Not much done, in a while.

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I feel good.  No terrible hurts, no aches or pains, not a headache this week.  I haven't been too hot or too cold.  Though, truth told, I'm not sure I would notice.  There is a certain condition that just seems to be outside of these things and more.  A disconnection to all, with all, external and even many internal affairs and events. {pic stolen from AoSHQ}

There are times when that is so potent I can't see, remember, feel, or know... or even not know.  Accidental transcendentalism, as I have called it.  It hasn't been around for a while, or to this depth and length for even longer.  And, yet, it isn't all consuming this time.  I suspect, with the heart in better condition, I don't just disappear down that particular rabbit hole.  I get to stay near the exit... entrance?  I can see out, I am in, I can almost pay attention... or really I do, if and when I do.  Ever watched a cat, sitting there looking at you, yet really not there?  You touch the animal and she jumps?  Not always, but sometimes.  That is how it is, or can be.

Ghosts are still here.  I don't think the girls can see them.  I've never seen them look.  They can sense them though, in different ways.  And they avoid me, even staying out of the room when the activity is heaviest.  They don't seem terribly perturbed, mostly.  It seems more as if they just don't like whatever is present.  Ghosts?  Spirits?  A mix I would say.  It is much off from the heavier times.  The activity fell to a... recent midlevel, then became a bit more sporadic, and has become those as a usual.  There is always the possibility that health has failed more than it seems, and these are just problems with low oxygen.  So I have been checking blood oxygen level, at least with the tools I can afford at home.  When I check it, it seems to be in the 95%~97%.  That... shouldn't be a problem.  Hmm, I'll check when activity is up.  Yeah... even for my own things?  I am a doubting Thomas.  What can I say.

Oh, about kreg pocket jigs?  Rather than just like, or not, I decided to do more thinking.  As if by chance, I stumbled upon a video that compares various connections.  Now, in absolute measures, the pocket jig is less, and far less, powerful of a connection than the others.  Is that much strength always needed?  No.  But when it is, it definitely needs to be considered.  There are reasons for the kreg.  Namely speed.  Now, you can make a jig yourself.  One that is just as fast or faster.  But it would require some decent shop chops itself, and would probably be limited to one width of wood.  Still, just... thinking.  I know if I decide to make cabinetry for the shop and kitchen, I will probably go with a kreg.  Just the number, the speed, the ease.  It is expensive, but comparing buying even cheap store-bought, plus installation (though even without), and the tool covers itself.  More so when time is money.  Oh, and the woodworker in this vid?  He does some crazy stuff.  Well, like his force scale.  He is a serious wood and mechanics nerd.  Yeah, I'm a bit jealous.  I just... I might end up trying some of what he does, but... yeah... no way I could do a lot of that.

Oh, I'll... try to figure out how to get out of the transcended state.  Meanwhile, the list hasn't changed.  Nothing has been done, mostly, and I am still technically functional.  I'll... see about things.  Later.

Just not moving fast.

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I thought the sun was up.  I am almost sure it was.  Then it wasn't.  I have eaten, which should help.  It isn't seeming to help though.  I realized the cave was a bit chill.  So I closed windows and turned the furnace up.  I thought that might help.  Not so much, although I feel better.  Whatever.  A shower, shortly, then dishes to soak, then laundry in and some folded?  I think so.

I have the bug spray ready.  I have the vinegar and salt together, I'll wait to add the dish soap for when the sun is actually out and going to be out for a while.  Preferably on a warm day.  Spring is just dragging on.  I am enjoying it, in one sense.  Even though I did better that last two summers, mostly, heat still frightens me.  I can put my hand in boiling water... if I can't pluck eggs out anymore at least I don't get scalded, I can grab a cast or steel pan from a 350~450 oven and not get burned, but I don't like environmental heat.  Even if I am doing better, it's... something about it.

Oh, the series I have been watching is about World War I.  Most of it... I studied history well when in my early teens.  Which is why I quit being a socialist.  If I hadn't read on into history, just going with the rhetoric from school indoctrination by relatively low IQ bot stampers, mother's emotional notions, and the foolishness of the classics and philosophy, I would still be an idiot.  But, no, history will teach you, quickly.  Especially if you really look at it.  Not in an academic, distant, manner... but you see all the lives lost.  Funny thing is, you will note how similar socialism, communism, royalty/nobility, and imperialism really are.  The only thing that shows some serious difference is capitalism.  It has it's flaws, but it's never in one man's hand to send a nation to disastrous warfare, genocide, or other such.

