Years.

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While waiting to hear back, about whether to expect a visit this afternoon or evening, I went in and laid down on my couch.  Grabbed a seat cushion pillow and a blanket I keep down here.  For chilly mornings, and winter.  I arranged all and tucked in.  Tried to get Sassy to come up and nap with me, but she was having none of it.

If... it's a new situation, she just won't... do whatever.  Until, or unless, she becomes used to it on her own, in her time.  Which is fine with me.  Other than picking her up, some rare times, I don't bother her too much.  Sometimes she fusses about that, sometimes no.  But she doesn't get mean.

That may be it.

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I vacuumed again.  Then moved the furniture and got the other vacuum down.  It has much finer control, gets the smaller bits a bit better, mostly.  And it handles like a sports car rather than a dumptruck.  Then I vacuumed with the house vac, moved the furniture back, and pretty much called that good.

I haven't worked in the electronic corner, or the table, or end table type drawer... thing.  Or much else.  Still, it's a good deal of work done today.  Ribs are hurting.  Too tired to do more.  I am calling it a day.

More and more.

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Not at a great clip.  Though not at a terribly slow pace either.  The couch, coffee table, and a side table were cleared and moved so as to vacuum under.  A rough vacuum.  I may be getting the other vacuum cleaner down shortly.  I just went upstairs, but... wasn't thinking about that.  TWO trips up the stairs.  Yes, I am getting tired.

Oh, well, and while clearing those I got pretty much everything else out?  Well, no.  I have a table and table stand to clear. and one corner of stuff, near the television, to sort.  Still, a very nice lot of work done.  In two distinct batches.  I am having to take breaks every few hours to half hour, depending on just how much was involved with the work.  Light stuff?  I can go a bit to a lot longer.  The heavy stuff gets to me pretty quickly.

Just the living room.

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So far.  I have moved 95% of the stuff in there, out.  Boxes of stuff that is.  I vacuumed about a third to half the floor.  Quite a little bit of work, to be honest.  And I am wearing out.  I probably won't be able to keep up the pace to date.  But I should be able to do bits and parts along the way.

I am hoping to get everything else out of the living room.  Vacuum the areas I already hit, again.  Move furniture, vacuum under those areas, then put things back, or... rearrange as I would like.  If I can get that done, then all I really feel the great need to do after that is to clean the floors in the kitchen and this front room.

Up, and well?

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Oh, well, a few aches and grumps.  But... good, really.  I have felt this bad from days, weeks, months, of doing nothing.  Fact, I have felt worse after some of those times, or in the middle of nothingness.  So, I'm... good.  Very good.

It's cool in here, if already up to 77, if that was an hour ago.  Seems to be warming quickly, today.  Outside.  It is hitting 70 in this front room.  Up from 66.  If the main is staying at 70, so far.  It'll be a warm one, I think.  This next week or two will begin seeing just how potent my new "house trim" settings work.  If I have to, I'll put the ac's in, and turn them up.

Oh, that was pretty good.

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At first I wasn't sure.  It smelled... strange.  But, there was stuff in the oven.  I... need to clean that.  I have so much else to do, that won't be first on my list.  Especially since baking will be a rare thing for a goodly bit.  Still, it's... definitely on the list.  That might have been the problem.  Or... the off odor.

As for flavor?  Texture?  It reminded me of a pancake.  Say one that was sweetened, so that no syrup was needed.  But they were very good.  I make a seven by five?  Or so, casserole dish of it.  It cut into six parts, but I ended up eating them all.  Was hungry.  Still am, that isn't very much food.

I found the recipe.

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While late, I decided to go for it.  Five (or six) eggs, eight ounces of cream cheese, a bit of vanilla, a pinch of salt (my add), allulose and my other sweetener.  Just a touch of those.  Blend, butter the backing dish, and in at 350 for 25 to 40 minutes.

Not bad, not everything.

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I cleared space, and straightened up, the spare bedroom.  Only to shove half a dozen more boxes in there.  Still, yea.  It had to go somewhere.  I just can't go through it all right now.  Though, while packing and moving, I am pulling trash, empty boxes, or making boxes empty by filling part empty boxes with other partially empty boxes.

I am surprised how much I could get done, did open up, in there.  Making holes is making a mess, and exposing a mess.  But... it's... a start.

