Well, there is that.

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I woke up around midnight, a bit before?  Took a shower.  Set up dishes.  Reset laundry, and now will go change that around.  Brush my teeth a final time then on back to bed.

I made a run to the post.  Was something in?  It was.  So, I got that, and the rest of my mail.  Then, being out, went to town for a bit of food.  Wasn't sure.  There were two places open, I got food.

Not as planned.

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But, it will do.  Down around 22:00, perhaps as much as a quarter after if I thought closer to the hour?  I was so tired, again, when I went to bed, could make it to bed, that the last digits of time didn't stick.  The alarms were set for four and six.  I heard, and turned off, the four alarm.  Immediately.  I knew that wasn't going to happen.  I woke at 5:47... or so...  But there was no way I was getting up even then, nor at six when the alarm was set to go off.

So, I turned that one off ahead of time.  I wanted to be up, but there just wasn't a way.  And... I believed... I could still make it all work.  Just a little more sleep?  I hoped... I could wake reasonably.  I simply didn't have much choice in the matter.  I could either make myself extremely miserable, and probably crash anyway in a few hours, or try to get a bit more sleep and wake at a better time, in more control.

A few minor things.

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I finally got whiskers trimmed, and a shower.  Before that, I finally found the last blanket, the washed the two wool blankets.  I didn't get the other drying rack up, or take the stuff that is hanging on the one that is up, down of it.  So... took the blankets outside to air dry on the line.  

The sun was out just enough, I think, to get that process going well.  One of them wasn't in the sun, the other wasn't quite dry.  So I shifted them a bit, and I'll bet they are both dry now?  Will check now?  ...  Yes... dry, very.  Brought in.  And, while at it, I put most of the new other sheets into the wash.  A few duvet covers and one last sheet will be washed later.  Then mattress covers, if they arrive, will be washed tomorrow.  Then I should be all set up bedding, and weekly changes, plus quarterly mattress airing out, or more often if of a mood or seeing a need.

A reasonable sleep.

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Down a bout after 17:00, closer to the quarter after?  Awake at 5:09, or so.  I usually begin waking earlier, sometimes much earlier.  The last few night, I think, waking started within a half hour of waking.  That's... a better thing.  I hate when I begin waking in the middle of the night, and have to fight it to stay down.

My hand still hurts.  No bruise has surfaced.  Though it might just have been the bones in the hand that got dinged.  That miter saw has absolutely zero give, if you accidently backhand it.  Solid.  I don't remember doing that, but, when fussing with things that weight a lot, focus shifts to balancing, and lifting, the weight.  So other things can slip by without being noticed.  This must have been one of them.  All good, it's... slowly improving.

Still awake.

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Not in misery.  There is that.  Not exactly getting to anything.  Just... awake.  Slightly cold.  I think I'll turn the heat up, at least for a bit.

The hope is to take a shower, since I don't seem to be going down.  As well, to wash some or all of the bedding pieces which arrived.  All cotton, so it should wash well.  Mattress covers, sheets (hospital, not fitted), duvet covers, and... I think that is it.  But several of each, several types of some.  Experimenting.

Well, improving.

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Struggling through.  I was able to stay awake until 14:30?  Or so.  I starte waking at almost 20:00, but was able to stay down until 22:00.  An hour or two here, an hour or two there, over a while, it is hoped that days can be had again.  For what it serves.  Lately, days have been rather dark.  Not nighttime dark, but dark enough so that it doesn't quite matter, or cold enough, or wet and cold enough, that it... feels like permanent bedtime.

Fine, though.  I'll keep at it.  Rough, extra tired from pushing, but... I like the struggle.  I have learned to embrace the pain, misery, and found the life is better if one just nods to that, acknowledging it, then shrugs and goes on.  It isn't even all that bad.  Just... something to realize.  If one must suffer, might as well take note just to show, the next time, that you can climb back up.  Or, if it becomes that time, that resting in the grave isn't all that bad either.  Suffer, until you don't.  But don't let that get between you and your goals, efforts... as much as possible.

I'm not sure I believe.

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But the... notification arrived?  I'm too tired to think.

Or argue.

