Headache?

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Almost?  Sort of?  More as if my head were in a vise.  A... more comfortable vise.  Not pressure points, just pressure.  So, not quite really a headache, if it could end up as such.

Yes, still awake.  The videos, streaming through, new, old, very old, and some from... the beginning.  Before the big bang.  Well, of the localized sort.

Cream and eggs arrived.  And, I have a few things to do.  A shower was taken.  The house was closed up?  Well, the upstairs.  I never did open up down here, save the front door.  But this front room got down to 66, the rest of the house stayed around 72 (except upstairs, which was 68 until I shut it down).  Crazy.  This is more like mid-September or October weather.

To dinner.

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Heating the grill, again.  I had it on.  Forgot.  So, turned it off.  It was just too hot to cook on.  Back to it, this time... paying closer attention.  I'm not sure if I forgot to put a timer on, or just blew through the timer zone while lost in lady land.  Damn but women can... distract.  Oh, I know what you may think I am, but... you are so... very wrong.  That is just a means of hiding... from women.  Tricksters are good at illusion.  Funny thing is?  Women don't care.  See right through.  Dangerous little critters.

Anyway...  The grill was ready, so burgers went on.  What amazes me is, burgers done correctly?  No buns really needed.  Or anything else.  No fillers, no additives, nothing.  Though I may see if there are pickles around.  Maybe olives.  Both are keto too, by the way.  Still, I can, now, happily eat a few fried patties with nothing, and be very happy.  Mustard, olives, even lettuce on the side, might be nice from time to time.  Just... absolutely not needed.  A little salt, perhaps pepper, that's it.  Oh, but maybe cheese tonight.  All I have remaining is shredded cheddar.  Will be difficult to do right.  But... possible.  I like engineering challenges, even regarding food, baking, cooking.

It is down to 52 out there.  Not quite in the frigid zone.  The sky is clear, mostly.  The moon came out, is how I can tell.  When the storm went, it cooled further.  It may chill hard before long, or... not.  It is a delicious night, for high summer.  Though I have to wonder what winter might bring.  Shouldn't be thinking of that so early in the year, but no choice with as odd as weather has been.

Sleep and wonderful dreams.

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Mostly just chasing.  Women.  All night.  Well, and some catching.  I... can't get them off my mind.  Either you like them, or you don't.  Either you have tried, and at least succeeded at least enough to know, or you haven't.  If you ended up knowing, and liking, no matter what you try to tell yourself, they will always be a natural part of your... mind, psyche, needs, wants.  The other side of heaven.... and hell.

And, so it goes.  Dream after dream.  Some of women from my past, some of women I wanted but never got, some from women I am pretty sure wanted but it never happened, and some from some... nebulous future?  The scent, the feel, the chase... back and forth.

Love is so... difficult.  I think that is what eventually kills all men?  It sure tries.

Almost noon.

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I think this is about it.  The storm has cleared off, mostly, for now.  Though, usually, when storms, productive storms especially, begin passing through, they keep coming.  We'll see.  It is just at 70 out there.  Probably going to warm up quite a bit today?  Probably.  It is still high summer.

With the house closed up, down here, it is 70/73.  Rather than that feeling cold, after the last two or three days, that actually feels... not quite warm, but no longer cool, or cold.

I did remember to put the burger up, both the cooked and raw patties.  The burgers I had earlier were fantastic.  Simple, but really good.  I need to make homemade mayo, and more mustard.  Goes with those well.  Something about homemade, too.  At one time I would have looked down on homemade.  Now?  I am ashamed of my past.  But, I suppose, everyone has to go through stupid zones to get to better places.

With the right ingredients, these things are easy.  Not much special needed, for mustard.  Just seeds.  Vinegar can be as fancy or as simple as champagne to white.  But mayo absolutely requires homestead eggs.  Store bought eggs, at any price, don't work.  I am beginning to believe that half of what they do to storebought eggs is simply to make sure you can't make mayo at home, and other things most likely.  Crony bureaucracy, keep the plebes poor, and in their places, and at the store.  Force them to buy sugar laden, seed oil based, and worse foods.  Keeps the doctors and hospitals in loot.  Everything is rigged.