A bit more.

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I had wanted to cook.  Something.  A cheesecake, carnivore.  A custard?  I just couldn't make up my mind.  Didn't want to fry anything.  Just... no.  Not even that I'm not hungry, though I'm not.  I suppose I simply didn't want to waste the time trying to make something.  I did look at various recipes.  I must have lost one.  I may look on my blog, see if I can find something.  I am sure there was something easier.  I'll... look.  Though it's probably too late tonight.

I did get the dust pile, in the kitchen, up and tossed.  I also cleaned the waterline ring in my toilet, right to the shine.  I finished a half dozen boxes in this front room.  Sorted a few others.  Paring, tossing, sorting, as I went.  Which required sweeping again, up here.  Oh, and moved my desk a bit, and swept under it too.

Very good.

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I have been working pretty steady.  Sorting, tossing, packing away, sweeping, moving things and sweeping more.  I have done a lot of work today.  And yet there is so much more to go!  I'm not sure just how much I will honestly be able to finish.  I will have the path cleared.  I probably do have the path cleared.  For a simple through.  Mostly.  But I'll open things just a bit more. to make absolutely sure.

However, I want to clean, too.  And move boxes in to where I can sort them more easily.  I keep wanting to clean, before everything gets moved.  That isn't the most... efficient way to go.  However, there is a limit to how much heavier physical work I can do over time.  I need lighter work, after wearing myself out.  So it... might sort of be required.

Not bad.

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Oh, not... complete.  Though I did something else, as well as got a good start on the efforts.  I cleaned the sink and toilet, and around the base of the toilet.  Yeah.  Guys... aren't... always good at keeping on top of those things.  And... probably need more effort in that zone as well?  There is still a bit of a ring around the toilet bowl.  Working on that, over time.  I'll get it back to trim.

Then I started doing some work in this front room.  I've cleared... a third of what remained after clearing... a fifth sometime back?  It's... almost beginning to look like a room.  While a third of the floor space is cleared, it's really more, since some things are simply scattered.  Stacked, I could probably put everything into a fifth of the space, not even including the two desks.  Though... the desks need to be cleared too, a bit.

Awake before the ten alarm.

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Beating it by an half hour isn't an all out win.  Really tried to be up in the eighth hour.  Simply ran out of snoozes and time.  I did try.  I used all but the last one.  Surrendering that to the morrow.  Or some other day.  But... I do keep trying.  I'll... get it.  I do need to go to bed earlier.

The last few days I ended up either doing something too late into the day, or intending that.  As well, I have worked three days in a row.  Some of it heavier.  Yesterday wasn't technically heavy?  But, for me, it's about as much as I can usually do.  But came a day after much heavier (for me) work, and a day before that, again, of my usual maximum.  So... yeah.  Falling to sleep, after working even into the later afternoon is difficult for me.  It takes me a while to come down.

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I... wanted to see.

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I didn't need to test blood sugars again.  But... I wanted to see the number, to reinforce why not to eat out.  It (almost) always bunts blood sugar from... wherever it is up to the three hundred to four hundred range.  Which really does make me unhappy.  So... I checked.  Not only was it, of course, not in that upper range, but it came down further.  At 111, that is the lowest, I think, that it has been since I have been heading into carnivore.

So happy I didn't give in to my cravings.  I skipped fruit, for the same reason I skipped a burger and fries, pizza, or else.  Just having some cottage cheese and another fatted coffee.  I do like those.  I do.  The cravings?  I knew those would happen, after eating 'junk' food for three months.

Trying to eat more ribeye, more fatted coffee, and filling up on water beyond.  The cravings aren't a problem, here at home.  It's mostly when I leave, go to town.  Something... just... switches.  I suppose it's because, while starving at home, when I would get out I would eat out.  A bit of a link between the two was created.

Maybe only one if four, this week, or the last two weeks?  But I did resist this time.  One at a time.  This time... is good.  Will see if success leads to success, and I begin being more able.  I do have another week, where carbs are slightly tolerated.  Still, I'd... like to start tapping the breaks early.  In hopes of sorting this out before, rather than after.

