Already up and at it for an hour.

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Woke at 7:30, went to sleep at about 20:30.  A long sleep.  Given health and level of activity, plus that after a sunny day we are back to darkness?  Fine.  Of course, messing with kefirs, then feeding sourdoughs, messing with the bread dough and getting the dutch oven ready to go.  It is all started.  Then, without thinking, I cooked the oatmeal.  I just won't have a slice of fresh bread with it.  Oh, and sprouts were watered, drained, and set to catch what sun is available.  The sunflower seeds have sprouted.  They are okay, if I am hoping for more?  Might dehydrate some, some salted some not.

As to timing the bread, I am winging it.  I have some rough expectations, a set of for altitude, a slight adjustment in mind for such a wet dough, if the truth is I'll be engineering it.  I'll give it a rough minimum to just bake, then check every five or ten, deciding when to remove the lid.  I doubt if there will be an exact time, probably ever.  Less so until I decide on a precise recipe(s) and get good at following.

I love the oatmeal done this way.  It doesn't just sit there in the pit of my stomach like a brick.  It mingles well, spends just enough time to not become a bother, then moves on.  If I am going to eat such food, which I am, then I'll do it as right as possible.  Though the real truth?  Eating the old ways is just a hobby.  I'm not a believer.  Nor, completely, a disbeliever.  At my health it actually doesn't matter, mostly.

I've been doing a lot of talking in my sleep.  Laughing too.  It is weird to startle awake because of the proximity of a voice while still finishing a sentence out of my own mouth, or still laughing about God only knows.  At least it isn't a fright.  Oddly, I don't recognize the voice, even while waking to it... well, it is familiar.  I just don't know who it is, was, or will be?  Yeah.  Kewl.  None of my affair.  Good for chuckling when I wake.

Later.

Awake with a side of headache.

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Up at out at 4:40, to bed at 17:40?  Close enough.  Must have been tired, which caused me to sleep wrong?  Though, sometimes, sleeping in a bad position just happens.  Though, as often as we sleep, you would think we would get it right nearly always?  I have other problems, of course.  When they haven't been a curse recently it is easy to forget I shouldn't even be alive.  So, a little conscious pain, especially after having dug in?  Reasonable.

I didn't do any of the last parts of work yesterday.  I took my break then never got back to it, other than feeding the starter again, and wetting the sprouts a last time.  The clover looks good, not sure about the alfalfa... they are rather old.  If that doesn't work I have others which are newer, and will be buying more next time I get to town.  Radish, alfalfa, and there is another kind I want to try... ah, raw, untreated, sunflower seeds, if I can find them.  As I said, I don't consider these particularly tasty (save the radish, and I have heard the sunflower seed).  That isn't the final say on what is really just an ingredient.  I also don't like raw egg or a glass of bacon fat, innit.

Hmm?  Oh.  I'll chek the growy stuff, feed the starter, water and check sprouts, mess with the lettuce, turn the kefir one way or the other, do the dishes, then make breakfast?  Sounds like a lot, but it is becoming rather typical.  Oh, I will take aspirin.  I've been an awfully good boy lately, mostly.  Of course, I need to wake a bit.  Later.

Good night.

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Dishes, all of them save one pot.  I just forgot it.  It is soaking.  I may just use fumes to do it.  I've done a few other things, like drawing the whey out.  I may attempt to clarify the whey again tomorrow.  It's method, luck, and art, separating the whey.  My method is green, my luck is out, and my art is Picasso which is only valued long after death, and I don't have that kind of time.  Another shot.

Wow, that was much.

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To bed around 17:50, up at 1:00, mostly.  Very needed sleep.  I pushed way into days and did much.  I was somehow ready.  Just getting the machine to work was an exercise in near futility.  The continued failures, going on through.  No trick to it, an absurd persistence beyond reason, tenacity some might call it.  As to the printer?  I will be tinkering with the cartridge.  As I recall, those can be reactivated.  Not sure these days, but used to be true.  Barring that I'll just have to go back to town, old cartridge in hand.