If capitalism was so bad, as many enemies as it has, it would not be supported by so many.  The ones who want it gone are the rich who don't wish to compete and every politician they can buy.  At this time, most politicians are terribly bought and by the wrong side.  Not sure how this will work out.  Not sure the election system can fix it, given that so many who vote risk nothing for voting for ruinous actions by the government.  Yeah, we are in worse shape than Europe.  Some suggest that we are inundated, but not by muslims.  I just suggest they look right south of our border and tell me what the difference is, exactly.  None.

Well, I should get a shower in.  Then a few other things.  Later.

Time flies.

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Dinner is being prepared.  I thawed corned beef a bit back.  I wasn't sure it would be good.  Surprisingly it was.  I wasn't going to fool with it if it wasn't, not an inch.  To be truth, if it wasn't good, I would have gone to town.  I didn't really want to cook.  Some of it will go for sandwiches, some, I hope, will go toward corned beef hash.  I'd like to try my hand at it.

Another day.

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A shower, first thing... after I wake.  Then setting up dishes to be washed, doing a load of laundry, and then handling some already washed laundry.  A break, then to the kitchen.  While sorting and clearing, I would also like to begin clearing the back hallway.  When I need a break from that, I'll take it then switch to clearing the bedroom.  I don't know where I'll get, or if I'll even start.  For now, that is the plan.

Dreaming, but not holding onto much.  The faces of people I should know.  Living, but in the cast of ghosts.  My sight isn't always correct with the time outside my sleep, something that took a while to get fully.  Sometimes I look back at these times from the future.  Though, that might not be it.  Sometimes I see from the immortal side of the veil.  As such, all are ghosts... just spending their time, which on my side, in a way, even if synced up, is... already gone.  Don't worry your little head about it.  You will understand in your time, those of you with souls.

Just a wee cranky, of body, this 'morning'.  Not enough to even consider painkillers.  I figure a bit of setting, then working, will get it going well enough.  Even though, without the drywall which was damaged in places, the bathroom eastern floor is a bit wrecked, being both clean, and having that project finally started, pleases me every time I go in.  Something about it all, and the potential for more... both there and elsewhere.  I even found a tool which might help me map my electrical, then tabs for labeling.

With the back hallway beginning to be cleared, finding the chalk line marker will be happening sooner rather than later.  And, yes, I already have the drywall to replace the old.  I will need to cut it, paste and tape it, probably put screws here and there, then... oh right... I suspect I will just paint that whole bathroom.  Next month I'll see about plastic to cover, and tape, then by July I will be ready to buy paint.  If I do both bathrooms in the same color, that wouldn't be bad... I could get enough for both, and aim to have the en suit cleared and ready for painting by then?  YES!  I think I can.  Having targets makes hitting them much easier?  :p  Well, it DO!

Later.

Time is slipping, weather changing.

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It did not stay lit, the sun either never quite rising forth or going back to hiding rather quickly.  I cannot say for sure.  I was unable to muster beyond that last plan.  Though other things are on my mind.  Daydreams of dread deeds, whispers of war and intrigue.  Dark things on the horizon.  Dark things indeed.

Well, and it seems some one is musically asking or accusing me of being damned.  Of the damned, no doubt.  Other than saying with certainty that I worship the God of Abraham and Isaac and so on, the Father of the Christ, the Christ, and the Holy Spirit which are one in three, I can say no more.  If this makes me heretic or worse, in your eyes, then certainly... go with it.  Do as you must.  I have a post, prepared earlier, almost ready.  Today?  A week?  A month?  Ever?  It is.  Whether it will be shared, finished and shared, or not...  Oddly, it doesn't matter.  Naughty children seem to find things behind my blind.  I can tell.  Not a tech, mostly, but that isn't how I see in the dark.  And, yes, I saw.

A bit more tinkering with one of the new toys.  It indicates there is work to do, electrically.  I am also learning how to solve issues, how to check for possible solutions when faces with a lot of work otherwise, and what to do when it... really must be done... the hard work.  Nothing, to a degree, that I didn't know.  Just... trying to find other ways when the work is daunting.

