Checking is... very low?

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I had to look around.  See why.  Ah.  I see.  I usually pay a certain card down, then use it.  For amazon orders.  But, this month?  I paid it down.  I then ordered.  Usually it doesn't show up as having been used for a while.  But, this time, it looks like they laid claim to the funds almost immediately.  I guess, since this and the last balance was nearly the same, I assumed it hadn't been paid, so paid it again.

Sure, it will short me a bit this month.  Okay, I get that.  Should be able to survive.  And, if something comes up, I have that card completely free?  Well, I think $20 or $30 wasn't immediately pulled.  But.. that gives me room.  Plus, I'm paying off other things, and putting money in savings.  Tight.  I'll try to live in that narrow window, survive the month.

I have walkaround money, enough for four or five meals, perhaps.  Dairy was paid.  Things are... looking very good.  Well, better.  Still digging out of a few holes, but not doing too poorly, for the choices I made.  Though they were choices I would make again.  Inflation is not flattening.  The interest rates are rising just enough to kill savings interest, in the crunch between it and inflation.  Worst comes to worst, revolving goes away.  As long as I have food, and a house, I'm not worried.

Bloody nose today.  I think I have just run too many days in a row.  Or nearly in a row.  I am exhausted beyond my ability to do much today.  Feet still feel great.  Legs too.  I was a bit concerned, whether the broken foot would come around and bite me.  Nope.  A bit more swollen, but I think that's a good thing.  It is breaking up what was knotted and clotted, but without causing pain.  Not even down underneath my pain resistance.  No nausea, feverishness, or such.  I have healed well.

The woman who did the work was telling me her mother broke her foot.  It took six months for it to even begin healing.  And, a year and an half later, it is still in rough shape.  So... she... was impressed with my healing.  Then again, if she chose to believe some of my stories, she knows I am... a bit unusual in those ways.  Most people don't tolerate even a bit of draino.  Though the luck, too?  How many people have put a loaded shotgun to their head and pulled the trigger?  *grins*  Well, and are writing about?  So... yea, I... tell my tale.  Believed?  Not my problem.  But, I think she does.  Seen... a few things.  The current level of swelling of the broken foot, for example.  And how much bigger it got during the process.  As I mentioned though, a good thing.

Oh, and she remember that my feet were size 12 last time I saw her.  And noted that they are 16's now.  Something about some of this is... strange to her.  But... interesting.  Or some such.

I called my brother this morning.  He didn't answer, which is fine.  I left a message letting him know I wasn't asleep, just busy, yesterday when he called.  

About to warm the last of the roast beef.  Had kefir, then a berry kefir, earlier.  I do like that stuff.  The new kefir grains were flipped.  But I just tossed the kefir from it.  First, it was watery.  Second, it smells like storebought milk.  It'll be a few days to week before it is ready.

It is up to 30 out there.  It seems like there is some melting up front.  Strange.  Must be the temp and a bit of the sun, even if it is rather cloudy out.  Just enough of each.  Not thawing anywhere else.  Well... on to... not much.  Oh, I want to add tarragon to the beef.  That's... tasty.  Later.