First thing, I set the dishes back up, had a dose of kefir, checked everything, fed the starter which is beginning to bubble (it is going to be fed twice a day from now on, stirred another time), and checked the litter... three very small gifts.  The girls are getting pushy.  But I won't feed them too much, too fast.  And back to once a day, save on feast days.

Ah, something I will be doing, once the ap flour sourdough gets going, is switching some of it to whole wheat, then, in time, some to spelt then einkorn.  After a bit of testing, to see if any are lower glycemix indexed, I'll go from there.  Rye too?  I have the rest of my life to find out.  Might as well get to it.  Plus, it's sort of fun.  Oh, and I could begin grinding my own wheat.  And sprouting the berries on top of it?  Could happen.  Yeah.  Heck yeah.

Back to it.  Oh, I best wear gloves while washing.  While the water is hot enough to burn, that... isn't quite my issue.  It's simply the water.  Too much washing and my finally healed skin is beginning to go down hill again.  I don't need pretty hands, I do need to avoid open sores.  Gloves I have.  I'll need some sort of lotion too.  Should have some.  I wonder if feet stuff would work.

Later.

Naps are usually worth it.

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This one was perfect.  A bit long, down at 3:13, awake at 6:30, but Iam as fully charged as possible.  I found a receipt for a larger return.  Now to get the printer working for some amazon returns.  All good.

If I get those finished, then it is back to the kitchen.  While I turned my back for what seemed like a second, dishes piled up.  Wow, just wow.  Oh, I'll get to them.  The good and bad of a kitchen sink is, generally, you can't do more than a basinfull or two at a time before needing to change water, which for me, often, is break time.  When doing it in the big tub it was all or nothing.  I like the new way much better.

Hopefully I can do most of my business functions today, then rest a day or two, along with the rest.  The nap could help me dig further back into a day schedule.  With the return of winter on the heels of spring, everything is up in in the air.  As days lengthen, but some of those days are hidden in darkness, things just get fuzzy.

A bit more waking, a shower, then the printing... hopefully.  Good morning and day.

Snow, a headache, general pain.

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Can't complain.  I've had a good run and I'm not out just because I am down.  I'll get out on the machine shortly.  Even with how easy winter has been I knew it wasn't over.  I almost (do) expext more, maybe a touch of what is happening in much of the rest of the winter world.  My mother says that while they aren't getting snow, the bitter cold has gotten to her this year.  She isn't a winter bird, but she is hale.  ;}

Hmm, this will be the first time I have been on the machine.  I guess the neighbors didn't need or want it.  I'll get to give it a shot.  I should have watched him, if I think it'll work out just fine.  I am definitely curious.  After that I have to set up my computer.  Bleh.  I just hope the monitor cable I have will work.   Yeah, it's about time.

I really thought to take a shower first, but no.  I'll do the blade work first.  Just literally thinking out loud.  Hmm, I wonder if I scared the neighbors off, or finally?

No cooking tonight.  Or nothing fancy.  Just don't want to, if the eggs might be suspect at this point.  Brought them to room temp for a while, hours.  Oh, on a good note, whatever problem I was having with eggs is done.  I am careful though, making sure they are fresh when I buy, that they go right in to the fridge, and that they get tossed after about two weeks.  A new fridge would add a week or two, but this old machine has absorbed way too much... odor... and else.

No.

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I did the dishes for another batch.  As well, a couple of kefir batches were turned over with most dishes being washed, the few remaining are soaking.  As well, the ramekins were buttered and had cheese crusted on the surfaces and then, as with the now clean copper bowl, all have been put in the freezer for the next batch.

No other work, mostly. The thing with cooking is that, between this and that other things just get done.  The trick just gets learned by osmosis.  First you learn to cook, then keep up, then get ahead, and finally all that plus anticipation... you begin to know things well in advance, and how to navigate prep, cooking, and cleanup on topic plus with else happening.  I will always be banned from full success by bad health.  But I can at least see the program.

