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Finally awake. I've been awake since 17:30. It is now 20:18. I didn't go down until between seven and eight. I was trying to stay awake longer. The house was 75°, outside was 60°?, but after hours of trying to get some of that cool in, it just wasn't working and I ran out of energy to continue.
I shut the windows and else, but left the fans going. It was too warm upstairs, at 73°, so I set the second ac on and up to cooling. I slept like a rock, in the good way. It was 68° when I woke. About perfect, after partially acclimating to late spring warmth. I expected downstairs to be an absolute sweatbox.
It read 73°, upstairs... from the remote sender I keep downstairs. Hmm. Odd. But number and feel can be quite different. Still, not bad after a hot day. Down I went. The feel was quite different. Not at all in the way anticipated. It felt cool, almost chill? Yeah. So very strange. A very good, initially baffling, surprise.
When I went out to see about the sprouts it all made sense. A very cool, completely overcast, day. Sitting at 58°, in mid to late afternoon, with no signs the sun had been out, yes... cool. I immediately opened everything back up. The air is thin. The fans just aren't moving volumes of air. It cools the body but not really the cave. Atmospheric phenomena, I think. At 20:21 it has only dropped a degree F.
I turned the ac's off upstairs, leaving one unit on fan, the interior fan going, and opening a few windows. It was 70°, after turning one ac off first thing 'this morning'. But with fan and open windows it should be cooler. While at that I grabbed the dirty laundry hamper, collecting a few long shot misses towards it, and grabbed fresh clothes for an eventual shower.
All have been fed and tended. Kitchen dishes were finally caught up, the sprouts have been tended. I went with a can of baked beans and some of the ham. Bad choice. But hunger met availability. Oh, but it was great. I might as well have regular tacos while at it. Ugh.
A shower in a bit, then on to cleaning the bathroom. With the weather being this delicious, and sleep having been so good... as well pain is mostly gone... yes, work. Try to get as much crammed in as possible. This improbable collection of oddities must be utilized. Later.
Saturday, June 6, 2020
A little, on a strange night.
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My right arm, middle right toe, and that headache... yes, I forgot aspirin. Then a night heatwave. High winds which shoved the thermometer to 80°, indoors. I had a single ac going upstairs. It kept that to 73°. I actually didn't feel too bad for it, but went on up in an attempt to avoid getting heatsick.
I kept the single ac, along with the fan, on. It worked. Oddly I felt cold, but wasn't willing to risk too much heat with no good means of escape. I never did sleep, just rested for a few hours. My arm, toe, and headache wouldn't let me sleep. I gave up, decided to do and check some things.
I have no idea what is causing the headache *cough*, or the arm to hurt. Feels like a recovering through puncture wound. The toe has been hurting for days. I feared it was a toenail cutting in, but didn't have the nerve to look or deal with it, as bad as it felt. I went ahead and looked. Ah! Thankfully just a bruise. I... remembered what from after looking. Stubbed that toe on a heavy case, but while feeling so awful it wasn't well in memory. Aspirin, hopefully that will help.
I did get the ducks out. They didn't bother with the water, this time. Perhaps tomorrow. I need to get them out, anyway. I am waiting on the return of my wheelbarrow so as to clean the hutch. Then I will begin collecting eggs again. They just hid in the grass, didn't go far, and were waiting at the door when I went out to put them in at late dusk.
Dinner, and later a supper. A refried burger salad, then later a sliver of pork. Nothing fancy, not much, but it worked. As well, I put the daikon sprouts out, then prepared another batch and took it out too. Outside, in the sun. The first batch really started greening and filling out. The new batch has sprouting happening on it's first day! Yes, these seeds have some serious shelf life, if you might need to baby them a bit.
I had forgotten them out. I was worried the wind might have broken the jars. The chair they had been setting on was upturned. But they hadn't set well in that chair, to my taste, so I had moved them well out of range of that, and set them well, apparently. Untouched and happy as kits in a den. In, now, but going out again tomorrow. Vegetarian? No. Cheap, flavorful, vitamin C and else. Goes good in salads, also with canelope, nuts, and... various things. Really good on sandwiches. Say $6 in seeds will equate to five to ten pounds in green veggies, nearly on demand. I want to get an alfalfa mix too. Variety. I might even attempt growing some of the daikon to full size. They are my favorite radishes.
When I was out last, about an half hout ago, it was down to 70°. I am hoping for more cooling still. Either another nap or rest, a shower first, if possible. Nights and days are lost. Not sure what will happen until the earth and I get sorted. Will try to work when and as able in any case. Getting there. Later.