The darkness has taken my legs out from under me.  Bedtime, again, shortly... very shortly.  Oh, but I finished a poem, only a part... and bastardized part... of which I had heard, then read.  The name?  I knew not, until this reading.  It is "America: A Prophecy", I believe... by William Blake.  There is much I do not fully understand.  What I can say is... I understand some large portion of it... perhaps too large of a portion.  But not from having read it before.  To be honest, though, it is everywhere.  It is in far more than most think.  Even so, that is not where I learned these things.  Are they sure, the truth?  If what I suspect is true... maybe.  I will have to study.  Certain terms he uses may not be as I suppose them.  And... it is old form English.

Oh, but for now, for today, bedtime.  Good... day, night, morning?  Nah, but good afternoon too.  Time isn't relative, but it... sure is.  *wink*

Oh, yeah, didn't see that either.

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Mostly.

Someone added the derivative of earth to the rain raised to e, multiplied that by a fraction of the cosmos, then extrapolated fire and green in order to combine that into a fractal, all that to be divided into zero and still come up with a useful function.  (No worries, physics relies on that to be true... or it to be wrong).  The notion that was spit out could be true, if it were.

Didn't see that coming.

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(He is lying through his teeth.)

Well, we'll see.  *blink blink*

Bits at a time.

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Nothing fancy.  Some tools have been pooled, dishes have been collected and are ready to be washed.  A few of them have... oil? in them?  Something.  A couple of carafes were so gunky that I am soaking them separately.  One of them might have egg whites in it?  I just... don't know.  It got put out of sight, in something else, under more.  The other one I just... anyway.  Two out of fifty is not bad.  More since they are small items, easy to soak on their own.

A shower, shortly.  Then I'll set the main dishes to soak.  Then I'll start laundry.  I've actually been doing quite a few, if little, small, short, bits of work.  I think I will get this list of things going rather quickly too.  Further, I believe I will get the house plants in to be watered and given some hot steam to please their vegetal souls, while doing the rest.  Then?  Then I'll get outside for a bit this morning.

I would like to water everything, spray for bugs, along the outside perimeter, then put the weed spray together to see how well it works.  Salt, dish soap, and vinegar.  I'll have to find the ratios... or one set of them.  I thought it was a gallon of vinegar, an half cup of salt, and a tea- or table- spoon of dish soap?  I'd probably go with more dish soap and more salt.  I'm thinking more like two cups of salt and an half to whole cup of dish soap.  I'll then put that on the weeds growing in the cracks of my driveway.

After that?  As I suggested, more in the kitchen, then on the to main bedroom.  Perhaps a call to whoever handles disposal, to see about the costs involved with a large metal bin for a month.  I won't be ordering that, as I suggested.  Not this month.  I won't be buying the lawnmower this month either.  I can do that next month, but it's... just a bit much right now.  Too many things going on.  Should be well ready by next month.  Well, the mower.  Not sure about the larger trash bin.  I'll need time to get things ready to go anyway.  *shrug*

More and more.  I'll keep at it.  The bathroom is back in prime shape... at least until I can find the chalk line, or replace it.  Not that expensive, I just hate doing that, when I know I have one somewhere.  Time is money, and peace of mind, though, so...  Of course, what I have left to cut is easy, up and away, and only, at most, an inch of drywall.  It will clean back up just fine.  So I will probably mop sometime in the next day or two.  It would be nice to have the kitchen ready to mop as well, with the bathroom and little 'L' hall between the two ready now.

Sometime this week I would like to clear the back entrance hall, sweep, mop, and sort tools and expendables there as well.  I have various oils and varnishes, specialized bug sprays, and various things like that out there which need to be cleared.  I don't like putting that stuff in the garage, not where it might freeze.  I should go through it, though, and toss what was deemed a failure or what I no longer use, need, or want.  Then I can get my tools and bits more suitably sorted out.  Work, work, work, and more work.  But I am loving it.  Later.

Dinner and a series.

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I actually used all of the first batch of beans and beef.  So, yesterday, since I didn't pick up other foods and I still had some hamburger and several cans of beans, I made another, smaller, batch.  That, too, is now gone.  While my hunger comes and goes now, the main part of it, the starvation edge of the thing, is mended.  Now, once or twice every few days, I get a regular hunger.  It isn't "for" anything, like bread or beans or potatoes or meat... it is just raw hunger.  I need some serious volume.  I was neglecting it.  Tea won't do.

I looked through something else that arrived in the last packet of orders... a drill set with countersinks.  I have wanted a set of these for a long time.  There have been times when I wanted them, had to do without.  Yes, you can do without.  But do you really like to do without?  Especially when it really is called for?  My problem was deciding which type to get.  I ended up ordering two sets.  One, this one, with drills attached, then another which are just cutter knobs on the end of bits.  I was looking the kind that arrived, the ones with attached bits, and was a bit surprised, and pleased.