Time for bed.  Good night.  (11:37)

Super sleep.

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Not a long sleep, just sound, deep.  Down I think right at 13:00, waking just now at 21:40.  No dreams, save that it seems cold farther east, and other places, still?  I haven't been tracking and they seem to be downplaying it.  It's killing their agenda even with the low-fo's, and beta and below rabbit soldiers, especially since it is global.  How fitting for globalist propaganda.  Cold.

Tonight?  Some chow while waking.  Cooking in a bit.  With the pork roast having gone south,  burger and sausage was thawed, if more like two beef to one hog this time.  I'll fry that and make a rare but small carb heavy, spaghetti and meat sauce.  With half a can of plain tomato remaining from the egg casserole I want to use up.  I'm getting better and trying to use it all.  That should be it for cooking, but not food.  I'd like to work on kefir, and clear and clean the fridge as a start to hitting the kitchen.

As to the kitchen, any surfaces that remain, inside the range to prep it for a self clean cycle, clearing the table, organizing the shelving, setting up the new trash system, then sweeping and mopping?  It's on the list, in the queue, and will all be done in time.  It might get done tonight.  I am surprised with what has been done and that it is mostly being maintained.  I am nearing a rough half way point.  The kitchen since it is in use, as with the living room and bedroom, are the most difficult.

I am sure I will get there now.  On to something to eat.  A small slice of roast, a salad, and milk?  Later.

No nap.

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It just wasn't in the cards.  I am not terribly upset.  It was a soft plan on an easy day.  I hoped a nap would help push my evening on further into the day.  I am certain it could help.  Wanting and  getting aren't synonymous.  I'll still make it to 10:00, if not much more.  It's better than 8:00 or 6:00.

I did cook the mushrooms before they went bad.  Sampled about half of them.  Since they didn't seem poisonous I really thought of eating what was left.  Fine, instead I stowed them for later.  Probably to be doled out in small portions with the egg casserole they were supposed to have been in.  Other than that and a salad, plus strange music, it's been quiet.

Very strange with the music lately.  Someone is almost a shadow.  Gotta be?

Later.  Wait, no.  Good night.

Got it.

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The only bits remaining is folding clothes.  Mostly socks, kitchen towels, things that don't matter as regards wrinkles.  Even the beef was roasted.  I am speeding along like an ordinary turtle, which isn't bad, beats a rock, and is vastly superior to going in reverse.  Just having the drain moving, but adding in the kitchen faucet, are amazing.  Getting rid of the dripping tub and leaking plumbing under the sink is golden icing on the cake.

I find it much simpler to stay on top of things than imagined.  Still getting used to the new system.  Changing a mind is rather more than it seems.  But when I see the shorter path, like lightning my mind grabs the new way.  It will be automatic soon.  The only thing I'd really like to do further is sand with one of the power tools, then paint under the sink.  The paint saved it from total ruination, but at a cost.  I'd like to repair that buffer before it fails, perhaps putting a drain plate down there, with whichever sort of trap is best, so water won't ever just set.  It was rough as was, I just didn't help.  I'll fix that.

No complaints regarding the previous owners, they had there hands full.  And the owner before was a widow who couldn't keep up.  I'll, hopefully, improve and repair at least a bit, especially as things are finally coming together.  It might be at a turtle's speed, that will do.  Yeah.  If I can get the second bathroom, a new electric panel plus run a heavier subpanel to the garage, and get the kitchen floor replaced, with what else has been done?  Then new doors, and a few new windows?  I can see all of this in the next three years...  Yeah.  Added value?  Not the real issue or a problem.  Just improving living standards.  And passing things on in an improved state.  It's rarely as about me as it may seem.  :p

The egg casserole, this one, isn't tasty cold.  Too wet, throws the texture into the chalky mushy zone.  I hope it heats well.  It was fantastic right out of the oven.  Hmmm, probably best to heat in the oven.  Microwaves don't do the best with this.  I'll experiment.  For food today?  Bacon, brots, a pork roast, and I think that is it.  If the roast 'timed out' I'll pull burger and sausage to thaw for more crumble and spaghetti tomorrow.  Update: okay, the microwave did just fine.  Bleh.

