Upstairs, finally.

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It was pleasant.  It was 73 in the main, and 75 near my sleeping mats.  Not cool, and usually that feels cool, almost cold.  It is 82 near the machine, but the heat of the day has been temporarily, at least, put on hold.  It became overcast.  Last I checked, 100%.  Not that that will cool things.  More has to happen for cooling to take place.  Still, 86, for this time of year, IS cool.  It should be five to more like ten to twenty degrees higher.  If... it is still plenty hot, the way I count things.

I got the sewing machine turned on.  I did figure out how to get the bobbins spun right!  But, then, had a heck of a time getting it to thread and run!  Not... exactly sure what the problem was.  Might just be tired and bleh, so couldn't think straight.  After a bit of tinkering, looking through the manual, not seeing anything, but continuing to tinker, I finally got it to sew again.  Ugh.  Weird how brain farts can just mess up a project, for long, short, or good.  Just a temporary outage this time.

And, yep, I found the lever that allows the dog feeds to be retracted.  Can't remember what that... oh, right... for freehand sewing.  Ah, and I found a way to practice that without ruining anything, and to plainly see what you are doing.  If I can find the vid, again, I'll put it up at some point.  Not... interested in looking at the moment.

Then I did just a bit more sewing.  I was trying to make another glasses case, but a longer one.  I... sort of made it.  But sewed with too large of seem allowances.  This is too thin for glasses.  Might work for pens, save for the ugly material.  I'll keep those around, as my first projects.  Just... because.

Then, when down, checking because it looked dark, going out for the temp and a look, I realized the pillows were still out.  So, I got those down and they will go up for use today.  Nice to have those back.  Though, I have found, every time I wash those, it takes a bit for my neck, or them, to reset to comfort.  Though I don't have a headache from last night?  I did start pill medicines.  But... not insulin, again.  I'll... get that in on the regimen, again, today.  I keep falling off.  The heat, the work.  It adds up and I lose track.  But, I am doing better getting back on, when I realize I fell off.  Much quicker, and that... is a good thing.

I'd like to get to dishes, again, before bedtime.  If I have to reset, those rinsing, I will.  But the others can be washed and a decision as to whether to reset them to another soapy run, or a rinse, will be made.  They were pretty greasy/oily.  Bleh.  Yea, I will finish the load of new stuff, and maybe the other too.  Or... not.

I found the number of the potential buyer who called Thursday or Friday.  Called him.  Just went to message.  I left a message.  I hate phone tag, but that is how it works, often enough.  Excited, and yet... frightened.  Not... by the sale, or not sale, but... by the uncertainty, possibilities, either way.  The thing about this house?  Unlike much of the Southwest?  We still have water.  They keep trying to dump all the water, but then get caught with full basins.  And in such a way that just dumping it might well get some people dead, especially if that kills off crops, livestock, and people.  People are finally watching, aware that even "local" bureaucrats are out to ratfuck them, and sell them out.  Gotta watch these things.  We know... we know.  Watching very closely, not just listening to the news, or what they try to tell us.  I think the vax has awaken more of them, taken or not?  We'll see.

I am going to try to stay awake until midafternoon... say 17:00?  Especially since it is not heating, or as quickly.  If it rains, I'm dancing in it.  Or... at least standing out in it.  Another meal?  Not really hungry.  Am, but it so warm that... not.  Hmm... could check the barrels, see if they have been emptied or if I am on the no-fly list.  Fair enough, if so.  I keep... losing track.  Anyway... later.  Though, maybe, goodnight.

Some... strange ones.  I... know.  I get it.

I'm only part Lakota, but all Sioux.

Odd how things work out, anyway.

The ones we fight with the most, and the best?  It's... why... I have said my own enemies are some of my favored people.  Not all of them, and only sometimes.  But, sometimes, my best enemies are the only ones who know me, and well.  As I do them.  We all know it.  Odd how that works.  More so when are enemies are what they are for... their care.  Strange life.

Yea, I... know who.