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My right arm, middle right toe, and that headache... yes, I forgot aspirin. Then a night heatwave. High winds which shoved the thermometer to 80°, indoors. I had a single ac going upstairs. It kept that to 73°. I actually didn't feel too bad for it, but went on up in an attempt to avoid getting heatsick.
I kept the single ac, along with the fan, on. It worked. Oddly I felt cold, but wasn't willing to risk too much heat with no good means of escape. I never did sleep, just rested for a few hours. My arm, toe, and headache wouldn't let me sleep. I gave up, decided to do and check some things.
I have no idea what is causing the headache *cough*, or the arm to hurt. Feels like a recovering through puncture wound. The toe has been hurting for days. I feared it was a toenail cutting in, but didn't have the nerve to look or deal with it, as bad as it felt. I went ahead and looked. Ah! Thankfully just a bruise. I... remembered what from after looking. Stubbed that toe on a heavy case, but while feeling so awful it wasn't well in memory. Aspirin, hopefully that will help.
I did get the ducks out. They didn't bother with the water, this time. Perhaps tomorrow. I need to get them out, anyway. I am waiting on the return of my wheelbarrow so as to clean the hutch. Then I will begin collecting eggs again. They just hid in the grass, didn't go far, and were waiting at the door when I went out to put them in at late dusk.
Dinner, and later a supper. A refried burger salad, then later a sliver of pork. Nothing fancy, not much, but it worked. As well, I put the daikon sprouts out, then prepared another batch and took it out too. Outside, in the sun. The first batch really started greening and filling out. The new batch has sprouting happening on it's first day! Yes, these seeds have some serious shelf life, if you might need to baby them a bit.
I had forgotten them out. I was worried the wind might have broken the jars. The chair they had been setting on was upturned. But they hadn't set well in that chair, to my taste, so I had moved them well out of range of that, and set them well, apparently. Untouched and happy as kits in a den. In, now, but going out again tomorrow. Vegetarian? No. Cheap, flavorful, vitamin C and else. Goes good in salads, also with canelope, nuts, and... various things. Really good on sandwiches. Say $6 in seeds will equate to five to ten pounds in green veggies, nearly on demand. I want to get an alfalfa mix too. Variety. I might even attempt growing some of the daikon to full size. They are my favorite radishes.
When I was out last, about an half hout ago, it was down to 70°. I am hoping for more cooling still. Either another nap or rest, a shower first, if possible. Nights and days are lost. Not sure what will happen until the earth and I get sorted. Will try to work when and as able in any case. Getting there. Later.
Friday, June 5, 2020
Cooking last night.
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I haven't been eating. I put out meat, burger and a pork roast, to thaw the day... night? before yesterday. It was ready last night. With the burger, I simply fried it into crumble. Spiced, save salt. That doesn't work well, but... it will do. I made romaine lettuce tacos. Sour cream was had, but cheese was sorely missed. Despite having to attempt salting after the fact and no cheese, it was quite good.
After, I roasted the pork shoulder. It came out perfect, in spite have being slightly overcooked by temperature. And everything was put up. I hate making good food only to crash and have it go bad. A slice of that, or a few leaf tacos a day, should be quite good.
I found flour tortillas, frozen. Thawed some. Yeah, I think not. I also found several cans of baked beans... 17 added sugars? Yeah, doubly think not. As well, about four days ago I started sprouting daikon radish seeds. They sure were slow! Ah, best if used by March 20th. 2015! Okies. Still, sprouting they are. It is relatively dark and cool in here. So, today, I am giving them some sun. I may start another batch today.
As well, I believe it is time to get back to work. Still a bit sore, with a solid medium headache. Aspirin and spit will see me through that. A shower, in a bit, to start off the rodeo. Then setting up that last load of dishes and a check on the laundry. Plus folding whatever. I have laundry in the bathroom and upstairs to collect.
I may let the ducks out. They will be killed off, but... what can you really do. I can't afford a secure fence. I'll get their pool going, that draws them out.
The main goal for today and maybe tomorrow is cleaning the bathroom. And, perhaps, starting in on the kitchen if the bathroom is fast. The only thing for Sunday is getting trash collected and out, refilling bags as I go. Keeping three in them really helps keep up.
After the kitchen? Back to the living room and main downstairs bedroom, I do believe. The kitchen may take a whole week, mind you. Perhaps using the spare room as storage and a clearinghouse as I sort. Yes, it is moving along. Even when I fall, or slip a bit, it isn't too bad. And my failings are still sum total less than my weak advances.
Back to it. Later.