Yeah, I pull what I think I should eat, then, sometimes, eating just stops... I get too busy, I crash, or just because.  I waste a lot of food but far less than I used to toss.  It used to be in the 60% range, now it's 15% or so.  That's raw.  There will always be leftovers tossed.  You, and I, can try to increase efficiency, but there are serious limits.  Just thank God we don't have to eat moldy food, and pray Dems don't win enough to ghettoize us all.  Equality of misery is all their plan offers.  Anyway...

Best get back to waking.  I went down around 10:00, woke around 18:15, give or take a quarter hour.  Still feel robbed by time, a quarter only being fifteen and all.  Don't strain, you'll hurt something.  Later.

Awake, I do believe.

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It is 17:00.  Awake and well, I think.  Still slightly foggy if off to a good start somehow.  To dishes and laundry.  I think those can be finished today.  And more.  I am hoping to really hit the kitchen.  I am so close to making it over the hill, cleaning-wise.  I am just so winded.  A few more things, then back to the front room, then main bedroom, en suite, living room, then upstairs.  With much of that, when done it will pretty much stay done.  Then I'll think about hiring in help.

Oh, no need to buy small trash canisters, I have two.  They must have been for the bathroom.  I had been using them as water collection under the dripping plumbing.  As I recall I eventually purchased a larger one, then even a bigger one which is in the bathroom now.  While that might indicate they are too small by far for the kitchen, that there are two, and I'll be keeping the big can as a collector for smaller but already bagged portions means they will do.  Going from a simple operation to a system, if it only sounds more complicated.  Not having to buy anything is a good thing is all.

Oh, and food.  A casserole works well, more boiled eggs, roasts, and I'll thaw bacon to fry tomorrow... a piece of that every day, every other, on the side or diced in is a little chunk of culinarily heaven.  Hmm, while waking, I'll have a piece and the last two boiled eggs.  Perhaps half an avocado?  They age fast, we'll see.

Later.

Rather awesome.

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It doesn't take much to satisfy when life has been so out of trim.  How long have I been in that warped event?  Waking last night at 17:37, going to bed at 8:18 this morning, then waking at 16:15ish just a bit ago, makes for the sum of my first regular day and night cycle as far back as feeble current memory allows.  Quite happy.

I did get trash and recycling out.  That was it, no dishes or laundry.  As was I ended up staying awake several hours longer just mentally willing at work.  The trash had to go, recycling more so.  So I don't mind, if I wish other work could have been done.  Working through exhaustion is a tough racket is all.

I'd really like to get caught up, especially in the kitchen, so I could take a few days of to normalize, then try some fancy recipes.  Well, and some mundane but sustaining recipes, like that egg casserole or another version of it.  But when I am in shape to cook and clean up behind while at it.  What is next up to cook, a couple roasts and brots, are easy enough.  Oh, I boiled a few eggs to, perfectly.  Hmm, with a slice of bacon, that sounds like breakfast, plus half an avocado and glass of milk?  Yep.

Oh, I'll pull the bins in first.  They were out by 6:00 or just a smidgen after, I hope that was early enough.  It may be that on lighter days they just run crazy early?  Or maybe they have cause (road repair or an accident blocking things up) to run the rout backward?  I won't fuss at all.  Imagine what it would be like without them.  Gratitude, even if I miss out, actually through missing them.

 Good afternoon and day.  Oh, just remember, if I ever accidentally, incidentally, or even if you think I do it on purpose?  Realize I am often in solid pain, on the surface or deep in.  Just... wish me a long life.  As if that would matter.  It was a frail old blind man who slew Baldar, with but a twig... mistletoe, as you would know it, if memory serves.  If... the devil is in the details?  If too, the devil isn't the only, or best, guide.  Later.