An very odd warm day.

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Raining, or sprinkling, on and off all night.  Not a bad thing, just... it's February!  It is 43 out this morning.  Crazy.  Ten to thirty above normal?  More.  And it has been rather warm all winter.  The rain is good, there is there.  Hopefully snowing in the mountains.  As weird as things are, there is no guarantee.

With important items arriving today, I want to keep aware.  One item has been delivered.  Though whether it is actually two items in one package or just one item, I haven't yet determined.  Four items, I was informed would be arriving together, in two packages.  Thought... that may not be the truth of things.  I could see two of the items arriving as a single bundle.  However, what arrived should have been with another item?  Even if they weren't bundled together.  But only the one item is here.

Not much.

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I did cook the top sirloin.  It was pretty good.  It was a smaller piece, an end cut.  So I ate most of it.  I couldn't eat more, there wasn't enough to save.  Then would have been a good time to have a dog.   Sassy just doesn't eat steak, very often.  Almost never top sirloin.

Oh, about that.  I tried two inch thick cuts this time.  Not... the best.  I mean, it is a mean steak.  But, it doesn't work well at that thickness.  An inch and a half is about perfect, to my tastes.  For ribeye?  Sure, two inches works.  I'll bet it also works with new york strip, t-bone, and porterhouses.  Just not chewier, leaner, cuts.  It wasn't bad, it's texture was just off.  A bit too chewy.

Finally.

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I got out, to the post, and that.  Then remembered to check the steak.  It seemed okay so got the grill going.  Wow.  Took all day to do that little bit more.  No, haven't looked out how to set up a cabinet, or thereabouts, solo.  However... if I can find a hammer, and heavier nail?  I might be able to craft a swivel point, and, then, maybe put a holding point on the other side... leveling it as I go.  Then... maybe... get that working?  Maybe.  Still, I'll look.

I am planning on crafting homemade ketchup, and then barbeque sauce.  Of a keto nature.  Not sure it will work, but I have some recipes, and some of the ingredients in... some on the way.  Why?  Because sugar really will screw with you.  Those who only drink a few sodas a week?  Cool.  but when sugar is in everything you eat, or effectively the carb counts?  You might as well be drinking three or four sodas a day.  It's bread, breading, past, many vegetables, all fruits, honey, other sweeteners, and so much else.  Just... saying.

Awake a bit before nine.

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Down between one and two.  I just couldn't get to bed, no matter how tired I felt.  Trying to just stay seated upright drew all the focus I could muster until... I finally... broke the spell?

Sleep was good once it started.  I slept more warmly than yesterday night, but it is already 38 outside?  So it is simply warmer.  I didn't have the door to the downstairs open.  But I did leave the furnace up at 72.  A conscious, if not better, idea?  Oh, but I am no longer turning the furnace higher.  I am starting to keep it at just 72.  Spring is here.  At some point, I may turn it down even to 68.  Though, if I do that, I won't boost it during the day... as long as it is in the mid 30's out there, I should be fine.

Almost to a step now.

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Down around 19:00, again.  Up at two.  But, this time, I have the alarms set for two and four.  Now to put the breaks on, if possible.  I've got two to four hours of skid time.  Will be attempting to get back to days.  And so it starts.  It'll... last as long as it does.  

I has warmed up out there.  Earlier (the actual morning, after sunup), it got up to 4 degrees.  Almost a warm spell.  But this early dark morning?  It's way up, to 8 degrees F!  I'm thinking about a sun tanning session.  Drats, I don't have a thing to wear.  And... that would be cruel and unusual punishment... to my neighbors.  Oh well.

Warm?

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Very strange.  Well, upstairs it was 52.  I was... fine, comfortable.  I did use the water bottle.  Just one, at two liters, is a little small.  I'll admit that.  I will see if I can find something about double that size.  Having size 15 feet doesn't help, and that is where I use it.  Still, it was... better than nothing.

My feet had gotten cold.  Not from going outside.  From wearing no socks the rest of the day, and sitting in this front room.  Blocks o' ice.  So, yeah, that wasn't good.  I kept hoping to get a shower in, but it never got finished.  Bleh.  So I froze my feet waiting on a plan that never took place.

