longer past, that the promise never held up.  Either the technical end failed or their was no actual path back.  I think I went through one of those myself, finding no promised way back.  With youtube closed, it really doesn't matter.  I am looking at a workaround for that, was, can... could... almost taste it, just don't have much incentive with this new change.

Anyway... a few weeks?  Though, we will see.

It was morning when I had to go on to bed.  The sun was out.  It looked like it was going back to full summer.  Between heating pans so as to season them, thin air perhaps, and the cave simply refusing to relinquish heat, it was still 72° when it was time.

I feared terrible heat later.  Nothing more to do for it.  I closed it up.  I thought I left the fans going but they aren't on as I woke at ~17:30.  However, it is between 66° and 69° down here.  I'll turn the fans on low, to help cover for my presence.  I, usually, add two to three degrees to the place.

Upstairs was 66° as I was going down.  With it having clouded over, possibly rained, while I slept, it was pleasant.  I went to turn off the sunward ac.  It wasn't on!  I am absolutely sure I turned that on, fearing a heat-nightmarish sleep with the sun burning so brightly, initially.

Ghosts or human visitors?  I... maybe with the fans, not a shadow of doubt with the air conditioners.  I terribly fear high heat while trying to sleep.  Anyway.  After dealing with the shock, I opened two windows and turned the ac to high fan.  That works perfectly on such days.  Let me get those fans going down here.

A shower, setting the last load of dishes going, a load of laundry, trash and recycling collection and removal, then bag management?  I won't finish anything but at least seeing laundry at least through drying and getting the trash to the curb and, once bagged, the receiptacles to their proper stations.

It's  not a lot, but how I am feeling, it will be a test.  I keep promising myself aspirin.  I keep failing?  Or...  I remember writing about it, then not remembering taking it.  There is only one way to be sure, counting,  the last two times, including most recently, my memory and lack of memory, matched.  So, I can take aspirin today.

Is aspirin dangerous?  It's the dose.  When I take it, I hit 2k mg.  Anything less has little to no effect.  Trust me, I am cheap.  I tried to go with three pills for many doses, then four.  I attempted to convince myself that it was working, that I didn't need more.  After several doses in a row, I would sometimes just get through it, sometimes end up having to take a third timed five pill dose, so end up taking a bit to a lot more.  Same with 1.6k, four pills.  As is, one 2k pack handles the problem for days to a week.  Or, at least, more won't help.  So, 2k it is... when I  remember through to consumption.  At 260 to 300 in weight, it's not a stretch.  Later.