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I haven't been eating. I put out meat, burger and a pork roast, to thaw the day... night? before yesterday. It was ready last night. With the burger, I simply fried it into crumble. Spiced, save salt. That doesn't work well, but... it will do. I made romaine lettuce tacos. Sour cream was had, but cheese was sorely missed. Despite having to attempt salting after the fact and no cheese, it was quite good.
After, I roasted the pork shoulder. It came out perfect, in spite have being slightly overcooked by temperature. And everything was put up. I hate making good food only to crash and have it go bad. A slice of that, or a few leaf tacos a day, should be quite good.
I found flour tortillas, frozen. Thawed some. Yeah, I think not. I also found several cans of baked beans... 17 added sugars? Yeah, doubly think not. As well, about four days ago I started sprouting daikon radish seeds. They sure were slow! Ah, best if used by March 20th. 2015! Okies. Still, sprouting they are. It is relatively dark and cool in here. So, today, I am giving them some sun. I may start another batch today.
As well, I believe it is time to get back to work. Still a bit sore, with a solid medium headache. Aspirin and spit will see me through that. A shower, in a bit, to start off the rodeo. Then setting up that last load of dishes and a check on the laundry. Plus folding whatever. I have laundry in the bathroom and upstairs to collect.
I may let the ducks out. They will be killed off, but... what can you really do. I can't afford a secure fence. I'll get their pool going, that draws them out.
The main goal for today and maybe tomorrow is cleaning the bathroom. And, perhaps, starting in on the kitchen if the bathroom is fast. The only thing for Sunday is getting trash collected and out, refilling bags as I go. Keeping three in them really helps keep up.
After the kitchen? Back to the living room and main downstairs bedroom, I do believe. The kitchen may take a whole week, mind you. Perhaps using the spare room as storage and a clearinghouse as I sort. Yes, it is moving along. Even when I fall, or slip a bit, it isn't too bad. And my failings are still sum total less than my weak advances.
Back to it. Later.
Thursday, June 4, 2020
Brutal.
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I can't remember, exactly. But I think the story goes as follows. How many days involved in each segment is... unclear. Take a day as literal or figurative, and each. I simply can't be sure... about anything... three days, seven, or some number between those?
Three days ago I was caught by heat. I... think I worked through some of it. Then, yesterday, I became cold. I remain somewhat chilled, even at 73° F. As well, yesterday and today I have been stricken with terrible pains. As if, in part, a skewer were driven through the kidneys, then on through the right side and only partly through on the left.
I... couldn't think yesterday. The cold isn't as severe today, though trying to find a way through too... between one, the other, or both of those, I... remembered aspirin. I was finally able to wake, about an half hour ago. I had some business to attend. And just remembered aspirin. I... thought of the stuff while in my icy sleep. More blankets did not help... warm thick socks did, if only for the blocks of ice for feet... slightly.
Still, I will... try to get a shower in, set up the last load of dishes, and do whatever washing, folding or hanging, and putting laundry up that is possible. It may be another scrubbed day, with nothing done though. This pain is intense. At least a shower? It's a hope. Later.
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I can't remember, exactly. But I think the story goes as follows. How many days involved in each segment is... unclear. Take a day as literal or figurative, and each. I simply can't be sure... about anything... three days, seven, or some number between those?
Three days ago I was caught by heat. I... think I worked through some of it. Then, yesterday, I became cold. I remain somewhat chilled, even at 73° F. As well, yesterday and today I have been stricken with terrible pains. As if, in part, a skewer were driven through the kidneys, then on through the right side and only partly through on the left.
I... couldn't think yesterday. The cold isn't as severe today, though trying to find a way through too... between one, the other, or both of those, I... remembered aspirin. I was finally able to wake, about an half hour ago. I had some business to attend. And just remembered aspirin. I... thought of the stuff while in my icy sleep. More blankets did not help... warm thick socks did, if only for the blocks of ice for feet... slightly.
Still, I will... try to get a shower in, set up the last load of dishes, and do whatever washing, folding or hanging, and putting laundry up that is possible. It may be another scrubbed day, with nothing done though. This pain is intense. At least a shower? It's a hope. Later.
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
Still tired.
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Didn't get to sleep earlier, if for good reason. Did wake early.
I added a few security features. Nothing can keep out a determined criminal. Breaking and entering is as easy as breaking glass. To enter without direct detection, immediately or later, is more easily deterred. And so it has begun. Two first parts have been installed, which is why I was up later.
I am not completely satisfied with what has been purchased and installed. As portions of a system, they add mild security to a partially opened door... making entry both more difficult and loud(er). And there is some mild addition to the closed door rigidity. They can be helpful but are not... the end, only the beginning, of security. Actually keeping anyone out, in an ajar state, not so much.
