Bumps in the road, but... yea.

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It started with the shower curtain.  I sure swear a lot when mechanically tinkering.  It... must be a guy thing?  Even when doing well, though when failure occurs, rippppp!  Like a sailor.  The first half went up like a top.  The other half not so much.  It requires drywall anchors, which were supplied.  However, they are metal, with no give.  It punched through the drywall without ever giving way.  I tried it at various speeds.  I got it moving a bit first.  Nope!  Queue the cuss words.

Rather than tear the bathroom down around me, I decided to do else, git, take a hike... figuratively.  Upstairs.  Vacuuming.  I had to move this and that, lift blankets hanging off the cot, but all good.  Then for the stairs, carpeted.  What a task that was.  The cord was long enough to reach bottom, but the accessory tube was only good for three of the twenty some steps at a time.  Done, then just a bit at the base... to remind me why.  Incentive, impetus, perhaps some other i-word? to push me to do the rest of the livingroom.

I about fell into my seat, rested for a goodly while.  Then I hit the kitchen dishes.  I did what could be done, washing and setting to dry while hitting what was still a mess then reset that, and dried and put up the finished dishes.  I had to clear dishes from my two main areas... just clean dishes in the way, in order to finish those.  One more batch needs a hot rinse then set to air dry.

I checked to see if the neighbor was out, so might be able to pick up a few drywall anchors, plastic.  It seems so.  If it goes together yet tonight, a shower.  If not a bath.  It has been two and a half days since my last shower... in part due to heat overload, then the delay today, getting the shower curtain rod and curtain up.

The lack of cleanliness is driving me to distraction!  Bleh.  I'm on it.  Wow, not even three days without a shower and I am whining?  I am doing much better even when fallen.  Trust me, that is vastly superior.  He is soon to arrive.  Weeks?  Months?  Time isn't what it seems for either of us.  *blink, blink, blink-blink*

It's just 74° in here, but I am burning.  Sweating profusely as well, more so than usual considering I usually sweat like a pig (they don't) and with low humidity.  Strange.  So... upstairs to chill with the puzzle.  Oh, I ordered a few five hundred piece puzzles.  A thousander, every time, can get a bit dull.  Mix and match.  I may even buy 3d types.  I did purchase a mechanical one.  And, after practice and time, I may order a huge one?

I ordered bits for a duckling setup.  Then will begin seeking ducklings.  Not everything, but a beginning to a starter set.  And my mother called.  I really worry about cancer, when an intractable pain presents... anywhere.  For her, not me.  I must suffer, I don't get to die?  I think only one of my uncles and aunts who have died didn't die of or with cancer.  Though they are living long, and she was second from the last.

They believe they found the problem.  A torn... ligament?  Deep in.  It might be difficult to treat, but knowing offers some relief.  She tried to pick asparagus, thought she could just go down into the ditch and get it.  Uhrm, an Iowa thing?  The girl has spirit, and spit.  I do worry.  I wish I lived closer, I'd love to go picking for her.  She may be on the antifa side of things, if I'd like to believe ignorantly.  We have had political issues since I was quite young.  I was her anti-antifa... initially a different form of the left, then the right, now staying out of all of it, for all practical purposes.  Anyway...

Later.