Up, awake, nicely.

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Mostly.  There are minor aches and pains.  But this is the first morning I haven't felt like I was a car wreck on waking in... three or four days now.  All good though.  If I could push to feel like that more often, I would.  Actually, when I recover a bit, I am going to try to hit it again.

We got a bit more snow last night.  An inch, two?  Some of it melted off, probably left with an inch, inch and an half... by the looks of things.

If we get a big snow, I'd finally like to get the snow shoes out, and in use.  As well, I may see about putting up the hammock, and testing the zero degree underquilt, and the rest of my kit.  I have a multistage sleeping bag that is supposed to be good down to -20 F, on it's own.  Between them, they should be able to handle serious cold.

Though, if those are mere survival temps, then comfort temps would be around -20 if I had to guess.  Still, that's not bad.  If...  Elevation makes a big difference.  Humidity, and the lack of it, in either extreme, can make a huge difference.  Who knows.  Of course, I can't just imagine it, I have to get out and do it.

As well, I would like to figure out a few more things around the house.  Clearing and cleaning, again.  Boxes have started stacking back up.  If more buying endurable goods or food... shoes that fit, canned mushrooms, powdered butter and cream for backup, and keeping in foods as I use them.  A bit more and new, a bit restocking, and yet whole in all, much less buying.

I still need to get the various grains into long term storage.  As well, I'd like to get spices, stocked with those.  You'd be amazed at what a bit of herbs and spices will do for food that has become terribly boring.  And, of course, the goal to can meats, and ghee, is still on the menu planning schedule.

I think I can, I think I can...  So, there is plenty to do, to keep me busy, wear me down, break my mackerels.  Without even requiring a wife.  Still, I... keep looking.  If the women I keep meeting would STOP BEING MARRIED!  Ugh.  Three of the last five.  The other two were unfit.  One I suspected drug use, the other I was sure.  One was too old, the other... nothing but trouble.  She just wanted someone to handle her bar tab. as well.  Nope.  Wow.  The three married women would have been great, save that they were married.  Younger, fit, straight, probably viable, even working.  Working... not preferred?  Right, but a good thing to do, probably required, while waiting for a husband.  But... not while married.  Ugh.

I got my order placed, for tomorrow.  I changed a scheduled event, rescheduled, or potentially.  Got kefir reset last night, and have enough for a minor reset today.

When I am more awake, I'll hit the dishes, get a shower, then get back to gaming as I ease into my day.  Not a perfect life, but something.  Oh, I did make a roast last not.  I won't say it was tasty.  And that from my preferred (usually) store.  Bleh.  Perhaps the onions are a bit too old?  Gave an off flavor?  They smelled good.  Dunno.  Still, it's food.  And edible, if an ugly meal.  I couldn't eat the chicken, this I can eat.  It's a different type of off, not old, just... odd.  Meh.  Later.