A bit of sleep.  Trying to sleep as late as possible.  Midnight... even two if at all possible.  Though, sometimes, I just can't push much.  I wake, and that's it.  Things to do tomorrow.  Maybe even tonight.  I do have food, so there is that.  Maybe tomato, keto pasta, and burger... for a pseudo "psaghetti"!  I'd love a real spaghetti dinner, but I just had pizza.  So, no.  But a one-off might do.  Or taco salad.  Depends on how much energy I have, how much I can do.  Taco salads are far easier.  But I... would prefer spaghetti.

I'd like to call my brother, but it's... a bit early.  Soon, in a few days... early next week.  Don't want to bother him, or my mother.  I'm trying to be careful, pace the calls.  I do my best.

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Got... lost... again.  An hour has past.  I need sleep.  On to it, I do believe.

Didn't go down.

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Burgers.  I fried three, then fried a lot of loose burger.  I have three uncooked patties for later.  I need to put things up.

Surprised I am still awake.  It's only 9:37.  But, yesterday was way off.  It's more like my system it trying to ignore yesterday and work as if nothing had bothered the schedule.  I have been awake a very long time, now, I think?  Though, too, I got a full sleep in there, early, and large.  So, there is that.  I think my system can handle something of a bump, currently.  Not always true, but this time.

Not feeling the best.

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A bit of an upset stomach.  Hungry, but... not really.  I want food, sustenance.  I just don't want to cook, clean to get to cooking, or even eat.  It's as if I had been drinking, even a day or two ago, and had a more negative reaction.  But that hasn't happened in ages.  The last few times I had beer, it was while out having a steak.  And was just one.  I think?  Gosh, been so long...

It's cool, still.  I keep wondering if it will get really cool.  But, so far, not really.  It is 54.  While that is cool, it isn't quite cold?  Into the mid 40s, and I'd start calling it cold.  It may hit that, if it keeps up with rain.  Though, maybe not.  If the moisture is from the south or west, it just won't.  Even, sometimes, this time of the year, the northern patterns won't bring cold, not always.

Crashed.

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Not sure when?  I closed up the house, went on to bed.  Could barely stand.  Between the days of work, getting out, putting the meat in the freezer, the weather, cool and dark, something just flipped off.  A breaker broke, tripped, whatnot.  Down I went.  I was grabbing at straws when closing up, hoping to delay what was seeming the inevitable.  No dice.

Was today (yesterday, by sleep cycle) the day I went to the store?  I... can't remember.  So wiped out, even now, memory is... a thing of the past.  Ouch.  Sleep was wonderful, gentle, long, embracing, and still with me.  Still dreaming of women though.  When one or three invade my privacy, stiffen... my resolve, get into my mind, dealing with that is... difficult.  Don't get off the boat!  But I have to go out, and usually it's okay.  It took... a number of them, to break through.  And a few of those actively.

I'm not saying I am handsome, or any such.  It has little to do with me, or them.  The puzzle pieces fit, and then a chemical thing happens.  If it happens on both ends, especially if neither of us really wants it, no matter how delicious it is, it just is what it is.  Watch squirrels, in mating season.  Same, same.  Bushy tails, a lot of running around, engorged... body parts, furtive eyes.  Delicious, but so... frustrating.  Ugh.

Ribs.

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Pork ribs.  They were done rightly.  Salted, peppered, with garlic and onion powder.  But... pork... just doesn't taste all that good straight up, on it's own.  Me, attempting to be a purist, have tried to have them just as written.  And... I can't.  Pork is a brutal meat to attempt to eat without gravy, or barbeque sauce, or... who knows what else.  But it cannot be eaten, even by me, just plain.  Even baked, cooked otherwise, or smoked to perfection.  Pork is too... something... to be eaten straight up.

I have canned baked beans.  Part of my prep.  I rarely eat those.  Bad enough being beans, but add in what else goes into baked beans, and it's not keto, is horrible for diabetics, people with poor other organs, and else.  Still, it's... a family favorite.  So, is a rare treat.  Besides, variety... there isn't a lot of choices.

Anyway, so I got that, and have some of the ribs cut and in that, soaking it in, and dispersing it's flavor in with the baked beans.  I am hoping that will cut that pork richness, or stink, or... whatever.  Harsh, straight pork.  Too much.  It used to be worse, pork has improved.  But it isn't... ever going to be beef, or even lamb.  If I want to eat it, I'll have to bend a knee, to some degree.  May have to see about keto barbeque sauces.  Pork is just too raw.

Still raining.  Crazy.  Just about lunch time.

Rain.