You do realize humans are the only mammal on the planet that is confused about what to eat?  And how much?  So much for a big brained apex predator!  :)   Or... success lead to our failure?  Since we can eat it all, we do?  :p  Bleh.  Still, not today.  And the toilet works.  The tank fills quickly.  And I think I have the leak managed.  Will check in the morning.

No cleaning.  I just... wore myself on the plumbing work and trip to town.  There is tomorrow.  Goodnight.

Bah!

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I... had to look.  More information, on the toilet.  So, after looking, I went to tinker.  And, in tinkering?  Broke, the water outlet from the failed(ing) gasket.  Yes, there is plastic in that assembly, easily broken apparently.  I was trying to take it off, without disassembling the whole thing.  Didn't... go to plan.

Fine.  But I didn't want to go a week without a fully functioning toilet.  So I got in and to town, to the h.w. store.  They only had a cheap pseudo replacement.  At least it was actually cheap.  No gouging on inferior... well... more than is to be expected.

Hmm... a bit more?

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Not filling.  Or... well.  Not overflowing though either?  I'll check the fill level, but I don't think that is it.  I think it is just not filling very quickly, so just keeps running.  There is an internal valve, which probably needs to be replaced.  Though, as mentioned, for now I am going with just replacing the whole thing.  As... there could be problems in various areas that can't easily be fixed.  Or fixed at all.

I'll look it over, after reviewing more materials.  It's... just a matter of tinkering.  And, maybe, knowing there is nothing to be done.  It does get enough water to flush, over an half hour to hour.  So... for now... that might be as good as it gets.

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Was about to begin in on things when...

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Coffee and the remainder of the steak from last night.  A few bits and pieces, as I... got going.  Little things, in the way, or soon to be, or so it was believed.  Take care of the little stupid things before trying to bull through, isn't it?  Then to the bathroom, typical duty.  Flush.  Hmm.  Flush, flush?  No flush.

No water in the tank.  Hmm... Beginning the troubleshooting process.  First, to figure out which way the handle turns, to turn off the water.  Is it on?  Is there water flowing to it?  Hmm...  I finally sorted out how to turn it off.  Then disconnected the hose from the tank.  Checked the water flow, through the hose.  That works.  So... it's the check?  Okay.

Awake!

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Excited, a bit, for two causes.  First, I was awake before nine, having gone to bed a bit after midnight.  And, while that is not unusual in itself, given the excursions and efforts of yesterday, that is very very good.  For me.  And, second, I am awake.  But not just awake.  I... feel pretty good.  Would like to get coffee, and maybe something to eat, in.  Then get to work.

I think I can work, today.  I... almost feel good?  The body is ever so slightly tight?  It knows it walked, and lifted, and pushed some things.  It knows it was up a long day.  But it's... like it used to be, before falling ill.  Just... a bit off the top, not eaten, of possibles resources, down to the dregs.  I'm... good.  I really think so?  Yes.

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A bit of a miracle day.

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No time to write.  Until now.

I was up... I think I wrote about my morning.  I did get a shower in.  Then got dressed and out.  I went to the office of one of my doctors, obtained an order, for bloodwork.  Then did a bit of shopping there.  Then went to costco for a bit more shopping.  Filled the tank.  And?  Something else, that first run.

Not as early as hoped.

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I set the alarm for four and six.  I gave the four two or three snoozes, hoping I could wake.  Realized that wouldn't happen, so turned it off.  The six alarm offered more hope.  I turned it off, thinking I was awake, a few snooze bars in.  Here it is, almost nine, and I am just rolling out.  I pushed that too hard.

Oh, and I feel a bit warm.  The problem with eating carbs is that they do heat the body, or at least mine.  Annoying.  I will finish that last three quarters of the last sandwich today.  A bit this morning, a bit later.  It's... there.  I paid for it.  Pretty expensive, these days.

I... cheated again.

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I suspected I would.  Before leaving for town.  So I ate steak, the last third of the sirloin.  Which means I had two thirds of a pretty hefty sirloin, through the day, and two large fatted coffees, maybe three?  Trying to keep from... doing what I did, suspected I would do, intended to do.

Jimmy Johns.  Better than the others?  I doubt it.  But that was the goal.  Two foot long's.  One with two meats, one with every meat they have.  I liked it, but didn't crave it, while eating it?

Not all that was hoped.

