Supper was good.

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Beef and gravy, a rare potato, and keto cake with fresh whipped cream.  Medicine?  May have forgotten?

A few final things for the night.  Tired.  Some work in the morning, if possible.

Oops.

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She got away.  I, finally, wrangled her off the long lead and onto the walking leash.  She was secure.  But then she wrapped around my legs.  As I was getting her untangled, she bumped and pulled just right, to get the leash latch undone, then it was off to the races!  Very clever girl.  She knew what she was doing.  Gotta watch this one.

I was not certain she would be found, come back.  Barking, down the way.  Was hoping she had found those dogs she met last night.  By the time I got there, she was long gone.  I walked a bit further, but was finished.  Heading back, I thought I saw flashes of her, in a neighbors yard.

No barking?

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I expected barking, or at least whining.  She is still a puppy.  But, no.  Not even when other dogs were barking this morning, at her.  Not a peep.  Amazing.

Mom wanted her in last night, I said no.  That would become every night.  However, on one night a week, starting later next week (once she is adjusted to being outdoors as a usual), I agree she can be in for a day a week.

We were told she is housebroken.  Will find out.  Only allowed in mom's room.  With the door shut.  A cage, starting next month.  Though, with a cage, the room door can be open to see if Sassy can sort her out.  That is the final stress point that has to be arranged, covered.

But, so far, she is proving to be an amazing pick.

As it turns, she is a Shiba Inu, German Shepherd, mix.  The dog that saved me, by running into traffic, stopping traffic, was named Shiba.  A turn of time, a turn in return?  No, we didn't know that when we got her.  Initially told probably all shepherd.  Didn't find this out until reading the paperwork from adoption.

The old lady, driving, didn't see me.  She stopped, breaked hard, for Shiba.  Who bolted to stand over me.  Didn't see me until she got out to shoo the dog.  Who wouldn't let any near me.

My brother, it seems, let me out.  Still not sure if he was trying to help or kill me.  Still not sure about the lad, to this day, at any given time.  *grins*

Still, one more solid for the gal.  I have to think her previous owner died.  You wouldn't spend that kind if time, and possibly money, to simply turn such a dog in, over.  Probably a guy, women just want to own, love, rarely master, befriend, a dog.  Either a young man, learning his first powerful class of dog, or an old man wanting a smaller power class of dog.  But, make no mistake, bitch, snaller, she is a power dog, a working class.  Quite the little lady.  Impresses even me, and that's a reasonable feat.

The doggie is home.

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Didn't want to get out again today.  But the driver license and dog where issues.  So in we went.  I wanted a shower.  Just couldn't.  Too tired, heating up, running late even for having gotten up early.  Besides I have showered the last two or three days in a row.  Some days one just has to go as is.

First, the driver license.  Oh, I was really beginning to think they just didn't want her to get one.  New and harder rules, requirements, and issues every time we went.  Been through it myself.  Wasn't sure I would get mine, several times.

Laughed, I did.

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After being out with me, especially recently, last night mother said I shouldn't aim for a thirty year old woman.  I just chortled.  It isn't as much a choice as the limits of what I would and could use and tolerate.

Pretty forty year old women?  Pretty youngish women with tattoos, piercings, and else?  Pretty bigger younger women?  Maybe.  Simply isn't going to happen.  I am not interested.  They know it, I know it.

Up early.

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Things to do.  Have to get going earlier today.  As well, have appointments coming up.  Early.

I have been fighting to get up, at all, lately.  Eight to ten hasn't been unusual.  Sleeping a lot, so it isn't as if I am overdoing things, sleeping too little, or not getting rest.  Still trying to tolerate medicine, and it is still high summer.

A few things.

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To the Mexican store.  A look around.  Several things not found at other grocers.  Some items for regular menudo, a store made sauce, and a few odds and ends.

Before that a stop at the pound.  Mom looked at two particular dogs.  One an older yellow mix, the other a younger shepherd.  Both gals.  Still not sure, but I am letting her pick the shepherd.

Awake so late!

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The three alarm was turned off.  Thought about getting up then.  Couldn't.  The five alarm was dragged through to forty after, then reset to six.  Which was dragged through to twenty after six.  Turned off because it wasn't happening.  I woke a bit after seven, then seven thirty four, then eight ten, finally stirring around a quarter after eight.

