A few small things.

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Hoping for more.

Several of my faucets, and kitchen sprayer, were blocked up, a bit.  So?  A baggy and vinegar, wrapped and secured, given an half hour to two per, and a better flowrate.  A trick I heard about.  Doubted, but... you never know.  I gave it a go, and it went, swimmingly.  I need to hit the bathroom sink again.  And I'd like to do the showerhead before long.  The sink wasn't finished, for a hole developed in the bag.  And I ran out of energy.

The goal, tonight, is to get a shower.  Which means dishes, first.  Which means the freezertop.  Everything gets backed up, overlaid, and one thing in the way of the others.  Sometimes in multiples.  So far, just... linear, for now.  Bleh.  Still, I... keep trying.  Didn't make it to the post office.  Will make great effort to do so tomorrow.  A shower is required, which means dishes are required.  Which... I think it is just those two things in the way.  Bigger things.  But... just those.

As well, if possible, I would like to get a load of laundry done and drying.  I wouldn't mind putting them on the line, but a) we keep getting snow and b) I am too tired to mess with being outside.  I turned the heat up, yesterday, in an attempt to warm the coldblooded body my corporeal form has become.  Doing much better this year, but... it's... still limited.  Though too warm isn't better?  Aye, but that is subjective.  Today, 72 is warm enough, tomorrow 75 is what it takes, then 75 is way too hot the next day.  Sometimes 72 is too warm.  It's... a bit of a mess.

Still, working on it.  Saying prayers.  As men I know die, it's... strange.  All I can do is pray.  Though, I really need to get to confession, and figure out how to do that regularly, with someone who speaks in a way I understand, and who I believe understands my words.  That has to be clear.  I'll... look around, again.  And, since I can't do it on Saturdays... not... well...  I need to figure out... that.  Perhaps, if I can get a priest to see me... I don't mind looking into eyes, speaking directly, being known.  I just want to make sure what is said, both ways, is fully understood.  And, that I can go in... when I can go in.  I can keep a schedule, usually, for a few days, maybe a week, if I am lucky.  Then getting out might become too difficult, or my sleep and wake cycle may alter.  I have to set an appointment within a few days, and do everything required to make it.  Or... rearrange it.  Dying is difficult.  Especially doing it for decades.  It's... messy.  And people, not even priests, like messy things.

I need to get confession, and keep that up.  So that I can, with clean conscience, go to events, and attend rightly.  Masses, and other such.  Mass would be good, but the Lord knows, that will be hit or miss.  Much more miss.  But until confession, it isn't a right mass.  Ugh.  Working on it.

Hmm?  Oh, on to the freezertop.  Then, maybe, a light reset of dishes.  Later.