A bit later than hoped.

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To bed at 21:15, up to fifteen minutes later but in there.  I left the alarms at 04:00 and 06:00.  I woke at 03:50, and hoped the alarm would wake me.  The next thing I remember was hitting the snooze bar, which lights up the time, and it reading 04:30!  I must have hit the snooze at 04:00, 04:10, and 04:20 without even being awake.  So, I tried to wake up right then, as I had hoped to get up right at 04:00.  Couldn't.  It wasn't until 04:54 before I was getting up and out.  And 05:06 as I started this.

Oh, and I fixed the off clock in the kitchen.  But the little alarm style clock I keep near the computer is off, reading an hour earlier.  I have it on daylight savings, it is set to read from the nuclear laboratory in Colorado I think, not sure why it decided to be off.  Batteries need replaced?

While resetting, I was able to check.  Definitely daylight savings on.  We'll see.  If it drops an hour, again, soon, perhaps the batteries are dying.  If not, someone may have just goofed with it.  Though, usually, it will reset itself, even if someone does.  Maybe it was too close to the computer.  The computer doesn't seem to play nice with other things, these days.

Today?  A shower, almost first thing.  Breakfast may be first, but... will see.  I'll check Sassy's litter shortly.  I don't feed her for several hours, at least if I am awake early like this.  I'd like to vacuum around the place, just the easy to reach areas.  And, see if I can seal the mattress.  Then take down the metal bed base and put that in the spare room.  Chores of course.  If waterers have to be refilled.  Ugh.

And, maybe, back to sorting and boxing with a bit more thought, what is in the spare bedroom and livingroom.  Yes, I have been doing bits of that, when not being interrupted by other tasks, things that come up, side ventures, and such.  Things are being done, if not always what I had planned... usually.  Some days are simply very rough.

I am so tired.  Not sore.  I don't consciously hurt.  My hands and feet are improving.  I had let my feet go for a while, and they had become scaly, with toenails going askew, with cuticles growing straight out, like a perpendicular second toenail, they can be that hard... and they hurt.  Plus, some of the nails grow very strangely, twisting, to cut in.  

A few sessions with the feet scraper, cuticle tool, toenail clippers... the heavy duty ones, and such, and my feet are becoming happy.  Though, I think they need balm treatment just as bad as my hands had needed them.  I better order more of that stuff.  It's called Bag Balm.  

It's not a lotion, think of it more as grease, for the skin.  When oil isn't enough, grease.  And what it has done for my burned, charred, hands is... nothing short of miraculous.  I... was wondering, for a bit, if I might have to go to the hospital.  I wasn't sure the skin would come back.  There were large patches which weren't skin.  Quarter sized, and even larger irregular patches, which were just scabs.  Still not fully reskinned, but... the first few layers are back, and the tops... while a bit rough, are supple in spite of appearing slightly scaly.  Then again, I heal... abnormally well, in spite of being mostly dead to this day.  Odd.

Oh, dishes may actually have to be in the first roundup.  Not many though, just what I have used in eating and making meals these last three days.  Five or six pieces of flatwear, a few bowls, some larger utensils, a bigger pot and the frying pan which got a bit crusty browning the pork.  I overdid that just a wee, if I didn't quite burn anything.

Anyway.  I should get to that, and begin setting up breakfast.  Later.