I have another part to go in soon. It will add some security when fully shut but nothing when partially open. Hmm... though there may be a way to adjust for even that... A few more components are in the cart, one to add more security when partially open, one to add security when shut. And a peephole. Oh, and three inch wood screws into all the frames. Ever seen door locks hold while the frame falls apart?
That... is just the beginning. When the free shit brigade finds a honeypot, they hate being denied what they now consider theirs. My guess is part of why the last owners left is because they couldn't secure their property, even with two people. They worked on different days, when he was home he often was in his shop. I... have learned it doesn't matter.
So... the security efforts begin. There may be retribution. The ducks, Sam, a fire, another limb "falling". Yea. I get it. No real way out. Still, it is what it is. Ugh. Paranoid much? Just because you are paranoid, and you should be, doesn't mean they aren't out to get you. Druggies, general thieves, the free shit brigade, and many others. Take your pick.
Oh, today? I... need to go back to bed. I just can't quite start. Just sleepy. I have gotten good at keeping the cave, and myself, cool... for now. However, when I can wake, the list from yesterday, plus a shower, is the plan. It's actually fairly cool? So very strange, after a little acclimation it gets easier. Not every time, but this time, for now. Later.
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Didn't get to sleep earlier, if for good reason. Did wake early.
I added a few security features. Nothing can keep out a determined criminal. Breaking and entering is as easy as breaking glass. To enter without direct detection, immediately or later, is more easily deterred. And so it has begun. Two first parts have been installed, which is why I was up later.
I am not completely satisfied with what has been purchased and installed. As portions of a system, they add mild security to a partially opened door... making entry both more difficult and loud(er). And there is some mild addition to the closed door rigidity. They can be helpful but are not... the end, only the beginning, of security. Actually keeping anyone out, in an ajar state, not so much.
I have another part to go in soon. It will add some security when fully shut but nothing when partially open. Hmm... though there may be a way to adjust for even that... A few more components are in the cart, one to add more security when partially open, one to add security when shut. And a peephole. Oh, and three inch wood screws into all the frames. Ever seen door locks hold while the frame falls apart?
That... is just the beginning. When the free shit brigade finds a honeypot, they hate being denied what they now consider theirs. My guess is part of why the last owners left is because they couldn't secure their property, even with two people. They worked on different days, when he was home he often was in his shop. I... have learned it doesn't matter.
So... the security efforts begin. There may be retribution. The ducks, Sam, a fire, another limb "falling". Yea. I get it. No real way out. Still, it is what it is. Ugh. Paranoid much? Just because you are paranoid, and you should be, doesn't mean they aren't out to get you. Druggies, general thieves, the free shit brigade, and many others. Take your pick.
Oh, today? I... need to go back to bed. I just can't quite start. Just sleepy. I have gotten good at keeping the cave, and myself, cool... for now. However, when I can wake, the list from yesterday, plus a shower, is the plan. It's actually fairly cool? So very strange, after a little acclimation it gets easier. Not every time, but this time, for now. Later.
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
Quite good.
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The shower curtains went up easily. Dishes were mostly finished. A few bits are air drying. Then a luxurious shower. Long, double and probably triple cleaned, then oiled. My feet are staying extremely well hydrated. Either I take care of them or they turn into rocks. I am surprised they never became infected... for they did crack to bleeding, sometimes for extended periods, toes and heels... I could do nothing. If I could afford manicures, and if they were available, I would get one a month. It helps with circulation. Oh well.
It is down to 72°, from 75° or 76° inside. It was 58° outside last I looked. I switched everything over to fan upstairs, and opened extra windows while at it. As well, downstairs, I opened up a bit more then redirected fans. I will turn those to low as I go to bed, turn off one of the ac fans, and tighten trim. Trying to save money, but without cooking. A tenuous trick.
A very good day. A bit overheated, a bit of evening air will see to that. I have to cool off before I can sleep. Hopefully earlier tonight than yesterday. If it is well earlier, I may fold some of the laundry up there. I never did work on the puzzle. Something almost always slips through the will.
Yes. A good day. Perhaps a great one.
Tomorrow? Cleaning the bathroom, a shower, the last set of dishes, a load of laundry if possible... if there is enough for a load of something, vacuuming the livingroom, and maybe starting in on the kitchen? Too much, but I like the swagger! The place is still very rough, but the improvements are profound. I am, so far, not only able to make serious inroads, but minimally maintain even when I crash... though often continue on, make deeper inroads, if at a much slower pace.