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Would you believe it was too cool?  I... don't know how long into the morning I made it, maybe eleven?  Then I simply clocked out.  Couldn't do much up to then, either.  I got coffee in, medicine, and a third of the sirloin.  Then I absolutely crashed.  I went up for a quick nap, not waking until... 15:00?  Give or take an half hour.

Then, after an hour or two, I finally did get a shower taken.  With plans on getting to a doctor's office for a bit of business, to the bank, to order the refrigerator, and was hoping to stop at costco.  I... only got the middle two of those things done.

Up, if a bit late.

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Around six thirty when I rolled out, give or take a decade.  It is 78 upstairs, near where I sleep.  If I could get venting for the attic, that would fix that.  But I... at the moment, don't mind.  Downstairs is 67/66, cooler up front, probably even cooler in the kitchen.  Outside is why, which surprised me.  It is only 44 out there?  On July 2nd?  Okay.  But... yes, cooler.  Maybe not freakishly cooler?  Though... maybe.  Well, that it rained yesterday, to my notion, at this time of year, is freakish.

Cold, but I am... almost... beginning to adjust.  Not to the cold, or the heat, but both at once.  I can adjust to almost anything.  I just... need some time.  I am one of "those" people?  Or... something.  Not absolutely convinced I am a people, but there is no legit app for that.  :p

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Just a touch more.

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Unpacking the small refrigerator was far easier than anticipated.  I expected to have to wrestle with strapping, then heavy duty staples, and who knows what else.  Nope!  Just cut the nylon spanning straps, the top lifted off (as I was beginning to dismantle it) and... done.  I did have to unwrap it, and take off a few corner protectors.

But, really?  They thought the packing through, and made it simple enough for a cave man.  I should know!  I had already spent an half hour clearing a space for it, and sweeping the floor where it would go.  It was just a matter of moving the thing.

Not a lot.

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So far?  The dorm refrigerator did get landed on my stoop.  Very surprised.  Ordered it Friday, wasn't listed as being delivered until the third to the fifth.  But... often later.  Two business days ain't bad, if over the weekend and they work weekends.  Even deliver fed.  They can be a bit more hit or miss than ups, or that used to be the case.

With the price of fuel, and everything wonky, probably never to return, on top of inflation and D.C.'s seeming war with the world?  I'm... almost surprised anything is moving, available, and more.  It's... coming to an end, almost no matter how things go, near or far.  For now, I just... am thankful for another day without nukes flying.  Yea, we are nearing there.  The globalists would rather rule an ashtray than surrender, renegotiate, realize all they have is nukes, and that won't matter to those they have already bombed or else into the stoneage.  No, it's not Biden.  He's doing good to scribble his coloring books, and stay in the lines, at this point.  I'd like to see his signature, compared to what it really was, when he signs things into law.  Or... does he just have a stamp?  Or does Jill use the stamp?

Burgers.

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Fried well.  Done, but not to terrible dryness.  I couldn't finish them.  I ate what I could though.  No need for bitters?  Well, I might have some, shortly, just to... clear that up a hair.  Or... make sure it doesn't come back to get me?  It wasn't... all that good, tasty.  But it was good enough.  And provided a nice dose of leaner protein.

Oh, last night?  I did remove the specialist grade dressing, as I may have written.  Initially just covering the wound with ointment, gauze, and a larger border dressing, with some breathability.  But, that... didn't work well.  My leg, the wound, was simply killing me.

Looks like the storm is sticking around.

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It isn't active.  No rain, or thunder for that matter.  But the clouds are thick and staying, for now.  Could go away in an hour, if that's the way it will go.  Or may stay for days.  I'll know soon enough.  Pleasant, though.  Cold?  Well, yes.  It's 72 in this front room.  And humidity is up.  But I'll take that, after the last few days.  It looks like ac use will be stalled a little longer.  Yes, I am stalling.  But, too, eating carnivore has vanquished the need in even the recent conditions.

The griddle is heating.  I checked the burger.  It is good.  So I set up to half pounders.  The rest I bagged.  Hoping that works well.  And, I was thinking about throwing the old steak out.  But, examined it too.  No, I think it is good enough even yet.  I may have that, instead of the sirloin, later.  While it is far richer, fattier, it is far smaller.  Not even an inch thick.  So I'll have to be careful while cooking it.