Oh, right.  At this continued rate of stupid I am not sure you will get a summer, except you, Cali.  Oh yeah.  Enjoy the queer Olympics and all that goes with it.

When, what?

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I hit it like a train.  Sleep.  I had hoped to remember the time.  No dice.  I was hurtling into tunnel vision faster than I could hope to connect back with reality.  The timestamp on the last post seems bogus, by two hours (ish), it seems when government flunky tech megacorps bungle for government tyranny they can't even square the, well, square?  All that lame Indian brain power for you.  Yeah.

Up around 16:30, down somewhere between 9:30 and 11:30?  Yeah.  Which means, no matter what, way too little sleep.  And I am feeling it.  It... just tired.

On the really good side, I am almost catching back up, nearing normalization, finding a way toward having things all working and tacked back down.  It's been a brutal haul, starting with social security, actually before that with the V.A.  Pretty much bureaucratic malfeasance.  Almost finished sorting and back to automation.  Wrung out and still put up wet and the worse for wear.

Today?  If I can, dishes, laundry, and a bit more in the kitchen, plus two bills and a shower.  If not, at least those bills.  So worn.  All good, much has been done.  Later.

Strange.

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Exactly an hour after the last post, at 19:05, I crashed.  Hurtling toward sleep at a fearsome pace, I suspected there would be pain in there, during though definitely after sleep.  I meant to take aspirin.  That damned collapsing tunnel vision mind vortex ate will and thought.  Which is fine as it works out.  Awake at 23:00 (and some change).

Waking to... solid pain, I just move slowly, attempt to regain focus and poise of first spiritual then mental natures, recalibrating my various x,y,z,and t axes.  If those things can be set up I can then triage.  Today, as usual, recalibration was sufficient to the task.  Pain, if not completely gone, can be contained... no running, jumping, or wrestling bears, the stays are weak.  But there is plenty of room for most else.  That's what I get for hurtling the moon by remaining awake so many hours in my shape.  No choice.  Had to be done.  Got done.  Ugh.

I will begin the returns on the other faucets.  Urhm, once I wake.  Lord knows, that process will be slow and arduous this... day.  If I need and can afford sleep later, I will gladly take it.  What else today?  Not much, until after the drain is cleared.  Not much after even that.  I am in recovery for the next few days.  Then I'll have the kitchen sink and drains all going and can keep up on regular life.  Ugh.

I spoke to him about the en suite.  He suggested changing to plastic piping, as the galvanized is probably the source of problems.  He strongly suggested inline sediment traps, just using flex supply line connections to install under the sink.  So I will get on that.  I can easily do that.  And the faucet, if just on the sink, fails after just a few weeks otherwise.  Yeah, I can do research.  After that, and the routing costs, I'll decide if I can get someone in to mess with the water softener.  I don't think it's working.  Though I will take a look at it again, emptying it down to nubs, myself, first.  If my efforts fail again...  Then I should be back to full optimal operation?  I sure hope.

I suppose seeing worse is for a reason.

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A dream, as an observer.  A kid with some sort of mental retardation was the focus born to a war widow in WW II, by what I could tell.  He was doing well enough, if things had remained as they were he would have been ready when he grew up.  But then his mother died.  There ended being three choices, a decision he didn't get to make.

He had grandparents, on her side.  They didn't care for the boy.  It wasn't his condition, they didn't want the fuss.  The retardation was simply an excuse.  They would be hard on the boy, brutal, worse.  I realize now, as I see in the hearts of those around me in real life I also see as such in my dreams.  I wouldn't call it a gift.  Though something about that?  I don't need to be near, and I see other things.  Might have started with INFJ, if I doubt even that.  Either way, it certainly doesn't stop there.

Not the best.