I don't understand. Save that the voice, the calling... it is more potent than the grave. It is with me awake and asleep, if honestly, sometimes I wish it weren't. A minority, selfish, portion of my thoughts. Like a nightowl child, waken to open presents on Christmas morning. Torn, but not much? Something in there.
Good night.
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The shower curtains went up easily. Dishes were mostly finished. A few bits are air drying. Then a luxurious shower. Long, double and probably triple cleaned, then oiled. My feet are staying extremely well hydrated. Either I take care of them or they turn into rocks. I am surprised they never became infected... for they did crack to bleeding, sometimes for extended periods, toes and heels... I could do nothing. If I could afford manicures, and if they were available, I would get one a month. It helps with circulation. Oh well.
It is down to 72°, from 75° or 76° inside. It was 58° outside last I looked. I switched everything over to fan upstairs, and opened extra windows while at it. As well, downstairs, I opened up a bit more then redirected fans. I will turn those to low as I go to bed, turn off one of the ac fans, and tighten trim. Trying to save money, but without cooking. A tenuous trick.
A very good day. A bit overheated, a bit of evening air will see to that. I have to cool off before I can sleep. Hopefully earlier tonight than yesterday. If it is well earlier, I may fold some of the laundry up there. I never did work on the puzzle. Something almost always slips through the will.
Yes. A good day. Perhaps a great one.
Tomorrow? Cleaning the bathroom, a shower, the last set of dishes, a load of laundry if possible... if there is enough for a load of something, vacuuming the livingroom, and maybe starting in on the kitchen? Too much, but I like the swagger! The place is still very rough, but the improvements are profound. I am, so far, not only able to make serious inroads, but minimally maintain even when I crash... though often continue on, make deeper inroads, if at a much slower pace.
I don't understand. Save that the voice, the calling... it is more potent than the grave. It is with me awake and asleep, if honestly, sometimes I wish it weren't. A minority, selfish, portion of my thoughts. Like a nightowl child, waken to open presents on Christmas morning. Torn, but not much? Something in there.
Good night.
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.
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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.
Today?
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Again, today? I believe so.
Several days of managing heat and recouping lost and dysfunctional sleep has prepared me for getting back to work. At 13:20 it is 80° outside, 70° upstairs, and 72° downstairs. The ducks and girls have been tended. And I have begun plotting my day. Oh, and strange dreams...
The first task will be refreshing dishes. The ones in the bathroom are ready, just needing a hot refresh so as to dry more easily. The ones in the kitchen still need a first wash, so that wash, then a complete refresh... to then be washed again after a shower. Of course, before a shower, the shower curtain bar has to go up. So there is that.
After, perhaps between those as well, a rest. After? Putting the last of the dishes in, perhaps the last full load of laundry, then upstairs to vacuum and then fold and put up laundry. If there is anything else possible, assuming I clear to that point, the idea of finishing cleaning the bathroom is nagging my mind.
If I can clear that list, I could begin finishing the kitchen tomorrow! It has lingered well from as far as I got last time. This time I will completely clear down to the table and set that back up, but also begin going through pots, pans, and small and large utensils. Storing portions of each, tossing some. Some with the intention of giving away or throwing away, in time. Some stored as replacement for any stolen or broken items.
Yes, I am seeing it. The work that has been done, the short term work proposed, and the work that will be done. Overall an half done? A third? A quarter complete? To a degree it depends how you balance work. By volume, by time, by processes rendered? Perhaps other ways, such as mass over distance. Actually the heaviest item, at nearly three hundred pounds, that perpetually needs moved, is my body. :p
I'll try to get to dreams later. Or not.
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Again, today? I believe so.
Several days of managing heat and recouping lost and dysfunctional sleep has prepared me for getting back to work. At 13:20 it is 80° outside, 70° upstairs, and 72° downstairs. The ducks and girls have been tended. And I have begun plotting my day. Oh, and strange dreams...
The first task will be refreshing dishes. The ones in the bathroom are ready, just needing a hot refresh so as to dry more easily. The ones in the kitchen still need a first wash, so that wash, then a complete refresh... to then be washed again after a shower. Of course, before a shower, the shower curtain bar has to go up. So there is that.
After, perhaps between those as well, a rest. After? Putting the last of the dishes in, perhaps the last full load of laundry, then upstairs to vacuum and then fold and put up laundry. If there is anything else possible, assuming I clear to that point, the idea of finishing cleaning the bathroom is nagging my mind.
If I can clear that list, I could begin finishing the kitchen tomorrow! It has lingered well from as far as I got last time. This time I will completely clear down to the table and set that back up, but also begin going through pots, pans, and small and large utensils. Storing portions of each, tossing some. Some with the intention of giving away or throwing away, in time. Some stored as replacement for any stolen or broken items.
