Not a bad go of things.

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Plus, I don't think I am finished.  A pleasant day, if dark.

I kept waiting for the sun to come up.  Then I realized it was after 10:00!  The sun she weren't shin'in.  No siree.  So, I got things ready, a change of clothes was a dire need.  And in I went.  Clean!  I LOVE showers.  Baths would be better, but I... just can't.  That is so much work, for this old body.  And upkeep?  A shower will do.

It was 68/69 upstairs, 69/72/73, warmest up front here, and only 63 outdoors.  I didn't see what the low was out there.  Just... was moving too slowly, or elsewise vexed or bewitched by this, that, or the other project, effort, chore, or duty.  But I am guessing it got to the 30's again.

With so many little things being tended, I am... beginning to add other things to the list.  A plastic bag, and vinegar, to deal with the partially deposit-blocked shower head cleared out.  Though, it's mostly the top that is clean, and that provides a stronger spray, so I may actually leave that.  But, too, I keep thinking of moving the shower curtain bar out further, to give me more room in there.  It's like a bull in a closet, as is.  I'd at least like a stall.  :p

No, really.  I dealt with the water softener.  And, yes, the water IS softer, better.  No salt buildup in my r.o. machine, and I can feel it on my skin.  Plus, my eyes are stinging less and less.  I am sure it isn't psychosomatic, or I would have believed these things earlier, and really, they are only being noticed more now.  It took a while.  As well, learning how to use the dremel, then using it.  And a few other projects, chores, and such coming out... favorably, well done, as intended.  Hiccups?  Always, but not stoppages, shortages, failures.  So, it's... time for more.

I am also eyeing a vacuum cleaner that is far easier to use on the steps, in tight places, and in general.  The one I have is just too heavy, even for me.  And it has never quite worked... as intended, hoped, wanted.  Plus, it takes bags, and eats them.  They aren't terribly expensive, but they fill with one turn of vacuuming, in one room.  And it is horrible on the stairs.  Like carrying a ten your old while slowly descending and looking for a lost penny or something.  Ugh.  But, not for a few months.  I am pretty sure which one I want, but... we'll see.

Not a bad day.  Only Tuesday is it?  I have something to get back through ups.  And I really need to do a bit of shopping.  Salad, veggies, maybe a roast or two, and some chicken?  Whatever is on sale, or priced right, meatwise, which probably means pork.  I have stopped looking at fish.  If it isn't out of China, Vietnam, or somewhere like that, it is too expensive or farm raised.  Even US farm-raised fish is... dubious beyond consideration.  Like it, hate me, it's all the same, and the truth.

Boxes.  When, if, I can get to it today.  Medicine was taken.  Oh, and I had been off insulin for a... a while.  Didn't mean to be.  Clean forgot.  How could that not cross my mind.  Been back on it for two days, three?  Four maybe?  But, back.  If nothing else, I am hoping to hang on to mid-afternoon.  I'd love to make to to between 14:00 and 16:00, though I'm not sure.  Dark.  But, strangely, not cold, or even cool.  Dressing more warmly.  Just one fan on in the whole house, and that on low, upstairs.  I... like air moving.  Even if just a bit.  Nice and quiet, though, finally.

Have a great day.  Find your success a ray of sunshine find you, and show you the light.  You are never alone.  Even if you want to be.  I suppose that is the hardest thing to take, for those who want to believe but choose a different path.  So want to be loved, but think they don't deserve it, or that it is false.  Been there, done that.  Have... remarkably... no scars or even a tshirt to show for it?  Wait!  I do have the tshirt from the rafting incident!  "It's all fun and games, until someone falls out of the boat.  Then it's HILLARIOUS!"  Something like that.  So... I do have one tshirt.  *smile*  Good day.