A reasonable awakening.

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Not as early as I would have liked?  That nap like thing first, then up three hours before finally getting to bed, upset that applecart.  Still.  Up at 5:30.

Trash and recycling gathered and out.  Well, and I checked out there first.  It's down to 58, but rained sometime during the night.  I didn't hear a thing.  It may have been soft.  Or, maybe not.  It left a reasonable amount of wetness around.  So either it hit hard, or sprinkled much of the night?  I just don't know, no way to tell.

About to drop again.

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At 22:24, a three hour wakeful nap?  An inverse nap?  It's nearing time to go on back to sleep.  I would have been to bed earlier, but I forgot to add a couple of cans of water and a double shot of electrolytes.  I got the fatted coffee down, but just.  Did I need it?  Hard to tell, when just coming to, or back to, carnivore.  It takes a while to get the rope jumping down on the gig.

Anyway, it was filling.  Which... I made me need for it to pass a bit so I could add water.  Then I... sort of forgot.  Until I realized I was so tired I could drop.  Then put it back on the program, and am getting it in.

I did get to bed.

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At 17:00, give or take five, if probably to the earlier side.  Here it is, 19:34 and here I sit.  Too hot, but the effects were the problem, not the general condition.  My eyes are dry as sandpaper.  As well, the wound had dried up, consumed all the collagen fluids and materials I had put in, as well as sealing tighter and tighter on my leg until it became the equivalent of a... skin-based tourniquet?  Something.

Oh, that was annoying me harshly.  The wound the worst.  I pulled the bandage, then put on a 6x6, that is supposed to breath, just adding a dab of standard triple anti-biotic or the other ointment, and 2x2 gauze for simple padding.  Tried to get back to sleep, but that area on my leg was killing me.

Warm upstairs?

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Most likely in the low 80s.  So far that hasn't been too difficult for me.  With a fan going.  Yes, it's about bedtime.  Nearing 17:00.  By the time I get up there, lay down, and tuck in, it'll be that time, maybe ten after.

I'll feed Sassy a final meal before going to sleep.  I haven't been letting her come up.  I do for a while, until she starts gagging to wake me up.  She gets plenty of food.  She just... acts up sometimes.  So, she gets grounded to the downstairs for a few days to a week.  Then gets a few days up.  I try to keep it at that, or she'll take advantage of it.

Honestly?

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A beautiful day.  Amazingly so.

I stepped out just now, to check the outdoor temperature.  92.  Indoors, down here, it is 76 in the main portion, a little cooler in the kitchen, 81 up here, with the computer, me, and the fan.  No ac running.  Three fans, two down here, front and back, and one upstairs.  And?  Windows open in the back areas.  This house is... different.  If you close it up, then it will get hotter.

Someone is flirting?

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Watching me climb out of the grave, again?  Enjoying the show?  And more.

I really have to think so.

Coffee and steak.

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Food is good.  Coffee is still part of it.  Is coffee good for you?  Some say no, some say yes, others believe it is a religious thing while drinking regular soda?  No.  So, for me, if I were to vote it in or out, it would be based on health.  What I have seen is that... it is debatable.  Which... most likely means it could very well be good for some people, but not others.

As it stands, consensus is deemed more important than truth.  Neither side of the debate cares if the other side might have the truth of it, for some subsection of population.  It's... all or nothing.  "I win".  Right or wrong.  So... I don't worry about what they think.

Hmm? Up a bit late.

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Well, after tending coffee, feed Sassy, changing her water, and dressing at least for around the house, then looking over some things this morning, it's 5:09 as I write.  By my watch, 5:11 by the computer.  :p  Bleh.

It was 78 upstairs, near me, when I got up, 72 in the main area of my home, and now anyway is 74 up front.  Outside was 51/52.  though it may cool a goodly bit with the front door open a crack now.  I close that as I go to bed these days.  So this front room gets just a bit warmer.  That... with it being in the low 90s, perhaps mid 90s, yesterday.  Not bad.  I may finally have figured a few things out.  Though, how long I will be able to keep it cooler is difficult to know.  And, this front room does get up to the low 80s by mid to later afternoon.  But, for now, that is easily tolerable.  I would never have believed I could handle that so well.