Yes, I am seeing it. The work that has been done, the short term work proposed, and the work that will be done. Overall an half done? A third? A quarter complete? To a degree it depends how you balance work. By volume, by time, by processes rendered? Perhaps other ways, such as mass over distance. Actually the heaviest item, at nearly three hundred pounds, that perpetually needs moved, is my body. :p
I'll try to get to dreams later. Or not.
Monday, June 1, 2020
Not today.
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Destabilized by the heat, then a return to normal temperatures, I couldn't get to work. My thermometer read 84° to 86° outside. At ~21:30, it is just at 74.5° indoors and 70° upstairs. Outside, it is 65°. I am cold, too cold. Quite strange. Perhaps a really good long night sleep will help.
A few things were done. Meal dishes were gathered and set to a soak or a fresh soak. A tape measure went up the last time I went up, and the closet was measured so as to install a hanger bar. Then it was taken downstairs, to the bathroom, so as to figure the height for hanging the shower curtain.
Feeding, watering, and caring for the critters was all else I could do. It is nearing bedtime.
I called the Canadian company. No one there. I left a message. I checked email shortly after. Whether from the call, or I had missed it before, an email was in. It had a Internet path to pay for the device, which I did. Hopefully I will know tomorrow whether this worked. I could have just walked away, then bought from a US company. As I see it, a deal is a deal.
I did call my mother. She is suffering. She recently had an mri. Hip and leg pain, beyond her ability to tolerate. She has been layed up since we last spoke. I wish there was something I could do. I can pray for her, and check in on her. She will get the mri results tomorrow, if I question modern medical. I'm not sure if they decide who should receive treatment or if they don't know a real diagnosis from a false one. Do they care, at all?
Almost bedtime. Good night.
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Destabilized by the heat, then a return to normal temperatures, I couldn't get to work. My thermometer read 84° to 86° outside. At ~21:30, it is just at 74.5° indoors and 70° upstairs. Outside, it is 65°. I am cold, too cold. Quite strange. Perhaps a really good long night sleep will help.
A few things were done. Meal dishes were gathered and set to a soak or a fresh soak. A tape measure went up the last time I went up, and the closet was measured so as to install a hanger bar. Then it was taken downstairs, to the bathroom, so as to figure the height for hanging the shower curtain.
Feeding, watering, and caring for the critters was all else I could do. It is nearing bedtime.
I called the Canadian company. No one there. I left a message. I checked email shortly after. Whether from the call, or I had missed it before, an email was in. It had a Internet path to pay for the device, which I did. Hopefully I will know tomorrow whether this worked. I could have just walked away, then bought from a US company. As I see it, a deal is a deal.
I did call my mother. She is suffering. She recently had an mri. Hip and leg pain, beyond her ability to tolerate. She has been layed up since we last spoke. I wish there was something I could do. I can pray for her, and check in on her. She will get the mri results tomorrow, if I question modern medical. I'm not sure if they decide who should receive treatment or if they don't know a real diagnosis from a false one. Do they care, at all?
Almost bedtime. Good night.
Sleep, lots of it.
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No choice. I was exhausted beyond reason. Trying to stay up, downstair, at 76°, for several days, ruined me. I'm a mess, and will be until I recover, rest, and begin to acclimate. Far too hot far too quickly. From 8:30, I think, I slept until 14:30. I woke several times. Just... still feeling too warm, and a call?
The call I heard, maybe others, was from my bank. The company I ordered from was Canadian. And? Well, my bank doesn't do Canada, or any foreign, natively. Must be one of the (new?) national security laws. They will, upon request, open up transfers to a foreign company for a short time. Ugh.
This means I will have to fuss about in an attempt to get them to attempt the transaction again. To bad they don't do this with Chinese goods carte blanche. I will never buy Canadian again. Not worth a few dollars savings, if that was even it. I think I simply recognized the company name, so trusted from the praise of others. Unfortunately, some companies I might work with in the US will pass off fake items.
It remained 68° up there, throughout. I had been curious about rigging... open curtains for better cold air flow, or close the curtains on the air conditioners. As it turns, closing the curtains keeps it cooler. However? It was far cooler today, and I was sleeping in a different place, plus many other possible factors. I will do several more trials. To be scientific, I need to check same temperature ranges, with same humidity, atmospheric pressure, while tending other variables, over similar periods of time.