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Wow.  All morning.  Nearing noon, still raining.  I must be honest, I can't remember seeing it rain this much at one time since I have lived in this state.  I am sure it has.  Never in early August.  Winter, very possibly, is going to be a do over of last winter.  Though, things... could change, between now and then.

I went looking, and steaks are on sale again.  So, I ordered more.  Not a lot, just... a few more.  I'll be eating more steaks.  Nice.

A good morning, so far.

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Not getting to anything, mind you.  Exhausted.  Shopping and else, yesterday.  And three days of work before that.  Well, and after a month or three of being face down in the dirt.  Unable to function, pretty much at all.  So, yes, exhausted today.  But in the good way?  From some work or other, and interacting with women.

Nothing like seeing the reflection of attraction and terror in women within my age range, and yet still attractive.  Not literally my age, I suspect.  But within the range of interest.  And... a few of them, if my senses are as keen as I suggest, were viable.  Yes, that will... get my attention, and garner even more horror.  Thus be even more... attractive.  Life is crazy.  I love it, finally.

It was 53, first thing.  Is up to 56.  Not the sun, just... warmer air coming through with this portion of the storm.  Still stormy out there.  could easily rain more, or all day by the looks of it.  Or, maybe, just all break up and sneak off to wherever those things go.  I'm surprised it has stayed around for day.

Yesterday was rough.

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I stayed up to the afternoon, late afternoon.  At least 18:00 before finishing?  19:00?  I got a shower in, put up much of what had been washed, save  a few of those containers.  I want to get spices for those, hot spices.  Store them in airtight containers, of glass.  More fragile, but more lasting.  Get the spices out of the plastics.  Always plastics, we end up eating that.

Then to town, and to the store.  A lot of meat was purchased, at least twenty five packages, at two pounds per.  As well, a few other items.  They aren't doing larger salads, and are charging a lot more for what they are providing... probably triple the cost.  May have to attempt to put my own salads together.  Though, perhaps there is no saving to be had?

While at the store.  I saw them.  Attractive women.  No, not models, or glam girls, but the type I really like.  Next door girls, women really.  I... see one, once in a while.  I look, also, for flaws.  Keeps... interest at bay.  I work very diligently at keeping from getting an erection.  I am powerful, in these ways.

Finally!

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Nothing fancy.  Just finally got to a shower.  Which, at this point, isn't... a major thing.  I did three or four in a row, per day, then skipped one day.  But am back at it.  If you, or I really, go without showers or bathing or anything, for days, weeks... months?  Overdoing the return is to be expected.  The weird thing, as I mentioned, is that... the water wasn't nasty, I didn't smell bad, the filter didn't clog or even partially fill?  Anyway.

More, I have been planning a shower since I woke up, around 23:30?  Or so.  Just couldn't get it done.  Wasn't dishes in the way.  I knocked those out much earlier.  Almost as soon as I woke up.  I just... was having trouble doing anything else.  Still, done!

I checked the temp, at around 14:00.  It was still 68?  Crazy.  But with it warming, and nearing 70, I shut everything down.  Turned the ac on upstairs, but not down, or yet.  It has been a wonderful day.  Fresh air galore, pretty much from when I woke up.  I don't think I have seen a 68 degree day in high summer ever.  Certainly not for most of the day.  Perhaps for an hour, as a storm passes, at night.  But... not this.  Very peculiar.

A good waking?

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Yes, but not a working one, yet.  Mostly.  Well, I did do a few things to start the show.  Sassy was fed straight off.  I am waking later, as I am recovering the day... attempting it.  I made it to... 16:30?  Or so, give or take a quarter.  Awoke at 23:30?  Tried to sleep longer, my body just wasn't having it.  Up.

Then I reset the last of the dishes... the little grape embossed pseudo canning jars.  Don't think you can can in them, but they are airtight, glass, with flip-top lids.  I bought them for spices and herbs, to pull them out of plastic right away.  Two, it ended up, were broken.  But the lids were salvageable.  So, I did.  And, plastic lids for the various actual canning jars.  I have to use plastic because kefir, and some of the other things I make, are acidic, and would corrode metal, even stainless.  So...

I try to minimize plastics.  It's... toxic.  My microwave broke, I don't think I'll replace it.  Minimally, it does things to even good fats that you don't want to consume.  Mothers, in America, and around the world, honestly just don't give a rats ass.  They talk the talk, but at the end of the day, they shovel doritos and microwaved foods, or other carbs and sugars into their kids as fast as they can get them seated in front of a television or gaming console.