Waking into minor chaos.

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When I first woke, I felt a bit bad, then worse, then really much better, than a few pegs down from that.  There was not efforts involved.  I wondered if I was still half dreaming, and falling down a slope, hurting when I hit, feeling better when airborne, never quite enough awake to figure out what was happening.  Now, more fully awake, I am positive that isn't the case.  So... I guess my body was just figuring things out.

I almost forgot.

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I finally got to some of the last paperwork (that I knowingly remember).  Something about digital secure messaging, which ended up not being too messy.  I still had the files I had downloaded, then sent, recently.  So I sent them again, in this way.  Bleh.  I explained that planting and other work had sort of gotten the better of me.  Not that they really care, just saying.

It is about time to crash.  The tub is ready for a shower when I get out, or a bath then a... no... too much work.  Just a short nap, or long, I don't know, then... some other things when I wake.  I was hungry, again.  Supper was good, but I... made more beans and beef.  I ate the last of the bread.  I still have more of the mixture left, I'll have to use tortillas from now on.  It is fixing the hunger, but probably jacking blood sugar.  I'll... figure that out, in time, too.  While I am buying cooked meats, I might pick up greens and other veggies, try to kick back to keto... that and if I can eat enough in short periods (actually as I have been... one meal a day... but not keto or even low carb so no go) I might get back into intermittent fasting.  First for the days, then for multiple days.  I think I can, I think I can, I...  I really do.

Nap time.  Good morning and day.  Hope to see you before noon.

Well, I am getting there.

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After a little geo engineering,  a bit of practice, and some crawling around, I was able to get the tool in there to both my, and the task's, satisfaction.  I was not able to find my chalk line, but that is on the way.  When I do I will have a simple task of creating a line and removing, perhaps, an inch off the top.  Right, but I got the bulk of it done.  I simply need to fine tune the job.

I found a face mask, but it was terrible.  It had two elastic bands, one of which broke while initially donning the thing.  Then the thing would not truly fit on my nose and over my chin both at the same time.  After only a minute or two of fussing with it while trying to work, the other band broke.  *cough, cough cough, cough*  I simply could not work without something.  Hmm... maybe some low-tech?  A bandanna?  Would IT fit.  I bought the biggest ones I could find, and I can't remember if I tried them.  Oh, but it would have to be wet, or that dry dust would get through.

Perfect!  Mostly.  I was just able to tie the very tips of the square.  Good enough though.  And, wetted, it kept the dust better than the shot mask ever had.  Back to it.  After cutting what I could, as straight as I could, I did the clean up.  Dry dust, parts of drywall, bits of wood and plaster from the old wall behind it.  I removed the screws I found, dug down into the basin around the wall, swept and plucked and got it cleaned.  Nice.

Then I finally finished that load of dishes.  All is dry, most of it is put up.  Next, after I rest a bit, a shower.  That wore me out more than I thought it would.  Stooping, don't you know?  Both for the dishes and for cutting the base drywall, and getting the oscillating saw in amongst the pipes and toilet and all.  I put a replacement pot of tea on when I finished... just...  I keep four in the fridge.  I try to keep them full.  Rotate.  This will be an extra pot of tea, for when I finish the next half gallon jug.  I like to be ahead.

Yeah, rest, then paperwork.  I don't know after that.  I wanted a nap.  Maybe after the paperwork?  Maybe.  Later.

I am getting to it.

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I have refilled the dish rinse twice.  Why?  I keep timing out.  If the water is too cold the dishes won't dry well.  This time, though, I pulled out the oscillating saw, set it up, and began cutting out the baseboard drywall.  I was right, the walls are slat and mud... or such... behind the drywall.  There is no vapor barrier.  Though this is a dryer area.  Not sure that actually, truly, matters.  Anyway, I went to it.

I had thought, or hoped, the oscillating saw would get in behind the toilet, but it doesn't look like it will.  Maybe, if I angle it in and back?  I am nervous about chipping the toilet or causing some other very unhappy damage with the tool back in there.  I will tinker with it, unplugged, for a while.  If all else fails, perhaps a chisel, sharpy, hammer, large and small flathead screwdrivers, and a lot of patience?  I don't mind, I'd just rather... be done with it now.

