Cold.

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After chores, and dinner, that was it.  Too cold out there.  It got to me.  I have the house set at 70, and it just doesn't feel it.  Still, as I go to bed, I will turn it down a few degrees.  Not to 66 but 68.  If the furnace goes out I want just a bit more room between what it was and freezing.

It was 30~32 when last I looked outside.  I didn't look closely, wasn't feeling it.  I had just shut the ducks in.  My hands were frigid.  I was frigid, strangely.  And it sounds wet out there.  Rain, snow, or... just damp from earlier?  I can't exactly tell.  The moisture isn't helping the temp, to be sure.

Well, I did put the sausage pieces up.  I hope to be able to get eggs boiled and peeled, then bottled tomorrow.  I would like to do sauerkraut too, if I'm not certain.  I would need to pull whey off one of the kefirs.  I'm not sure there is one with that sort of buildup.  Though, if I use one to a quarter, refill it, and give it a bit, perhaps that would produce whey in time?  Or will the cabbage be too old by then?  I'm never sure.

Medicine in.  One vitamin, which is taken as a liquid drop, remains.  Thirsty, but trying to avoid drinking too much.  Perhaps a bit of water before bed, but just.  Trying to let the water pills do their work without taxing everything.  The hope is, in time, a few weeks after full dose medicine has been started, I might be able to begin cutting back on the water pills.  The doctor wants just one, but that might not be possible.  I can tell by legs and lugs that one was not getting the fluids out, two wasn't doing it.  But that is one medicine.  Oddly, watching fluid intake and eating better, without medicine, had gotten me in pretty good control of fluids.

It is bedtime.  Earlier than the last three or four days.  Hopefully sleep will be very good.  And maybe I can wake earlier.  Even if I can't do much, being awake during the day would be good.  I will be losing that before long.  Full dose medicine is going to trample me, especially if it stays cold, again, for a while.  Or gets hot, really quickly, too hot.  Delicate.  You would think death would find it's way to me quicker than it has.  Suffering, it seems, is my due.  A grace, in a way.  If it leads me home, then... yes.  Good night.