14:30

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Crashing, hard, fast.  I... had things on my to do list that just didn't get done.  I couldn't make it, couldn't remember, couldn't hold on.  Half the dishes were dried and put up.  The other half are still soaking, but in a rinse.  I did... three quarters, if you could two loads, with a wash and rinse.

No laundry started or needing dried.  Meat is thawing, should have plenty, tomorrow.  Or tonight, really.  Will check them, now, come to think of it.  If it is thawed, I don't want it out very long.  Hungry, very hungry.  I'll eat tonight.  Well, and the next few days.  Hungry.  If more in the mind than belly.

It is 88 out there.  Could get hotter, or not.  Some sort of weather system, or... phenomena, has moved in.  Hazy.  Still, 88 is warm enough to really be considered hot.  I haven't seen much hotter, but then I haven't been awake later in the afternoon, for a while.

Just a bit.

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The reverse osmosis system is back in place, as is the blender station.  Dishes were started, done, and are rinsing.  Hoping to finish those off, then get a shower.  I changed out water for Sassy, and have been feeding her.  I closed up the house, as it is about time.  Still staying 72/73 upstairs and down, all buttoned up, with the sun up and for a few hours.  All good.  Fans but no ac, yet.

Trying to push my days on through.  I made it to near noon yesterday.  If I can make it to eleven, that will be good.  I can't advance the day, every day, all the time.  But, if I can make it to 14:00, that would be better.

Ah, the first.  A few bills paid first thing.  A few orders places.  A few other things to do.  The first is both busy, and pleasant.  A minor joy, which is also a nuisance.  So goes life.

Yes, finish the dishes, take a shower, dry off well, drag through day a bit, then on to bed.  Sounds good to me.

Wow, a serious cooling.

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I was surprised when I looked up, and saw that inside the house was down to 67?  I had to check out there, see what the temp was.  It was 61 out there, but had rained.  I didn't hear.  Gaming, headphones... disconnected.  Though it may have been a quiet rain, that happens too.  My guess is it may have been a good deal cooler?  Well, and there was, and remains, wind.  Or strong breezes.

Pleased as punch, mind you.  It has been a while since I've had anything below 73.  And a long long time before that last time... perhaps a week or two ago, then a month?  Something.  And, to be honest, while 73 isn't bad, it really isn't good, definitely not great.  

Oh, remembered to go open up the upstairs.  It was at 70.  I'll be it will get much cooler.  Though, too, made hot cocoa coffee, sort of.  Need it, tonight.  My fingers aren't working as well, with the cool.  It's down to 71 near the computer.  All good.

Cool enough.

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It isn't even midnight.  The thermometer out there reads 68, but there is a really nice air movement, something between a breeze and a wind.  And it feels a lot cooler than the reading suggests.  Very nice.  So, I opened up the downstairs.  I'll get upstairs, before long.  Ac's will be off, fresh air in.  Nice.

I sorted the dishes which were drying.  I really like the new storage containers.  Not all glass, but the plastic is only on the lids.  The microwave died, I don't think I'll replace it?  It is handy, at times, I just don't trust the thing.  What it must do to fats is... spooky.  Then again, most people eat seed oils, so for them it doesn't matter.  

Though I wouldn't use the plastic lids even if I had a microwave.  And I certainly won't use plastic, or probably even glass, lids in the oven.  I think these are ovenproof.  I'll check again, but I think so.  Just don't take it from freezer to oven.  I... don't get some people.  Sure, once, maybe, if you are completely brainless.  But twice, three times, more?  I don't know what happened to this world?  Ah, drugs, most likely.

Crawled out... but up.

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Not sure when I went to bed, if I think slightly before or after noon.  It was 21:30 when I came downstairs, but I sorted a load of laundry first.  Still amazed at facial tissue, if I think it is kleenex brand, so there is that.  I use a lot of fac... kleenex.  Sometimes it gets stuffed in a pocket, and forgotten.

I check my pockets, when washing, but my mind must be on hard, metal, things, like keys or coin.  I'll have to adjust my senses?  Yes, I can retrain things to different sensitivities.  Anyway, when that comes out, it is like ribbons of cotton.  It doesn't dissolve, from washing or drying.  Though that may be a good thing.  It would be worse if it came out in tiny pieces, scattered everywhere.  I don't know how they design or manufacture that, but I must say, I am impressed.

