Breakfast was good.

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Fatted coffee is just... one of those things.  I took the mix, added water to the beans, beef, and tomato, making more of a soup.  Adding a bunch of sour cream when ready.  Fat, I think, will... moderate the beans/carbs.  To some degree, fat is your very seriously good friend when wanting a few carbs.  And higher protein.  It's more a ratio than raw numbers.  You want higher fat than anything, then maybe twenty percent protein.  If adding carbs, lower the protein and raise the fats.  Works for me.

I might be dying, but... I should have been dead thirty five to forty years ago.  I only beat the odds by ignoring the doctors' advise on nutrition.  And, eventually cigarettes.  Before they were against those, they were for them.  Never forget.  Only when it became political, and they thought they could get tons of money from the government, by electing leftists, did they attack tobacco for being capitalist.  Not for being unhealthy.  They want you sick, and some... many of us... dead.  They don't care about your health.  Don't even go there, after the vaxxes, any of them.  Or the lethal "treatments" for "covid".

Dishes, the pot, and pan (to heat the tortillas) are all soaking.  To be honest, in a heavy, thick, stainless pan?  A big 12" one?  It heats tortillas as well, or better than, cast iron.  I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't used it.  Didn't have any cast clean and ready, so... used what I had.  And it really worked well.  Cast is probably next best, but too, is cheap as dirt.  If heavy as... well... weights.  Then again, the 12" triple ply stainless isn't exactly light.  Just compared to a cast pan of similar size.

I did do a thing or two.  Small thing or two.  Not memorable enough, I guess.  But so full, too.  I ate a big bowl of the near chili, and four or five tortillas... heated and used for dipping, or as edible spoons.  Very good.  But a bit too full, especially with the fatted coffee as a side.  I wasn't that hungry, but I won't be hungry for a while either, now.

I will set up the other clothing rack, with a cover.  I may begin looking through clothes, sorting what to wash next.  Though... might bring what is upstairs down, that which is ready to wash.  And begin opening up the place up there.  I had initially set up tables up there, in attempt to stay on top of clothes... folding and else.  But, then, ran into the problem of no place to hang things.  So the whole operation collapsed into a navel gazing disappointment.

Now, with places for things to go, the world is moving forward.  I did order a few more racks.  I did.  I... needed to, need more.  I hate actual closets, so claustrophobic.  Nothing fits right, in there.  For me.  It's like trying to live out of a doll house or something, for me.  Bleh.

So... some dismantling of the upstairs operation.  Though, I would like to get a folding table down here.  Create a little station (to be kept clear and clean!), just for the things I will fold.  Possibly ironing too.  If... I can get good enough at ironing, and have a large enough area, I might just hit sheets, before putting them on.  Or, in time, right after washing and drying them.

I'd like to finish messing the the dishes.  With what else is there, from previous meals now, and what I dirtied today, I might have another load ready for the dishwasher.  Won't be an absolutely stuffed load, but will be full enough.  And, I might be able to scalp cupboard finds, to fill in a few spots.  But I don't like it being too full either.  Just enough to give me a five to ten minute timer to get everything put away.

Oh, I looked at the glasses last night.  The little bolt, in the nose piece, is still there.  Not sure why the nose piece broke off.  If I had hit the glasses, on my face, I would have a mark.  And, I put my glasses in a case Sassy can't get into, at night.  Yes, cats... will.. do things to things you have, like, use.  Curiosity, passive aggression?  Missing you, so trying to wake you through what smells like you... if you have proven a bit "grumpy" when being awaken wrongly or at the wrong time?  Like... kids!  Cats... are kids!  Kids are cats!  Finkle is Einhorn!  Arghhhgh! 

I am a bit stiff and sore.  Not terribly, just enough to know.  A bit weary.  Sleepy even.  Just... not enough to actually sleep.  So, a slower easier day would be good.

So, let me so.  Get the dishes into the dishwasher, and set that.  Go upstairs, begin collecting clothes to be brought down.  Maybe break down the folding tables up there, bringing one of those down for a folding station... somewhere.  Maybe set up a few draws in the cage shelving I have up there.  Well, and go through some of what is in them.  Old, very old, possibly very very old underwear.  Though, too, I think I have packs of new t-shirts from... years ago.  Do... tshirts, in packaging, go bad?  I guess I'll find out.

With things cleared up there.  I will be able, sooner or late, to hit that much more seriously.  Cleaning, sorting, tossing, finding.  Ugh.  A lot of damned work, but it's AWESOME!!!  I'm absolutely loving how things are opening up, being put into order, things I want to keep being found places.  Things that have been weighing me down finding their way out.  On and on.  And, the exercise.  If that doesn't kill me, it will make me better.

Oh, and when I can next get to the cast, being soaked?  I'll pull it, so that I can get a shower before long.  It's been two days, and I have worked up long sweats, several times.  A shower would be wonderful.  As well, with the shower, I can try on clothes to see if I am keeping them.  What thing I am finding?  Synthetics, regardless of what they tell you, do break down.  Probably faster than cotton.  Some synthetic base layer pieces, from seven to ten years ago, are pretty much crumbling in spots.  Well tended, rarely used, in a dark closed closet, and... crumbling.  Still, I'm moving to natural fibers, so... I don't really think of it as a loss.

Trying to figure out what to do.  But my mind is somewhat mush.  Difficult to focus, remember, point, and shoot.  And... still digesting a meal that was too big for my breaches.  Or belly, anyway.  Still, it was loverly.  Sometimes it is nice to be well and truly full.  Not even overfull, just... properly stuffed.  I rarely like what I am eating well enough to eat that much lately.  So... all good.

Later.