I like the little tool.  I can see where it can come in handy, especially for work that won't be visible or rough choring something so that all that might remain is sanding.  It weighs more than I thought it would, but that is generally, to my ways and nature, a good thing.  I hate when I go to grab a tool and feel as if I am holding a feather.  That is for... other men.  I like to know I have a tool in my hand.

Oh, next time I go to work in a smaller area, and see that it is kicking up dust, I will wear a mask.  I have several around, somewhere.  Before I do more tinkering I do believe I will find some... even those simple formed paper looking things.  I should get better masks though, due to the age of this house and all else.  Live and learn... it is hoped.

I'll look for the whatever mask I can find right quick, finish the cuts however I must, sweep in there again, hit the dishes, take a shower, than relax for a bit.  Then check out that paperwork.  I'm... getting going.  Later.

A bite and a headache.

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I did get the dishes ready.  A hot rinse, so they can be dried easily.  Then I ate supper, which was brought and in the fridge.  A headache is forming.  Some sort of muscle tension thing.  I don't know the cause, I do have a probably cure... a few anacin.  I keep promising to take some, then not doing so.  This time I will.  It works well, when I don't forget to take them.

After the dishes, I do believe I will get the oscillating tool out and check it over, get the right blade, and then get to it.  Then I'll sweep before showering.  Oh, and after my shower I will put the houseplants in for their wetting and sauna.  The jade pothos is doing well, the gold one has issue.  Gah!  Very minor issues though.  Hmm, I may actually do research regarding that.  It's just a few leaves on one side.  Though, to be honest, it looks like too much water.  Weird.  They are in different types of pots though, which might be it.  One is a solid pot, the other... for the golden pothos... is one of those "self-watering" pots... if the name and function don't make sense to me.  Hmm... yeah, I'll research.

I think I might get to some things tonight.  Though, too, in a bit, I will take a nap, then, later, when I wake, take another shower and maybe get in to town for several buckets o' food.  While I took care of the hard starvation problem with five or six 2 to 3 pound meals in the last three days (?has it been?), I am still on some edge of famine.  I want food here, and ready, so I can work, and if need be feast.  Something is... different.  A good thing, so long as I feed it, I think.

Later.

Curiosity.

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While waking, and thinking about the bathroom, I had... a notion.  I could, while making this, build the counter, sink, and all, to my height.  Why?  Because I hate living in a miniature world made for smaller beings.  If I am going to do this, why not make it sized for myself.  Oh the joy!  As with the kitchen, if I redo counters.  They will be elevated.

Now, I was thinking, however, that while this would be good for me, it might not be perfect for a woman, or the next owners.  So?  Well, not in this job, directly, but what about another sink?  I wondered if there would be special plumbing, or a system to make sure the two would work together.  I went looking.

It seems not.  When merging drain pipes, there are better ways... more of an angle and a longer arc (for code, but also for practical reasons, such as being able to get a drain snake through).  Other than that, there really isn't an issue.  Now, as I wrote, I won't install two sinks.  I will make one adjustment, however.  I will raise the area for half of the top floating shelf run, to accommodate my comfort.  The other side will be lower, for easy installation of another sink.  I might even run pipes of various sorts in that direction, then simply cap them, for ease of future work.  It wouldn't cost much, and would become plainly understandable to anyone poking their nose in there, if the notion struck them.

Hmm...  I best set up the dishes to a refreshed rinse, get something to eat, and then really get going with my day.  After dishes I will take a closer look at that digital paperwork.  Later.

A better start than the last stop.

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When I hit the wall yesterday, I hit it hard.  Even then I couldn't just drop.  Things. to. do.  I did get some things done.  It doesn't look like that was enough.  No response.  Working with me isn't fun, but working with most businesses isn't fun either.  They seem, mostly, just to want to hassle.  Or they don't know what they are doing.  Many seem to be quota hire companies where as many people try to be involved as possible.  Not to do the work, but to be able to say they were involved with something, so continued to deserve a paycheck.  Few if any of them seem competent.  First, don't get in pissing contests with clients.  That's not how it works.  I may find another company.  For now, however, I need to check on something else.  After I finished the information transfer, which was a brutal task to enact for the first time... especially in my state... I realized there was some sort of paperwork they wanted me to read or fill out.  I wasn't willing or able to do one more new and stupid dog and/or pony trick.  I'll try to figure that out now... or this evening, when I wake.

