Starting in at things.

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Sassy was fed, after I had coffee.  I checked the vinegar and electrolytes.  The ones I use have zero calories... meaning no fat, protein, or carbohydrates.  A few hours later, blood sugar is... exactly the same, 216.  Bleh.  Still, at least it didn't go up.

After those things, I checked the trash.  Had more to take, after clearing the litter box.  I scoop that into a small doubled grocery bag, just so I don't have to take fifteen extra steps to dump it, and risk spillage.  That, I take out weekly, or biweekly in the every other week sense of the word.  When it gets a certain amount of stink, or weight, it goes.  Today was the day.  I am surprised they haven't picked up trash yet.  But, they can arrive any time during the day, as late as, I think, fifteen hundred (the latest I thought I remember them being by) or as early as six.  Not a grief, just an understanding.

After those things, I went looking for the tin snips.  They are just gone.  I have no idea where, I used to have two pairs.  I know where one was.  It is no longer there, and I haven't used it.  Gone.  *shrug*  Then I went to the basement, to measure what length of wood I would need, as a support for the pipe.

On to the garage.  I measured how high the floor jack could lift.  At least nineteen inches.  I counted that at fifteen or sixteen.  Then subtracted that from the length needed.  Then went looking for wood.  I found some 2x1's that were long enough.  Picked the rougher of the two, measured, scribed, and cut.  Hoping it will work as is, if not I'll need to use some of the pipe strapping to hold the wood to the pipe, and hope the wood is strong enough to hold the pipe.  If not, I'll add the other piece to it, screwed together in a few places.  Junk wood, mostly.  Still, I hate to waste.

Then I got the floor jack to the basement steps, but wanted to look for the tin snips.  I looked, and checked, and sorted, and moved stuff.  No deal.  Just couldn't find it.  I took the wood downstairs.  And was going to take the floor jack down, but it weighed too darned much at the moment.  So a break.

I have had coffee and vinegar tonic, and think now I'll have a simple carbonated water.  It's almost nine.  But no meal until noon.  So... I need to pace myself.  Nine on top, speaking of the devil.  I decided to hold off on the shower until I got the pipework done, and the laundry until after both.  But... the plans are doing well.

Lunch?  Eggs and sausage.  Fried or omelet though?  I may push through more omelets, until I can get them just right?  Maybe.  I really want to be able to make perfect simple and ingredient filled omelets.  I want to be able to turn them into pretty packages of egg food!  We'll see.  May take a while.  I can do over easy fairly well.  And the other over's are... easy enough, just needing more time.  But omelets will take some practice.  I may see if there are any secrets to omelets, beside temp, while I take my break.  Oh, and a kefir while I am cooking it.  I would like to figure out how to have more to eat a day.  But it is difficult.  Even every other, or third day, I would like to eat a bit more.  Helps poop.  Hate needing to poop, but not having enough mass.  Like trying to poop pureed... anything.  Bleh.