Well heck.

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No sleep.  Things turned around as I was heading up.  Sleep just wasn't possible.

Why cry over spilled milk, though?  Besides, it is a pleasant evening.  It is only down to 79, in here, near the machine.  Or so it reads.  But... I almost feel chilly.  No need for the swamp cooler.  Just the fan pointing out, and the windows open through the house.  Wonderful, really.  The last I checked, outdoors, it was only down to 74.  It might be a few degrees cooler.

Strange how I am able to handle these temps gladly, handily, smoothly.  Even up to the low 80s are... rather tolerable.  Breaking a sweat is much easier, but I am not in a permanent sweat.  That is why I used to hate the heat.  Anything over 74 and my metabolism was in overdrive, and I still didn't lose any weight!  Ugh.  Now?  I can go out, into the 90s, and only suffer mildly.  Not even suffer, more... suffer some discomfort?  Right, that.  It's like going up in elevation a bit too quickly, or diving an atmosphere too far, too quickly.  Not... dangerous, immediately, itself.  Just uncomfortable.  Though, letting me know that I need to pay attention.  I am at some limit.  And, hundred degrees or more and that is compounded a bit, but I have even done that in the last two summers, for a few hours once.

Still, it's crazy that at 79, with a fan, that I can feel chilly.  Though the heat is somewhat artificial, being near the machine.  But... not all that artificial.  The cooling is probably more artificial.

I did get the trash out.  No recycling to speak of.  There is one bag I could take out, but even it is only half full.  Not... worth the time, especially since I am not sure this is recycling week.  Oh... I need to get some money to the utilities!  Gah!  I hate that I fall behind like this.  I'll get two hundred in, and more next month, if that didn't catch up.  Bleh.  I... do try.  I just... fail, often.

I am hungry, now.  I didn't have much to eat.  The last of the roast and one small new potato, baked with butter.  Hmm... perhaps a can of soup, or eggs and corned beef hash, or... maybe just a couple of cans of sardines, on those keto crackers.  I don't need much, just... a bite.

As well, perhaps I could do some neatening, sorting, storing, and restoring, while I am up.  It would be a good night to do some work.  Plus, maybe more work upstairs.  Sure.  It's... nearly Monday.  Might as well get to it.  Hmm?  Yes, sardines, crackers, fatted coffee, then to some work.  I'll sleep when I can.  Goodnight, for your part, or good morning.

Oh, some... things to share.  The way I was beginning to work on the asian squat wasn't working well.  So... I wasn't sure what to do.  Then this showed up.  Yes, yes, I think I can do that one.  And, probably, at an accelerated pace.  Thank you, to all involved.  I will begin this tonight.

And this one?  Just... a warning, of sorts.  So many of you seem to think it's all okay.  And, to a degree, and mostly, it could be.  But... are you really paying attention?  Enough attention?  I'm not trying to spook you.  More warn you.  Given enough of a headstart, anyone can make it.  Mostly.  But you... you have to see it coming.  Be on the lookout.  Watch.  See.  Pay attention.  If you lose, don't take it personally, either.  They are just hungry, whoever, or whichever, they is under discussion.  Only the two leg predators are potentially evil.  The rest are just... animal.  Heads up!