Doing... things.

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Not always successfully?  Yes, and... no.  I mean, I did figure out how to get the p-trap, or whichever, off the bathroom sink.  But... the doohickey is not in there.  It must have just washed on through.  And, now, while I have it back together, and in place, after half an hour of wanting to cuss... but strangely going without?  It... leaks like a sieve.  So... I'll... have to do more down there.  I... really want to cuss.

Actually, that's not true!  I feel no need or want to cuss.  I feel like I would like to feel like cussing?  How about, and more like, I thought I should want to do what I have absolutely no inkling of doing?  Something.  Not a single foul word, or even really the want for such, even while the thing goes completely sideways.  I'm... good with things.  I'll get it, in time.  All good.

I never made it back upstairs, or yet.  Which is fine.  I think I put the heater on a one hour timer.  I ought to check to see if that worked.  It might even yet be slightly warm up there?  I'll... find out.  Shortly.  No, not a perfect day.  But not a bad day.  A start.  Tuesday?  Ah, that's good enough.  Just... trying to keep track of those things.

Blood sugar is 109.  Just... wanted to check.  Nope, allulose can do a trick, but... it's not so good either.  Only one way to find out, and I did.  It is difficult to go without something slightly sweet.  At least I have salty, and get extra for the diet.  Would like to get to food.  I'll check upstairs, then begin frying burger, then eggs.  Later.