Saturday, July 23, 2022

Sure took my sweet time.

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A bit warm to start.  So finding a structure from which to kick off of was quite a trick.  Dinner was eaten.  Good enough.  Then, just now, I set up the sprinklers.  I haven't placed all of them.  Two of them, though, and mostly set up.  The third one would be out in the full sun, which is back.  No thank you.  I'll leave it in the shade for now.  Watering tonight, hopefully.

Then I did get the dishes all in the small pool.  All that is needed.  No shower.  Just... not enough energy.  It was 96 out there, when I got the sprinklers arranged, the hoses connected, and got them roughly aimed.  At first it felt okay.  And, then, it didn't.  Still, I got to it, got it done.  Had to haul a 50' contractor hose out of the garage, out to the kitty-corner of the house.  Then untangle and arrange it.  Not as bad as I thought it would be.  The work wasn't bad, the heat was, or was getting bad.

I did toss one hose, and will probably toss a few more.  Old, holes, worn, junk.  Even if the heavier one are difficult, they last longer... as long as no one runs one over with the mowing machine.  Was that me?  Maybe.  Not absolutely sure, or really worried about it.  It is what it is.

A blister, on my left leg, to the side forward quarter of my shin.  Not sure what caused it.  Popped it.  Lots of fluid.  Very strange.  I'll keep an eye on it.  Patch it if necessary.  Wash it, when I shower.  I'll shower tomorrow.  Or tonight.  When I wake, and am able.

Hungry, again.  But not willing to fry or grill anything.  Too hot anyway.  I could have sardines, but the heat problem isn't just a cooking thing.  Digesting food right about now seems like a very poor choice.  One I wouldn't make.  Though a nap, if possible, would be good.  It is 84 up front, 77 around elsewhere... cooler the further back one gets, as with all caves.  And, probably 77 upstairs, if it'll feel cooler, mostly.  Another big glass of water, then on to bed.  Though for a nap or the night I can't say.  It might not even be possible.  Later.

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