Well, maybe not much more.

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I am mostly just trying to stay awake until early afternoon.  Slowly falling, though, and it's not even eleven.  Food would be good, as would coffee.  Do I have a drip-through "coffee maker", or something else around?  Or an actual electric drip maker?  One little piece, and the french press is useless.  I'll go look.  That might help.

If the space heater warms a space, it doesn't stay warm long.  Okay, I reset it a while back, to run for two hours.  And... it... takes the chill off the room, or has so far.  As well, you can use it more directionally.  Still, it will work... for a few things.  More or less.

I'd like to eat, and get a shower.  But that's... wait!  I've got salami and cheese.  The salami isn't great, but I have cheeses that are fairly tasty.  I'll make do with the salami.  If I could get some coffee brewed, that would fill out the menu just fine.  

I haven't gotten back into the bathroom.  Looking for knee pads, construction worker type.  Those help for old knees.  I took a pair when working on the bike.  Never used them, had a jack there... whole bike style.  Didn't need to get down and crawl around.  Not sure where they got to, or where the parts are.  Hmm... I'll look, when I plan to do more in there.

Yes, coffee... and food.  Coffee, though, really is food.  Of a sort.

Oh, I realize?  I had to remaster urination.  Really?  Really.  As you get older, things... don't work as well as they should.  What used to (or seemed to be) automatic now takes effort.  I had a gal pal who, when she hit fifties, had to talk to her doc about this.  He, or she, gave her advice.

I remember, because it just struck me as... odd... that she would have to learn how to pee again.  I guess I thought it was just a girl thing, but no.  Anyway.  The advice, that I remember, was to let it go and take your time, to start.  It takes... as long as it takes, but may take nearly thirty seconds.  Let it go.  Then, when it seems nearing done?  Bear down.  Practice pushing the last bit out.

I have been doing that, since I remembered.  Before I remembered, I was just putting tp in, folded, in my shorts.  For the drips.  But the advice has worked!  I no longer need to use tp to catch anything.  So strange, to have to learn how to pee all over again, just because you get a bit older.  But, thankfully, I was quite able to get that under control.  Tp gets... strange... down there.  So... yea.  Pee Master 5700!  :p

On to chow and coffee, if possible.  Later.  Or... goodnight most likely.  It's so dark out there.  And chilly.  Well, 27, but... I am cold anyway.