Awake.

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Woke just after noonthirty.  Not feeling great, but not as bad as it has been.  The aches and pains are back, but lightly.  The toe knuckle isn't screaming, isn't even swollen?  The skin on the feet still burn, if more gently.  Hobbling about is doable, mostly.  And without agony, just slight suffering.

Exhausted, if not sleepy.  A form of being tired that simply means I don't have much energy, focus, or access to memory all that well, and yet can't really sleep.

Wow!

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I finally did close everything up.  And turned on the furnace, to 72.  I gamed for a while, a goodly while.  Making it through the game.  Doing the parts I didn't like, wasn't succeeding at.  But... making it, this time.  The clues are impossible.  I just don't understand some of what they are suggesting, to do, to go.

Then I decided to look around the web, and post.  It seemed rather cool up here.  And it is!  It's 68, up front, on the 29th?  That's crazy.  So, I checked outside.  It is 60 outside, at nearly 11:00?  That's absolutely... unlikely.  Oh, the sun is out.  It's shining.  For what little good that is doing. Wow.  Just wow.

Almost forgot.

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When one goes to an ER, not at the VA, even if sent through the VA, you have to call in within 72 hours, or so?  I was sent the number, but forgot to call.  I was going to do it last night, but crashed.  Then I meant to call first thing.  But it slipped.  Oh, that... could have been pricey.  So I got to it, hoping it was timely enough.

So tired, though.  Still awake, mostly trying to push through to remember to call.  Finally pulled the number down, then called.  Not too late.

Oh, that was pretty good.

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At first I wasn't sure.  It smelled... strange.  But, there was stuff in the oven.  I... need to clean that.  I have so much else to do, that won't be first on my list.  Especially since baking will be a rare thing for a goodly bit.  Still, it's... definitely on the list.  That might have been the problem.  Or... the off odor.

As for flavor?  Texture?  It reminded me of a pancake.  Say one that was sweetened, so that no syrup was needed.  But they were very good.  I make a seven by five?  Or so, casserole dish of it.  It cut into six parts, but I ended up eating them all.  Was hungry.  Still am, that isn't very much food.

I did get to bed.

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At 17:00, give or take five, if probably to the earlier side.  Here it is, 19:34 and here I sit.  Too hot, but the effects were the problem, not the general condition.  My eyes are dry as sandpaper.  As well, the wound had dried up, consumed all the collagen fluids and materials I had put in, as well as sealing tighter and tighter on my leg until it became the equivalent of a... skin-based tourniquet?  Something.

Oh, that was annoying me harshly.  The wound the worst.  I pulled the bandage, then put on a 6x6, that is supposed to breath, just adding a dab of standard triple anti-biotic or the other ointment, and 2x2 gauze for simple padding.  Tried to get back to sleep, but that area on my leg was killing me.

A pretty good sleep.

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It got to, at least, 92 outside.  I went down at around 14:30, after not sleeping yesterday or last night?  give or take, right?  Anyway.  I couldn't get right to bed.  Too... hot, tired, and bothered, initially.  But not from in here, but carrying the dose of that I got from being out there, and the bit of effort.  Doesn't take much these days, just... I know.  But it sticks with me until I can ease out of it.

All good.  It will help me keep my days in line, I am hoping.  I just woke here at 23:30, give or take a decade of minutes.  It was 81 upstairs, near my bed, 79 in the main room and up a bit higher.  But I was comfortable.  I'll tell you, eating true carnivore means heat doesn't get me quite as severely as it has for most of my ill adult life.

Awake.

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A bit after noon, and 60 F outside.  It's between 63/64 indoors in most of the house, though 68 in the front room, for now.  It takes a while for the computer, router, and myself to warm this area.  But... wow.  Very strange.  Fed Sassy and brushed my teeth first thing, this time.  I've not been brushing as regularly as I'd like, but I just can't... function.

Hot, cold, medium?  It just doesn't seem to matter.  I keep aiming higher, and failing to fire.  Never quite sorting out whether I would hit the target as I never pull the trigger on things.  Trying.  We'll see.  A shower in a bit.