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I almost made it to bed early.  The eggs caught up with me?  I... seem to have a problem with eggs.  I am going to try to figure that out.  I will continue consuming, hoping to work that out.  If not I will take a look at other options.  These already are gooder(tm) eggs.  I don't think my store even stocks gooderer(tm) eggs.

The thing is, I was forced by system errors to remain conscious, vigilant, a few extra hours.  Not down until 23:23.  While that is typical of late, I would like to dial that back so as to attempt to maintain days.  That has become possible, sometimes.  Which is seeing me awake at 10:00.  And a bit sore and grumpy.  Me?  Grumpy?!?  Shut up.  Actually I am very rarely grumpy.  Rant mode isn't the same.  It is like when the tea kettle whistles or the computer taps it's results through the printer, nothing more.

The neck is twisted off course, the obverse of my liver has it's panties in a bind, little bits and pieces else and a minor headache in the left brain where muscle headaches go to die, usually don't last.  Oh, just realized, missed meds.  And I missed a few days ago.  I am taking more, perhaps that is why I am missing, which is why I hurt?  Though increasing doses can have similar problems.  Just working out potential reasons.

Today.  Boiled eggs, dishes, another bath, and the kitchen hit hard.  With food prep for the week mostly managed, if I get the kitchen set up it will stay that way until next food prep days.  While I have a slight fear of eggs, I want to see how the near quiche is cold.  Smaller bites?  Though I would like to try it warmed.  Splitting a smaller portion.  Hmm, adding veggies might help?  Kale in with the warmed portion.  Yeah.

If I do well I'd like to change bedding while at it, then do laundry.  Up late, moving slow, but I think, today, I can.  Perhaps aspirin.  Yeah.  Later.

Memory can be a good thing.

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Not always.  Some things in the past have been buried.  Who knows what remains in the dark depths.  From what has been unearthed I don't believe I wish to know all.  Actually, after a local event I will begin attemting to put some things dug up back into the dirt of the past.  Without a name there is no place in my life or in truth.  Not sure it is possible to rebury a memory but one can try, with a little help from friends... not the chemical, but mundane and conscientious, kind.  Even if one is considered dragonborn, and as such only possibly evil, as with those bearing the mark of Cain, best not to make things worse.  Especially a breed of those two.

Ah, but some, probably most memory is good.  I tried to remember when I went down last night and did!  It has been a while, especially when stretched, that I could remember.  Down at 23:23.  Awake at a quarter past nine.

Dreams.  Several.  A childhood friend.  I hope he is okay.  I have some worries about him, he was going in some dark directions then.  I tried to redirect. It may only have been a phase.  I have done dark things, but usually within authority... pushing things or at the bleeding edge, if maybe just in my mind?  Dunno, none of my business now.  I'll add him and his family to my prayer list.  He was one of the few friends whose family was well known to me as well.  To that point.

Other dreams.  I... they have fallen out of reach.  Nothing fancy, more like real life only while asleep, as far as I can remember.  However it was as if I had been awake most of the night, just dreaming.

I forgot to call the plumber's secretary, thankfully she remembered to call me.  It is set.  Depending how this goes, I may have him back to set up the en suite in a few months.  Which means I will need to remove the vanity, install shelving, cut the shelves for pipes, and get flooring in?  Ugh.  Well, and clean the room and living room.  Pftftft.  Three months?  As is, I will want to finish the kitchen, keep the bathroom up, and pull the r.o. in advance.  And do any last bit of cleaning while under there... perhaps yanking the plumbing out while at it.  I'll shut the water off when he asks.  Something I will ask about is a couple of inside shutoff valves.  Probably not with this batch, just...  Ugh.

Today?  More cooking then cleanup.  I got the veggies, the ground meats, and the roast.  I am planning to fry bacon, boil eggs, and make egg ramekins to be frozen.  The ramekins are an experiment.  While doing that, digging into the kitchen as time and energy permit.  I'll... get right on that, in a bit.  Gotta wake first.  Later.