I got the barrels pulled back from the street.  Trash barrel was left fallen, again, this week.  Unusual.  New driver, in a hurry or angry about something, or targeting certain people?  Last time I sort of got it.  The barrel had been loaded with light stuff, on the bottom, was off kilter.  Not... completely by me, from putting in the ac.  (Not a complaint, just a note)  This time?  No reason.  all the weight was lower, and it was more than half full, if it wasn't all that hefty.  Not sure.  A minor thing, though.  If that is all I have to complain about, I'll live with it.  Though, if it happens again, I will... make myself... apparent.  To the driver.  Watch him, a few times.  Minor annoyance, but usually soluble rather simply.

Not a bad run.

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Everything on even my most recent list, save putting more dishes in to soak.  I did finish the last load of laundry, even got it upstairs.  I finished rinsing, then drying, the last loads of dishes which were in.  And, then got a shower.  I... need a shower.  When one is inactive for months, then begins putting out some work... a shower goes from a want to a necessity.

Oh, well, and reset the r.o. device, getting it going, filling the water jars, then getting that system ready for future water needs.  Staying ahead of things is difficult.  Sometimes impossible.  Today, yesterday, and the day before, while somewhat miserable of flesh, from... losing weight, and the heat, plus other things?  Dunno, but, still, was able to get back to it.

I should make a list, for when I get to the store.  Cultured buttermilk, for making creme fraiche, more butter maybe, storebought milk for restarting kefir from previously frozen samples, salad especially if they have a family pack premade.  Oh, other things too.  And, of course, picking up the burger.  If I say a better sale, even if on 70 to 75 percent, I'll order more this month.  I wouldn't mind having a hundred pounds of burger in two pound packs, even more really.

Done, or very close.

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Did I get to it all?  I... can't be sure.  I did wash the dishes.  They are rinsing.  I may finish them.  I hope to, but it's both late and I am tired.  I did reset the laundry, the last batch for the night.  It ran through one fluff drying.  I am going to see if a single 20 to 30 minute run on low will finish those.  If not, I'll hit them again.

Want to get the dishes done, so as to take a shower before bed.  I've been sweating all evening.  In part from the warmth, humidity.  In part for my efforts.

I want the clothes dry, so as to take them on upstairs.  Perhaps to sort more when I wake this coming 'morning'.  I don't have as much to do, going forward, as for low hanging fruit.  Everything else, from now on, is... larger prey.  And, I am worn.

The chops were very good.  Done right, not too done, but definitely not raw.  A crunch on the exterior.  Nice.  As good as I can do with chops.  There were three left.  I salted them just a week, put them in a gallon ziplock, and put the blood sponges that came with the meat in with them, and between them.  But better cook them up quickly.  They were in very good condition though.  No funky odor or taste, no texture or touch anomalies.  Just like fresh.  Peas and corn made a nice side.

And, if I didn't mention it, trash and recycling were gathered, taken to the bins, and the bins taken to the curb for pickup.  Plus, I already bagged the indoor trash cans.

Really?  Not bad.  Not bad at all.  I am a bit worn.  Don't know what day it is.  Haven't really known what day it is for the last... while?  Oh, I look.  But I forget almost before I look away, it seems.  It says... Monday.  Monday?  I suppose, that is as good as any other day.

I checked outdoors.  Was surprised.  At a bit past eight, it was down to 65 out there.  Still, it will probably get hot soon.  There is a storm to the west, which kept the sun from popping out.  May still be doing so.  But won't for too long.  Perhaps something else will develop, or come through.  Or... not.  I just don't expect much relief.  Even the high 80s isn't... what I would call comfortable.

At least, with some cooling at night, sometimes, I can shut off the ac's and get fresh air.  I can only imagine what the electricity bill will be.  Last month it was around 60.  This month?  I have only been using ac this month.  Two of them.  Was using fans last month, and regular living.

Well... I'll... see what else can be done.  Got lost looking around youtube.  They must have unplugged history, because nothing is showing of any interest to me.  Assholes.

Never exactly as planned.

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I thought I would do the dishes, first.  Then hit the other things.  As it turns out, everything else, so far, first.  Laundry into the dryer, and stared.  A fluff dry.  Synthetics can be so darned particular... and shrink, and else.  Then this, and that.  Dinner is even going.

