An awful day.

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Still cool, if gladly.  I am burning from the inside.  It was 64° when I woke, upstairs.  I had the furnace set to keep it 66° downstairs, so that is probably about where it was.  Even after being up and at it for an hour and probably two, it is only just about to hit 70°.  Then again, I found the oven still on this morning.  I was sure it had been off?  Actually, given that, I am not sure if the temperature is rising or falling.

I do know I cold adapt much quicker.  Actually?  DONE!  I am spoiled on the cold.  Summer weather acclimation is toast.  When the heat returns, it will be absolute agony.  Oh well.  I still have things to do.  I'll... I'll figure it out.  So very much more to do.  Dark dreams of late.  I got glimpses of what was coming, and what else is possibly to arrive.  It isn't... never mind.  Not for you.  Not even for me.

Why does everyone look upon the misfortunes of others so intently that they fail to notice their own horrors walking right to them?  Yea.  Don't see the cobra for someone else's accident?  Never mind.

The mortgage was paid.  I have to wait for them to call me.  Trying to call them before even this late in the month... usually not being able to reach them until the 16th or later... the call almost always fails.  I kept missing them this month, as the sleep cycle is spinning out of control and they call every second to fifth day.  Fishing for late fees, statistics which offer them morz .gov money, or some other reason(s)?  I've applied for automation, several times.  And the amount changes.  It was in the mid $6 bills... this time.  It is supposed to be static, but can alter by as much as two bills more.  It was mid $7 bills the four months ago, for several months, and mid $8 billsbefore that, for a while, on top of losing debt ground, somehow.

Something is terribly wrong with mortgage financing, insurance, taxes, escrow, and the rest.  Parasites.  Having a home, even as insecure as it is, is worth the hassle.  Just don't go into it thinking contracts mean anything.  And a handshake is usually meant as an insult, as are voiced gratitudes and platitudes.  You don't have friends or even friendly associates, just a bunch of people trying to eat your lunch, looking to fleece at every opportunity.  Sometimes one will do a larger or smaller boon, but only if it still pays.  And boons might cost in some other way.

The microgreens have been reset.  It's so cold, even with reasonable sunshine today, that sprouting is quite limited.  I have one batch completed and in the fridge, one batch I have stopped keeping under water, and a batch started just yesterday.  I have had the finished stuff several ways.  But a favored way is as a two-finger pinch snack as I go through the kitchen, a few times a day.

I may have to go on back to bed.  I saw my shadow?  That or... everything hurts while I am burning on the inside and freezing on the outside?  Sometimes I wonder if I am in purgatory.  Sometimes I wonder if I am further astray.  Right, wrong?  Either way, if you are reading this?  You are with me.  *grin* Later.

"The hell he says!"  *wink*  I would you if I were duck.