Way too hot.

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It is only 82 out there.  Actually warmer near the machine than outside.  But not cool enough, outside, yet, to open up.  Chores about broke me.  I can't say why.  I slept fairly well and long "last night".  Though I only actually got, say... six or seven hours of sleep.  I know, some of you feel blessed when you get that.  You don't have a dead heart, either.  This thing has weak batteries that don't recharge quickly, which throttles the rest of the body.  Corpse, really.

I still plan to seed the lawn, and water later tonight.  If I can't work hard, I'll at least get something in.  And a shower, before that, maybe a light shave.  Couldn't get those today either.  The odd thing, is, with a singe ac on since midafternoon, the upstairs is staying down at 73?  Very strange.  I wish, with both running, they would cool it, then, to 68.  There seems to be a strange limit.  I'm assuming it is the buried substructure and soil temperature combination which limits that to some degree.

Getting turbine vents for the attic might help though, too.  A thousand things to do, and only a few hours a week and dollars a month to get these things done.  I do have some sweat equity in the house, but no where near as much as I would have hoped to have in it.  Or the place would be ship-shape, pristine, precisely functioning, and well mannered.

A last night on the road.  Then I have at least three days off.  I am really hoping to get some work done, soon, tomorrow.  Branches... I am between half and a third the way done with those, depending on if you count restacking the cut lumber... oh, well, and delivering the smaller limbs.  Though that will be easier and quicker, so... other than counting stacking, I'd say I am more like two thirds done.

As well, I want to get the eyebolts in, definitely tomorrow, as early to work as possible.  Though with chores beating me up, who knows.  I did do a very little, but somethings, today.  Just... not much.  Later.