Trash and recycling have been collected, taken out, and then on to the curb.  Love having that stupid job done.  So often forget, or miss, or... you know.  Man, woman, or child, dealing with refuse is... a chore.  The price of living.

Blade chops.  Gotta cook these long, though not really high heat.  Garlic and onion powder, salt and pepper, and a pat of butter under them.  Five minutes on each side, then three minutes on each side.  These are thick, with heavy bones, three each, unlike chops the bones are on each end and one in the middle.  Gotta cook em', boy.  As well, I have corn and peas heating.  Love that stuff.

A wicked night.

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Earlier, I checked, when I first woke, it was 74 out.  Then, an hour later?  It was up to 76?  Right.  Then, it got down to 66, so I opened up.  When I took recycling to the curb, about an hour ago, it was up to 68?  The weather is being... peculiar.  It must be warm air masses, coming in, blowing through?  Not much of a breeze, or wind.  And it feels humid, hot, strangely.  Ugh.  This front room, at least near the computer, is 77.  Had to get up to check, but okay.  The main of this front room is 75, and the rest of the house is 73 (or cooler).  That measures the main room, the back rooms are usually a degree, to three, cooler.  Just the way the house is.  Upstairs?  Ac is still on.  Last I looked, it was 68 in the main, probably 71 to 73 near where I sleep.  Just... how that goes too.

Laundry should be ready.  Dishes too.  I cleared and cleaned the pee jug.  For whatever reason, I am going through one of those a night lately.  I didn't think I was drinking much, and I pee a lot.  Maybe... my body is just holding on to water more tightly than it seems?  Don't know.  Working on it.

Yes, I'll put the laundry over, get that drying.  Wash the dishes, then probably put them to a soak.  Then start the griddle, after checking the chops.  Yes.  I think so.  Hmm, and I need to get trash going, out, then to the curb.  I don't have a lot, but some.  I'll... sort that out.  Doing what I can.  Later.

A bit surprised.

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The short list?  Done, and a bit more.  Well, not all of the dishes put in, after the shower.  But a good start.  There was more, to be fair, than I had thought.  Two full dishpans.  Though, too, I was tired.  Did most of the gig in one straight shot.  Didn't want to set up any of the dishes to start, so doing most is good enough.  And, I had to clear and rinse the kefir jars, which was a bit of a chore on it's own.

Nice.  The laundry is dry, so I pulled that.  The other load, of course, isn't done because it wasn't started, or I wouldn't have been able to take a shower.  But, that is going now too.  It's an efficiency washer, though if that is supposed to save on water, electricity, or both, I'm not sure.  But I have my doubts as to whether it actually does either.  But, it does wash in such a way that the clothes last longer.  But are they as clean?  All sorts of doubts.  All "efficiency" seems to be a lie, at the best, criminal as a usual, and evil more often than either of those others.

Clean.  So very clean.  Three showers each day for the last three days.  Not, absolutely not, needed.  But wanted, and enjoyed.  It had been... a while... since the last shower, longer since the next one back, and so much further back the time before that I... almost forgot what those were about.  Boosted moral, cooled me down, made me feel like a king... for a few moments.

So warm!

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The coolest I could get the cave was between 74 and 75.  Just... too warm to find a way to hitch things up and get going.  So far.  I just checked outside, half an hour ago or so.  Down to 66.  While that isn't quite nice, it's better than in here.  Can I get that in here?  A bit, over a lot of time.  So, I opened it up.  Just... hoping for something better, so as to get to work.

I'll go looking for the last parts for the synthetics wash.  Just, there isn't much there, and should be more.  I have a few things on my mind.  A coffee, after?  I'd really like to fry some chops, if they are still good.  Oh, and maybe put ribs in the oven.  Those just won't do on the griddle.  Might on the smoker/grill, but I don't have charcoal.  The last time I looked, the price of good charcoal was out of my range, and the poundage had dropped.  What had been $15 or less for 30# was now $30 for #15.  No thank you.  I'll check again this payday.  Though, perhaps I can get some, and just use it rarely.

Oh, but I think I'll get a shower in first.  Well, collect what I want washed, get that set up, then take a shower.  And, finally, start that.  Reset the dryer, for the load that is in there.  Trying to get this, and that, and those things done, in an orderly and ongoing process, is a bit of a trick.  But, lately, I have been doing better at it.  Would like to keep it up, even if my eyelids are sweating.  Just a bit hotter than I can easily manage.

Already at it.

