Up at eight thirty?

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I think so.  Have been trying to crawl out since six.  Just... couldn't.  Even now was difficult.  It was 72/73 upstairs, 68/69 down stairs, and 66 outside.  Nothing on but two fans.  Everything remains open, so as to keep fresh air coming in, until it warms up.  As soon as I see that it has hit 70, outside, I close it up.  It warms so fast, though.  Often it is already to the mid 70s or low 80s these days.  An hour is a long time in deeper summer.

Not sure what it got down to last night, but I would guess at least to the high 50s.  Maybe the low 50s?  Can't trust the weather stations, they are usually wrong my from five to fifteen degrees.  Being summer, expect them to lie high.  I am yet to see them lie low.  I suppose when the government wants two plus two to equal three, they will go low?

I did pull meat out to thaw.  And, with ac, wouldn't mind baking some food.  chicken, a pork roast, and... something else.  No steaks this time, or burger.  But I do need more burger.  Then next time I see it on sale, I'll order a bunch.  It is such good, easy, food.  Now, with a griddle, an actual burger, triple patty, is easy.  Though, that also makes cooking a mess of beef crumble to store for the week an breeze, too.  I love that thing.  And so much easier to clean, keep clean, keep oiled, and work with.  Nice.  And, it cooks much faster than the stove.

Still a bit rough.  Still recovering.  Things feel bruised, rough.  Skin is sloughing, from continued water reduction.  But, much better.  And, can be cool enough to live.  My lungs aren't burning.  My body isn't taxing itself just trying to live.  Or, mostly.  Getting better.  I just have to remember to take medicine, at least for a while.  Difficult... first from the stress, now from the ease.

It is like being on a marathon you don't know when you can stop.  Having gone beyond one's capacity by leaps and bounds.  Only to find one's self in a nice little wooded oasis, by a brook and cooling pond.  With water to drink, and food to eat... if still a bit tired to eat.  But... difficult to get up and do much... or immediately.  I am hoping to push a few things through.

Cleaning a few jars, for kefir fermenting.  Got behind.  Soaking the kefir grains, cleaning them, and will get that going again later.  First, soaking the kefir in water.  Purified, no chlorine or fluoride in it.  Then, will soak it in milk a few times.  Then set it up when the jars are ready.  I let them go a bit long, but not too long to keep, I think.  If so, I'll reset with storebought milk next week.  All good.

On to gaming.  Gaming is pushing my boundaries.  This game is brutal, even for the young guns who play it.  It takes a special type to platy these sorts of games.  Whether that is for good or ill isn't my call.  I just... happen to be one of them.  You can't really run and gun, unless you have to!  The game is a game not of possibilities, but of impossibilities.  So be it.

Well... on to my day.  A bit of a gaming.  Then finishing off the kefir soaks and jar cleanups.  A shower, perhaps a trim?  And... who knows what else.  It's a good morning, could be a good day.  Pain is... a grace.  I'll send it out to bless those in need.  Amen.