Mostly better.

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I couldn't sleep until almost 6:00, waking at a bit past 11:00.  So a bit of a mild headache and a few other complaints is to be expected.  Sleep was good, just a bit short.  Making such a long trip when not quite ready will throw things.  I am surprised I woke so early, given all, and so well.  Today?

Today.  I would like to do the cooking, perhaps enough for a week.  Then to make a few calls... beside an apology, I haven't heard from the woman who handles the plumber's schedule.  I don't want her calling on The day, I want some advance notice.  If a few other chores can be squeezed in that would be great.

Oh, had to laugh. Was getting videos pushed, suggesting psychosis, narcissism, etc.  Only a thin skinned (and they should be as their "profession" is a fraud and if they don't know that they got through on looks, buckets of money, or pure twattish liberalism) psychologist or psychiatrist would suggest someone willing to suffer for understanding even back then, let alone able to know guilt well enough to inventory then contritely seek to confess both sins against others and self could be such.  Funny thing?  They can't just go away.  If they think they go unseen.  Oh, you are seen.  Now you may go away.  Or face what is becoming obvious even to you and choose to learn.  Pain, fire, the truth, God, will set you on the path to choosing virtue, first of mundane, then of divine, nature.  All else, which includes your indoctrination, is false.  I'll keep you in my prayers.

Not a bad morning.

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I thought waking would be a bleak affair.  The strange wake, it was wondered, would cause problems.  As is, other than the tickle with breathing and a slower than even usual start, life isn't bad.  Oh, I do know what causes that strange feeling when breathing, it has to do with one of my meds.  I have been eating more the last few days.  Pretty much a normal consumption.  Just seeing if leaving fasting for a bit might help.

Awoke at 9:00, been awake for an hour and twenty.  Struggling to move it all forward if there isn't too much risk of folding into a ball of sleeping ogre.

Today?  I'm not there yet.  I keep having to check the day though, as long as they seem, they can sneak by and a vital one is approaching, and lots of other things are rolling my way.  I have no trouble swatting incoming, I just have to know that I can and should.  Unless there are far too many.  My current risk is shutting down from a sense of being overloaded.  Best not to exhaust myself, pacing is key, while every new thing is extra expensive and being on-call increases the energy consumption of standard activities.

Even so, back to the kitchen.  Surfaces, counters, kitchen table, then floors?  Yeah.  Along with that, cooking.  What I missed the other day, boiled eggs, a roast, ground beef and pork fried to crumble as an additive, prepping a head of romaine... that is pr... wait, egg cups, with bacon (which means bacon fried), that crumble, and/or cheese.  What of it can be done anyway.  Hmm, some of that will be eaten warm.  Basically cooking and cleaning for the week, in theory.

I highly doubt the majority will be done.  I am not sure anything will be done.  However, if I can do something that is roughly the projects and order, very roughly.  Oh, I'll mess with the bedding, changing it out at least with morning prayers.  A good start when focus is available.  Then back to resting for a bit.  Yeah, that sort of morning if it was feared to be worse.

Later.

A double nap?

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Awake at 2:00.  I voted for a full sleep.  At least I expected it.  It has been a while since sleep was off, though not so long.  I am still logging sleep because it was off.  Not for readers, just so I could review from time to time.  Then again this whole blog is a journal.  More private, just grandfathered into public access.  Though readership is dwindling, it surprises me that it exists.

Hmm?  I have no idea.  Something about something else?  I might not be asleep but that doesn't mean I am awake.  Not feeling well again.  It isn't as if I am being crushed, lightly.  Though it seemed so initially.  It is more as if the muscles that allow breath are very tired.  A similar outcome, different cause.  Breathing is work, almost has a tickle to it.  Intermediate work.  I can't be certain if that is what woke me, if I don't think so.  So tired.  Would like to sleep.

I may attempt to go back soon.  Later or good night again.
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Back to bed?  It is 3:30.