.
Not absolutely sure why. Neck is out of kilter. The bones,
really. As if gravel is in there. A bit of a headache. Fair
enough. I've not been suffering physically for a while. In other
ways, but I haven't hurt. So, it's... good to get a little of that
back. Just... to remember? Something.
I set the laundry in the dryer to a final spin. And put a load in the
wash. As well, I have things ready to go upstairs, be sorted, and be put
up. I think I can. I am trying to go slow enough to not be
overwhelmed, yet fast enough to not fall behind, or completely off.
These two loads are all for today, plus what is going up. After I wort
what goes up, I will find what can come down to be wash, put that in the
queue, and set up a load to start tomorrow. Two loads, if I am
successful in putting up what I have ready and what else will be ready yet
today. Nothing fancy. Trying to make life better, right,
good. A start.
As well, I am hoping to hit boxes. A few sessions of that, anyway.
Clearing, breaking down, stacking, and maybe getting those out to the
Xterra. That back hatch holds a lot. Add in the back seat, and...
there... is a lot of space. Would be nice to get that out.
It's been forty four to forty six outside, at night, for the last... few weeks
or so. I've been running the furnace from 68 to 75, depending on the day
and how I am doing. Some days my body just runs cold. Being warm
is... so much better. While I can't do much more, necerssarily, I don't
suffer. I can get cold enough my fingernails hurt. Yeah, I don't
like that. So, I... dress, turn up the furnace, have something warm to
eat, or drink, do what I can. Shower, when I can.
Not a perfect life. Living in a sty, as is. But... I... can... do
some things.
Painpills, waterpills, minerals, vitamins B D and K, with a slug of
coffee. Some of those are horse pills. Bleh. But... they...
go down, in two groups. Mostly. Sometimes it feels like they are
stuck, if I am sure that they aren't? The feeling, though, it
horrible. Can't drink enough to get the sense to go. Not sure...
what that is.
About time for a shower. After I feed Sassy, again. Then an hour
after that? Maybe, probably. Clean clothes are ready. What I
am wearing will go in the pile. Actually, I put my pajamas in the wash,
and pulled fresher dirty clothes out, as what was washing would take what I
was wearing, but not what I am wearing. Hush. It makes sense,
mostly, probably.
Some laundry was even folded this morning. Towels. I need to get
those into the bathroom though, before they go stale. Ugh.
Weight is the same today as yesterday. Not... sure what that is.
Still, it's even one hundred pounds less than when I started. I'm still
fat though. I still need another... twenty, thirty, pounds off?
Though, as I suggested, I don't think diet will get that last few pounds
off. I think it will require exercise.
Oh, I know. Some of the folk suggest that they didn't do any
exercise. And, probably, they didn't. What they did do, however,
is... go to work, clean their house, take care of ther spouse to some degree,
or cuddle partner, etc. I... don't... do anything. Mostly.
Sit. It's... what I can do, about all I can do.
I would like to try to get walking in. I'm just a bit afraid to be
out. Some locals like me, or tolerate me, or such. Some...
don't. I do fear to go out, on foot. And, while the really locals
have some mixed notions, the people in the college down down the spot truly
hate. So... there... isn't a place I'd trust to do this sport.
Paranoid? You did a few times. You'll gain a much more serious
appreciation. Have medical try to let you die, for generations... to
understand hatred is industrialized, mechanical, institutionalized. From
the Navy to churches, to... pick one. They know who you are, and many of
them hate you. Not always for the reasons you might think, though for
some you should know... but probably think aren't possible... in YOUR
country. It's... not your country anymore.
Hmm? Oh, right... just... thinking out loud. Later.
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