Awake for just a bit.

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Too cool.  Too warm.  For worry.  Or even just because I feel just right, warm enough but not too warm, not even hungry or thirsty.  I just... wake, when I wake, for good or no reason.  Tonight?  I think I was beginning to overheat.

Down I went.  I took Jasmine out for a late walk.  Gamed a bit.  Plugged the router back in, it still isn't working.

A few things.

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Received a letter, yesterday.  Something about my bank, and lapsing coverage?  No... I didn't call the number offered.  Suspicious, for many reasons.  I called my bank.

At first, the woman I was speaking with, while polite and diplomatic, thought I was wasting her time.  After a hold and review?  Not so much.  They had nothing to do with the notice.  Still, it perturbed my sleep.  Most likely my former insurer, the one that tried to triple my insurance... quadruple it?  After playing games about insuring my house, forcing repairs, and else.

Up late.

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If after a long sleep through the day.  Calls and doorbells, barking and else, kept disturbing my sleep.  I ignored, turned off the phone, and slept.  I slept as long as I could.  Well, and warmly.

Up for supper.  Though I woke at noon, for a bit.  Had to, as the worker's boss visited to get me to sign off on the job.  I did a few things for mom.  But she was trying to badger more work out of me than I could do.  Both earlier and later.

Pretty much done.

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The siding, and portion of trim to be added, painted, is done.  Just two boxes, from trim, to be installed.  Along with putting two lights in them.  For now.  In time I will install new lights.  Even the doorbell is on and working.  

Sure, I need more, new, lights, hardware for a hatch, new house numbers, a few electrical boxes too.  They reinstalled the old one, up front.  But it needs replaced.  The outlet in back is just a conduit end box, so will need to be sorted whole.

Working on things.

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With constructikn ongoing, I have been crashing more than usual.  The sounds, and having people hereabouts, causes massive stress.  And that flattens me.  Even so, I try to get to things as and when I can.

Mom is pushing, herself.  Twisted her knee this afternoon.  Badly.  Can still move, but even more slowly and with more pain.  Which makes her, sometimes, obscenely pushy.  I won't bark.  I understand fully.  Confussion from pain, the seeming control barking orders seems to offer, and forgetting you had just given the same list(s) due to pain memory loss... I get that.  But me already being stressed?  I can't take it.  So I just melt back upstairs, and rest or sleep as possible.

Still cold.

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To the bone, chilled.  No good solid way to escape it.  Not upstairs, here.  I do get warm enough downstairs, after a bit.  Warm enough, not... as warm as I would like.  That sit-in tub would be good, if they would ever get it in.  Late.

I am, again, going to try mesh base layering.  Under my warmer pajamas.  Not absolutely sure it will work.  Just... will try.  As well, back to various weights of merino wool base layers, over the mesh, under the pj's, if needed.  Will see.

A bit of work.  Two small sessions.  Just a bit of sorting, mostly hauling.  And... not in the direction I had planned.  If my intended direction, as it turned out, wasn't the right way.  I had simply mistaken priorities.

Stomach ache.

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Too much candy!  On the good side, I gave away what little remained.  Today.  But, ate half a dozen bars yesterday?  Nearly as many, or more since October 28th?  Or so.  Oh, so glad, and sad, to see them go.  Back to nearly pure carnivore.  No additives of questionable sorts.  No veggies save freeh salad greens.  With only carnivore approved dressings.  That won't help today, or even tomorrow.  But, in time, it will help.

Jasmine won't quit barking.  So... muzzled.  I wasn't sure that would keep her quiet.  Thought it was just for preventing biting.  But I was at wit's ends.  Didn't want to use the ecollar for that, at least not without more guidance.  The muzzle works.  She absolutely hates it.  For me, at this point, that is a plus, feature, not a bug.  As much as I hate disturbing her, allowing her to disturb me will kill me.  Perturbing her is a lessor evil?

Getting more sleep?

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Yes.  If, also, helping out more too?  Yes.  How?  Well, mother is pitching overtime, and having tasks she needs me to do ready when I am able.  And, lately, that has been a lot.  Heavy work.  But small if many discrete tasks.  Moving the freezer (fully loaded, a struggle but not impossible for short distances), moving boxes, taking out trash, putting larder bulk down in the basement.  Though too, setting up her tea when she has worked hard and needs and wants that little gift or help.

No, I really don't mind.  As much as she does, I am glad when I can help.  Tea or real muscle work.  I don't mind.