A ten minute waking time.  Pj's on.  Blood sugar checked.  Then down the stairs.  Outside, to look around.  Then back in.  Windows closed before it heats up.  It is supposed to get into the low 90's today.  Still so warm, and no rain.  A few clouds, from time to time.  But they just linger and melt away, or blow through with any precip it might contain.

A few things.

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One of the lines up and out.  A pair of sprinklers on that one.  The other line half done.  Not enough splitters or compression fittings, so those were ordered.  Supposed to be here tomorrow.  Which is fine, or latter if that happens.  

While I was out, the wind picked up, or really, got hot so I noticed it.  A high desert wind, seriously blowing with gusts to add bite.  The opposite of a cold winter wind, oh, and with handfuls of dirt and dust thrown in the more to satisfy.

A few small things.

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I moved the pull cart over to the other piles.  Emptied it, if separating trash for the garbage.  Only branches and such for those piles.  Then put the lawn tractor back where it is easy for her to use.  Sure was warming up out there.  She loves the heat, sun.  It about kills me.

She showed me, finally, a hole out there.  Probably how mice get in.  One place, to be sure.  I need to dig down, see exactly what is going on.  I am guessing there is a hole through the foundation.  An old conduit, or water pipe, or hole for one of those.  Steel wool and concrete should close that up.

Later and later.

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Heard the three alarm.  I think.  Just turned it off.  Heard the five alarm.  Worked it to five forty?  Reset it for six.  Hit the snooze twice?  Turned it off because I thought I had it, was awake.  Woke up around seven after seven.  Even then it was a struggle.  

Down.  A few morning chores.  I think the last water filtration run is going.  A second and final ice batch is being made.  It is reading 69 F here at nine.  I started mom's coffee, and called her.  She isn't ready to get up.  Which is fine.

As much as I could do.

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Breakfast too.  Three country eggs between us?  Oddly, that was plenty.  Scrambled, with cheese, on keto tortillas, with bacon?  I'm stuffed.

Three sprinklers checked, fixed, and set up.  I will need to pull one of the new ones out, get it aimed and set up, then get hoses on the last two.  Connect the timer box as well.  I did profram the timer, for two zones, each timed independently.  Hope it works.  The front lawn is, mostly, green and going well.

Some of it.

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Mom is having trouble getting one of her medications.  Not a med I approve.  Perhaps something they are pulling back on, not approving locally, or backing away from nationally.  Trulicity.  They pulled her off the brand name in Iowa, it may be going away here sum total.

But, everyone knew it was coming up, dragged their feet about applying out here, then acted surprised when it wasn't approved already.  Playing dodgeball with approval.  I try to guide her, but she is certain they will just 'do it'.  Nope.

I set up for a medical thing.  It's how it will work.  That went very smooth.

Now to call the church, to begin working on confessions.  Then, after that, begin going to weekday mass, solo if need be, a few times a week, for a month... to acclimatize to being back in church, with smaller crowds first.

No travel today.  Tomorrow?  Maybe.  Or the day after.

Lighter work today.  Moved the lawn tractor and trailer to where mother could use it better.  Put tea out.  Am setting up the timer for the sprinklers.  Next, will see if I can fix a few of the old speinklers and then deploy them, in pairs.  To begin sprinkling again before too long.

The front lawn is doing well.  Think we can get the side lawn going before too long.  Then, maybe, the back lawn.  It takes time, effort.  But should work out... with both of us doing what we can for it.

Sometime during or after working on, or setting up, sprinklers, I'll call it a morning.  Then go back in to sleep.  On the good side, medicine didn't cause a major crash.  A bit of a dip, just not a harsh, fast, deep one.  

A bit of sleep.  Then up to finish the sprinklers, and just maybe try CLR on a few windows, then maybe jet-dry.  Will see.  If I start that, and it works, I may then hit another set of windows.  Or save that for tomorrow.

It is supposed to get in the mid 90's today.  So... will see if I can work in that, later.  On to a few efforts with the sprinklers.  Good day.

A start.

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Things going.  Windows shut, for the day.  Curtains open, as the sun finally decides to begin showing.  No light this morning, to start.  Too bright, for me.  Water filtering, a batch of tea, then to fill the carafe, then reservoir.  Ice going, maybe two or three batches today.

I'll wake mom in a bit.  Starting her coffee a bit before calling her.  It's good to have coffee ready first thing.

Ah, that isn't helping.