Science isn't so much a tricky widget as an impossible one. Thus the lab. While a lab setting allows a more equal set of parameters, it also excludes known and unknown variables. Which is why everything from application lab work to computer modelling absolutely fail. Thus engineering. I sometimes think they do, or don't, include the butterfly effects. Only some actually should be included. Picking the right three from trillions to the e is... well. At least they have neat toys and stupid stories. Might as well go Zen. It has more truth than they can conjure. All they have is faith. I'll bet they don't remember that Einstein and Darwin died disbelieving their own works.
It was just 72° downstairs, and about 84° outside. It is alread 73° and small change an half hour after waking. Bleh.
Hmm? Today? Up with the shower curtain, a shower, out with the trash, and a stab at cleaning the bathroom? Yeah. If I get too hot, a trip upstairs to fold clothes. If that doesn't cool me enough, then time on the puzzle. A bit on that each day is getting it done. Oh, I'd like to finish meal dishes. They have stacked up a bit, but not terribly quite yet.
A bit of work, between cooling and napping as needed. When those tasks are completed, a new list. Later.
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No choice. I was exhausted beyond reason. Trying to stay up, downstair, at 76°, for several days, ruined me. I'm a mess, and will be until I recover, rest, and begin to acclimate. Far too hot far too quickly. From 8:30, I think, I slept until 14:30. I woke several times. Just... still feeling too warm, and a call?
The call I heard, maybe others, was from my bank. The company I ordered from was Canadian. And? Well, my bank doesn't do Canada, or any foreign, natively. Must be one of the (new?) national security laws. They will, upon request, open up transfers to a foreign company for a short time. Ugh.
This means I will have to fuss about in an attempt to get them to attempt the transaction again. To bad they don't do this with Chinese goods carte blanche. I will never buy Canadian again. Not worth a few dollars savings, if that was even it. I think I simply recognized the company name, so trusted from the praise of others. Unfortunately, some companies I might work with in the US will pass off fake items.
It remained 68° up there, throughout. I had been curious about rigging... open curtains for better cold air flow, or close the curtains on the air conditioners. As it turns, closing the curtains keeps it cooler. However? It was far cooler today, and I was sleeping in a different place, plus many other possible factors. I will do several more trials. To be scientific, I need to check same temperature ranges, with same humidity, atmospheric pressure, while tending other variables, over similar periods of time.
Science isn't so much a tricky widget as an impossible one. Thus the lab. While a lab setting allows a more equal set of parameters, it also excludes known and unknown variables. Which is why everything from application lab work to computer modelling absolutely fail. Thus engineering. I sometimes think they do, or don't, include the butterfly effects. Only some actually should be included. Picking the right three from trillions to the e is... well. At least they have neat toys and stupid stories. Might as well go Zen. It has more truth than they can conjure. All they have is faith. I'll bet they don't remember that Einstein and Darwin died disbelieving their own works.
It was just 72° downstairs, and about 84° outside. It is alread 73° and small change an half hour after waking. Bleh.
Hmm? Today? Up with the shower curtain, a shower, out with the trash, and a stab at cleaning the bathroom? Yeah. If I get too hot, a trip upstairs to fold clothes. If that doesn't cool me enough, then time on the puzzle. A bit on that each day is getting it done. Oh, I'd like to finish meal dishes. They have stacked up a bit, but not terribly quite yet.
A bit of work, between cooling and napping as needed. When those tasks are completed, a new list. Later.
Can't sleep!
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I didn't crash until halfish after three. I probably could have, perhaps as early as two, but I was absolutely drinking in the cool of the night. My main downstairs thermometer read 73.9°. With fans going and everything open, I was blissfully freezing. It was so cool outside that I changed the ac's to fan mode and opened a few windows. It was down to 68° when I closed shop this morning, 70° upstairs before I switched rigging.
I woke around six, the first time, to check things, and attempt escaping sleep. I switched one ac to cooling, one off, and closed the windows upstairs. Downstairs I opened up a bit more. Then had to go back to bed. I simply could not keep my eyes open.
The sun, he's a tyrant! I so wanted to continue sleeping. Around, under, even some heat through, the window and curtains. More so with fluttering from the necessary fan placement. Both the warming and the light caused me to flee bed. I closed up the downstairs and am almost awake enough to think.
Oh, right... the cot! It is in a shaded part of the upstairs. And with the ac on, and how I can place the fan, it might work for more sleep. I keep the beds made, putting a featherlight blanket on top of all else for day naps or sleeping. Good for naps, but if I need more, my body shifts so that I become cold, so that I end up crawling deeper under the other blankets.
Still so tired that my eyes, even body, hurt. And it is starting to heat up down here, partly from me and this machine. Yes. Back to bed. Later.
