Nice run.

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Almost passed out though.

I went and got slacks, and some other synthetics, out of the dryer, and the woolens into the dryer.  On fluff.  Have to run it a few times, but so be it.  I'll add just a touch of heat if I have to run it three times.  Which... I will.  Then put a load of synthetics into the wash.  The final load, I think.  Well, of synthetics.  I think I might be able to pull a load of coloreds together, tomorrow, or next time I decide to wash.  Small, but... yeah.

Then I got the custard going.  Had to wash a few things, or really, rinse and dry.  Five eggs, two cups of cream, two cups of water, cinnamon, (no vanilla, but that was intended), allulose, and a few drops of liquid sweetener (cut that in half this time).  Whipped and whipped and whipped.  Every time I would add something, after a solid first beating, I'd do more.  I like it very well mixed, but not quite truly fluffed.  Just... well blended.

Then into the form, into the pot of water, into the oven.  Had to search for the pot of water though.  Ah!  It was still in the oven.  Fine.  I put the form in, checking water level carefully.  Needed a quart more.  Could have used another cup or two, but I wasn't going to push it.

Then I put the dishes I had dirtied into the wash.  Had to make room, first.  There was one dishpan with only three things in.  So I pulled those, emptied, dried, and set out to air dry.  THEN got the dishes in.  But I was nearly ready to pass out.  I was... out of breath, my ribs hurt like heck, and I... was loosing my feet.  I sat down, here, hoping that would be enough.

Had to get up, right away.  Had forgotten to set a timer.  Set.  Then, sitting, writing.  I think I'll make it.  The sweats set in, something fierce.  Along with catching my breath, and leaning to find a way to unlock my rib muscles, which seem... stuck... hurting.  Bah!

A good shot though, man.  Very good shot.  I've only had a bit of coffee.  Just can't drink much.  Might go on up and get one of the last two carbonated waters.  Those are... so very good.  To me.

Left before another, hopefully just, nap?  Two dryer runs, for the woolens, then a transfer from the wash to the dryer for the last of the synthetics.  I may dry the dishes which are still soaking.  If I can.  Oh, and hopefully, for being a good boy, some of the custard when it is ready.  I usually turn it off at thirty five minutes, let it cool in the oven, in the bain-marie, for fifteen minutes, then pull it from the waterbath and let it cool outside for another fifteen minutes.  Cooking it at 380 F (this time, 375 last time... checking some... things).  Works very well, at 4,500ish altitude.  Would go with 350 F at flatland.  Though... humidity might play a part.  It's... usually... pretty dry here... 36% currently.  But that is with water from the bain-marie in the air... and having done a lot of laundry and dishes.  So...  Still...  Thoughts.

Nope!  Way too wet for that, this time.  I wait until it is... just jiggly in the middle.  This time it is still liquid, pretty much edge to edge.  Wetter this time?  Probably, humiditywise.  Maybe by a lot, with all the wet work going on.  So... another twenty.  Then I'll check it.  Didn't I do that last time, too, though?  I think I did.  No you didn't.  I'm pretty sure you did.  Okay, probably.  :p

Breath is almost returning.  Ugh.

Oh, looking for a new game to play.  I tried one, a Japanese rpg.  Nah, even they have groids in them these days.  Thankfully it was just a demo.  Fried it before it finished with the opening scene.  *flush*  I'll have to keep looking.  It's sad that Japan is still taking one for the gipper, swallowing hard and deep for ol' Uncle Sam.  Who wishes to pervert his own people, destroy us.  Oh well.  I guess, as long as they don't have to take the fuzz heads in, they don't care.  Their turn is coming, though.  Satan and his ilk never forget a... good deed.

Bah!  Later.