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Alarms at three and five.  I heard them.  Turned off both, changing the five to six.  Up at six, reading news and blogs.  After a bit, decided to blog, looking outside first.  Something seemed off.  Cloudy, overcast?  No.  The sun, as per season, isn't up yet.  Okay.  I guess summer is slipping quickly at this point.  Best enjoy it.

Fall isn't bad, here, usually, though either.  Winter isn't terrible, here, usually, either.  With some care.  Especially now that I have been dressing more warmly, and tending the house, making repairs and upgrades.  Bit by bit, making the place warmer, less drafty.

Chicken menudo.

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Pretty good.  With dry hominy cooked to wet, aka samp, I probably shouldn't have.  But curious how it would work.  Very well, as it turned out.

I napped after we got home.  Did a few very light chores, then crashed.  No choice.

BP was 161/78?  Tonight.  High enough that I decided to take night medicine.  I won't take it if it is too low and/or I feel like I am in shock.  Will see tomorrow.

Back on to bed.  I am resting, sleeping, becoming closer to being fit.  Still, it will take a while.  Finally able to sleep, and rest.  Still in need of it.  A week, on light duty, or two.  Then back to medium duty.  Won't allow heavy duty.  Too much for me.  That was sort of dangerous.

Oh, yes.  I will enjoy sleep tonight.  Might take painpills tomorrow.  I have been suffering well.  Would like some relief.  And while I keep efforts low-key.  Yes, my muscles still burn harshly with almost no exertion.  So strange.  Used up all and everything.  Still haven't recovered, that part of it.

On to sleep.  Good night.  Prayers, thoughts, and blessings.

Everything is wrong.

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Everything is wrong.  Muscles burn, organs hurt, bones ache.  Headache, tintinitus, exhaustion.  Plus symptoms of physical shock, trauma.

Coffee, kefir, a bite to eat.  But back to bed.  The idea is to be up by eleven, get to a few things by noon.  A to-do list.  See what is possible today.  Not heavy things, but it will take some effort.  Do what I can.

Checking the oil, first.  Then on to, mostly, business.

So rough.  But, okay.  I honestly am surprised, on days like this, when I don't die.  It's been like this for several weeks now.  Who knows.

On to a bit of sleep.  Later.

Up a few snoozes past five.

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Water being filtered, set up coffee, setting up tea.  More water going as we are completely out of tea.  Having to get used to the light.  Very bright.  As you may, or may not know, I prefer it darker, dim, dingy.  Especially when not doing well.  Now, when I am doing things, cooking, cleaning, then I want it fantastically bright.

I think, when I wake at night, or early, I won't turn the main light on, not first thing.  It's... like early rising happy people, to my type.  Annoying.

Mom is up, having coffee.  Trying the dremel on difficult spots on her feet, and working toenails a bit.  Not getting too hot, it seems.  I thought it had a light on it, but she didn't, wouldn't, turn it on.  I did it.  Not sure she cares, but it does make it easier.

Planning on making three jugs of tea.  A lot of water to filter.

BP is rough this morning, at 108/76.  I'll skip meds this morning, save vitamins, minerals, and the waterpills.  Could crash bp otherwise, or crash it worse.  I feel terrible for the low reading, I suspect.  Reminds me of when I have been in shock, from wounds.

Chills, sick to my stomach, flushed, pale, feignt as if I could fall.  I feel terrible this morning.  Will take a shower, vitamins and minerals, then decide what to do.  I'm still in trouble.  Maybe try to eat something?  Later.

The last of the bigger things.

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I got the led strip light box installed... working.  Advice was requested and given.  So tired, sore.  Muscles hurt.  Had to figure out how to keep the thing up, while I got screws in.  Duct tape did it.  A lot of it.  Wiring it was easy enough, once I was more secure in what to do, how.

The ladder wasn't too much of a problem.  Standing, holding things, those were.  My muscles burn.  Legs, arms, torso, neck.  Holding myself up, standing, holding a drill, all just make it worse, quickly, and compound the discomfort.

Up around six.

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I started mom's coffee, made mine.  Took my meds, suggested she take hers.  Talked a bit.  Unlocked the door for eggs to arrive more easily.  

She wanted me to dig holes for a few perrenials.  No.  I am done, for a while.  I told her that before she bought those.  Not huge holes, but enough.  I can't, won't.  Told her I was running out of mojo, ran out last week.  Limped by, but not well.