Chilly.

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A few hours with everything open.  At least one window in each room, with four in the kitchen and entry hall open.  All doors open, even the front, a crack.  The furnace, of course, off.  If the furnace fan going as always.  With it being 54 and breezy out there, it got to 64 inside.

I just closed up.  Turning the furnace on and up, and turning the heat on up here in the front.  Yes, was... getting a bit cold.  Very nice though.  Any day that hits the mid fifties will see this sort of effort.  Fresh air is so very nice.  This home is fairly airtight, with the new window in.

I keep two windows slightly cracked.  I have to have some fresh air.  And it doesn't hurt the fuel bill, noticeably?  Sure, it costs more this year.  But what year has it not increased in cost.  Especially with us sending energy to Europe?  What I have noticed is, while I might still be winter tired, I am not as ill as I had been when trying to keep it buttoned up in absolutes.

Now to get beef brats going.  Then when those, some of them, are browned, crisped lightly, I'll add beans.  So hungry, and yet not.  I know it will taste like cardboard.  And sit in my stomach like some z's, in their parents' basements.  :p  Still... I just... want to eat.  Need?  Want for sure.  Maybe need.

After food, I'll rest, relax, digest.  Then, a shower at some point.  Then get dishes going.  May need to empty some things out, and get that out right away.  Ugh.  Gaming in there.  If I can get to sleep early, or earlier, I will.

Laundry?  Things out to the dumpster before they take it sometime tomorrow?  A bit more picking up, sorting, opening spaces, cleaning off the computer desk?  Some, certainly not all those things.  Or no more?  I just can't be certain.  I'll... see.  But the home is fresher.

So much to do.  Will... keep trying, if just thinking at things, about things.  Planning, praying, hoping, trying to push through, but... it is what it is.  Later.