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Not as planned, hoped, for a first thing.  Mostly.  I had planned on working upstairs, doing laundry... separating, folding, putting away.  Then a shower.  Then... other things.  But, when I woke, my toenails... hurt?  In part from dreaming about it.  Like they had become creepy... which they had.  But, too, I was uncomfortable with them through the night, awake and in dreams, or... so it seemed as I woke.

I had a burning desire to get those clipped.  But, too, fear.  The clippers I need to cut those things are... powerful.  If they were wide enough to go around a whole digit, they could take it off.  And, my vision isn't great, and I can get shaky... from nerves, or applying that much pressure in a small device.  Trimming is a frightful thing.

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Waiting on laundry to dry.  I did put another load in, I think I mentioned.  So it will have to go in the dryer.  I just won't wait for it.  I will have to remember to check in when I wake.  But I plan to do one last load before I am finished with laundry for a bit.

The dishes were completed, dried, and are out air drying.  I really thought about starting more dishes, but I want a shower first thing.  So, no.  But, I will start a next load of dishes sometimes early in what passes for my day.  Reset the dryer for a finishing spin while starting a final load.  Oh, and trash out.

I found trash bags upstairs, the last of the lot.  Not happy with how many of those which are being stolen.  Will have to order more.  Still, the trash bins have been bagged, so trash collecting has been happening.  I'll need to get trash and recycling out.  Recycling is full, so that is that.  But there is plenty of room in the trash barrel.

It's supposed to get up to a hundred or more today.  But only be in the high 80s the following few days, or so a bird chirped.  Still, that's all hot.  Oh, but there might be a wet storm coming through.  We'll see.  It's bedtime.  I have been a very good boy, I shall dream very good dreams.  Someone's been... flirting.  I think I hit a nerve.  Her?  One of hers, if I... suspect I know.  I may play the fine videos later.  I... like women.  Mostly.

Uncertainty.

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Oh, and it remains.  Every time I think I am done, I do a bit more.  So far, I have put the last load in the dryer, and it is timing down.  The batch before it is in the basket, save three towels I pulled out, folded, and put away.  Well, and a t-shirt and pair of shorts I pulled to change into.

Before that, I did clear the freezertop, and cleaned in.  To the shine, as they say.  I really thought I might be done, took a bit of a break.  But, no, I... could get a shower in.  And, after, set up dishes for a rinse.  Can I get those, before going to bed?  Maybe.

The hope is the put the now last load of wash into the dryer, after making sure the load before it is dry.  Then getting those upstairs as I go.  As well, to do the dishes.  I don't think I'll set any more dishes up.  That would just be a touch too much.  First I'd have to pull them out of boxes, and whatever packaging, then get them in.  One is broken, of a set of twelve or twenty, noticed that right off.  Not worth sending back.  I can take a small hit.  Lord knows they do.  I just won't be that one.

Confused.

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Sorting out Dark Souls 3.  Trying to decide whether to keep trying, on some bosses.  Or to just go on and attempt to at least complete one of the two dlc game portions.  I can't seem to quite get it sorted out.  I just can't pull it together, advance, or go back... I just am not thinking well.

I am doing bits and pieces, through the night.  If even work is confusing.  One load of laundry should be done shortly.  The last will be put in, the last for the night, and finished drying yet tonight.  And, those will be taken up.  As well, I will be doing more work on that which is already up there.

One little goal is to find shirts with stains, on the front, and only wear those at home.  And, to find shirts without stains (or tears, holes, or too worn), separate those into their own (for going out) group.  And, if I don't have any good shirts anymore, replace some of them, add the really bad ones to the rag bag, and begin again.

Bits and pieces.

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Digging through the night.  A little here, there, next.  Breaks as needed, which is often.  But doing better than yesterday, which I think was better than the day before.

Laundry was set to a final spin, then folded and put up, along with other towels that were already folded but waiting in there.  A pee jug was washed out.  I now have a fresh one upstairs, and four clean ones down here.  I let them soak in the bleach for a while.  All are probably ready, save that one.

Then I cleaned the toilet.  It's... been a while.  I haven't been active, or well.  Cooler, than the option that was usual, from years past.  But still not exactly pleasant.  It's a hot world.  Hot is difficult.  Cooler is just that, but only that.  It's down to 66.  I'm not going to open it up for that.  If it gets to 60, by midnight, I bother with it.  If not, I just don't.  Probably.