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I didn't crash until halfish after three. I probably could have, perhaps as early as two, but I was absolutely drinking in the cool of the night. My main downstairs thermometer read 73.9°. With fans going and everything open, I was blissfully freezing. It was so cool outside that I changed the ac's to fan mode and opened a few windows. It was down to 68° when I closed shop this morning, 70° upstairs before I switched rigging.
I woke around six, the first time, to check things, and attempt escaping sleep. I switched one ac to cooling, one off, and closed the windows upstairs. Downstairs I opened up a bit more. Then had to go back to bed. I simply could not keep my eyes open.
The sun, he's a tyrant! I so wanted to continue sleeping. Around, under, even some heat through, the window and curtains. More so with fluttering from the necessary fan placement. Both the warming and the light caused me to flee bed. I closed up the downstairs and am almost awake enough to think.
Oh, right... the cot! It is in a shaded part of the upstairs. And with the ac on, and how I can place the fan, it might work for more sleep. I keep the beds made, putting a featherlight blanket on top of all else for day naps or sleeping. Good for naps, but if I need more, my body shifts so that I become cold, so that I end up crawling deeper under the other blankets.
Still so tired that my eyes, even body, hurt. And it is starting to heat up down here, partly from me and this machine. Yes. Back to bed. Later.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
Too hot too quickly.
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The last duckling died. Simply too much. I buried the pair together.
If I can find ducklings... perhaps before looking I will build a small cage, suitable for nesting as well. Actually I will get on that soon. Find a plan I can use, hopefully whole cloth, or alter a near-beer plan. It has to be warm enough at night and cool enough during the day. I'm not sure that is possible currently. With spikes nearly to, possibly over, 100. I don't known how hot it was earlier. It did cloud over and drop to the low eighties... in the shade. My guess is that it cracked 90° and change.
I was beginning to come undone in here at 75°. It remains that warm. However, I went upstairs and back to sleep. It was 70°, but cooled off to 67° by the time I woke. Clouds help. However, with 70° being the coolest I have seen it in a week or two, I had to really work at waking then rising. Odd how a few degrees will get you... me anyway.
Sam received kibbles. It looks like Sassy is really eating the heck out of those. I'll have to buy a lot more of that type of food. Why not in the winter? They are tripling eating that food? And with Sam outside? Hmm, being "borrowed"? I'll... figure things out shortly. I don't know how Sam can handle that heat. As mentioned, I wondered if it wasn't to escape Sassy, but then remembered she was always that way. And summers around here are always... mostly... brutal.
Weather seems to be normalizing. I am guessing China is back to, or near, full production. This weather was a sign. Not that I am absolutely certain, just that it fits my considerations.
I am going back upstairs. Either to cool off while working on the puzzle or napping again. I can handle 75° for a long while. But if I heat up doing even a few things I need to chill, literally. It's just too hot, and it got that hot very quickly. No time to acclimate. Even eighty was a hit, but the 90's are murder. Later.
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The last duckling died. Simply too much. I buried the pair together.
If I can find ducklings... perhaps before looking I will build a small cage, suitable for nesting as well. Actually I will get on that soon. Find a plan I can use, hopefully whole cloth, or alter a near-beer plan. It has to be warm enough at night and cool enough during the day. I'm not sure that is possible currently. With spikes nearly to, possibly over, 100. I don't known how hot it was earlier. It did cloud over and drop to the low eighties... in the shade. My guess is that it cracked 90° and change.
I was beginning to come undone in here at 75°. It remains that warm. However, I went upstairs and back to sleep. It was 70°, but cooled off to 67° by the time I woke. Clouds help. However, with 70° being the coolest I have seen it in a week or two, I had to really work at waking then rising. Odd how a few degrees will get you... me anyway.
Sam received kibbles. It looks like Sassy is really eating the heck out of those. I'll have to buy a lot more of that type of food. Why not in the winter? They are tripling eating that food? And with Sam outside? Hmm, being "borrowed"? I'll... figure things out shortly. I don't know how Sam can handle that heat. As mentioned, I wondered if it wasn't to escape Sassy, but then remembered she was always that way. And summers around here are always... mostly... brutal.
Weather seems to be normalizing. I am guessing China is back to, or near, full production. This weather was a sign. Not that I am absolutely certain, just that it fits my considerations.
I am going back upstairs. Either to cool off while working on the puzzle or napping again. I can handle 75° for a long while. But if I heat up doing even a few things I need to chill, literally. It's just too hot, and it got that hot very quickly. No time to acclimate. Even eighty was a hit, but the 90's are murder. Later.
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