I do hope to get the dishes and laundry going.  As well, I think I can cut the drywall and finish cleaning the bathroom.  Having taken out the trash and begun collecting some of the dishes, the kitchen is starting to take better shape.  If not today, soon I will rip and tear and get things back in order.  Shoveling and planting chewed into my biomechanical heart.  Hopefully I can get it all back on track before long.  Long past my inception date yet here I am.

My no. 5 plane arrived today.  For all the turd U.S. union workers complaints, I can easily see that it will work.  It may need some tlc.  But for the price, compared to high end units, it will end up working just as good.  Further, I suspect that even the high end planes may need tuning right out of the box.  I have learned not to believe anything from certain groups.  Look.  If they want Americans to work, they have to end feminism and unions.  Both of which support each other and helped break wages for husbands, while STILL raising the costs for the goods to a point that... while having broken wages... most Americans can't afford.  Choices.  Consequences.  I would like at least one more plane, a block plane, for sure.  I may, in time, end up buying new, used, high and low grade, to... experiment.  Or not.  Depends more on time than much else.

With this plane, after it's cleaned up, and with practice, I can do a number of things.  Even boards for a true fit, flatten wood with even rather aggressive material removal as scrub plane, and a few other things.  This, from a number of woodworkers, would be the one if they could only have one.  While many would prefer a low plane, that was outside of my range right at the start.  I just wanted one with which to... begin tinkering.  The next one will be a little higher quality, but not much.  If I end up using and liking them, perhaps next year, or over winter, I might purchase some used ones to tune and sharpen, then use.

Well... I should get on to waking.  I was down right at eight hours again.  It's what I prefer.  Later.

I hate it when I hit this wall.

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Collecting, removing, and getting the trash to the road simply wore me out.  Well, there was cat littler and a few other things.  As well, it is late, as my day might be considered.  My ability to push through is limited right now, and failing fast.  I just can't "do".  I see what is needed, but focus and energy... I'll be pushing.  Still, I'll see what I can do.  I thought about a nap, but I am all but sure that if I took a nap I wouldn't wake until... much later... well into the evening.  Frustrating.

Yeah, I'll give it a shot.  If I can do just the one, sending in paperwork, I may crash.  All else can wait, I think.  Yeah.  I haven't quite blown a rod, perhaps a number of gaskets?  I don't know, something.  I can still go, just not far or fast, and only probably.  Good night.
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Done, the banking information figured out, collected, and sent anyway.  I am skewing sideways and down at a terrible pace.  Nothing else will be done.  Green about the gills, sore, tired.  Sleep will happen or I will get ill.

Still not doing much or fast.

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I did get the water reset for the dishes.  Then got the trash collected, cat little changed while at that, then got it all out and the the big bin to the roadside.  I think I did it in time.  I need to attempt some paperwork for business, and get my mortgage paid.  Ugh, and more.

I am still hoping, after the paperwork and payment, to finish the load of dishes out there, get a shower in, do a load of laundry while I dry, then put fold and put away laundry while at it all.  Who knows though.  Tired, drained, and off... I stayed up too long yesterday.  I realize I have been getting calls.  But either the phone wasn't ringing through or I was so focused I didn't realize it.  Oh, and someone put up the bird house.  I have a guess who, and a bit perhaps why.  Still, that's... good.  If, at some point, I would like to get it down and tinker with it... but later, when I have the right tools, time to sand, prime, and paint.  Yeah.  All good.

I'd better get back to things, before I time out.  The paperwork and payment are primary.  I'll see if I can get them to work.  Perhaps send some stuff from my bank to my email, then pass that on?  Ackh.  I usually can do things, I just hate learning certain sorts of things on the fly.  Later.  Or good nig... well... good morning and day.

Well?

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I'm not moving fast or well.  On the other hand, I am not in pain, drained, stretched, pushed, or fried.  Mostly.  I think I might get to some things even yet.

While I have been thinking on things, for the bathroom, the plank floating vanity has been the real stickler.  I haven't been able to find a good example.  Finally, this evening, I found something that... is as close as I have seen... other than in pictures.  This is a diy video.  Now, it isn't exact.  I am thinking along the lines of two planks, unconnected.  As well, at least in theory, I would love to have the planks double that thickness, or more.  As I might have mentioned, however, that may not be practical or affordable.  More, I would like them to be a glossy black.  I don't think I could afford that thick of planks of ebony woods, and am not sure there is any type of black wood which would actually polish up.  I suppose their are coatings.  Still, probably out of my price range... without serious scrimping.

The idea, really, is to have two planks, parallel, of equal length and thickness, one below for towels and sundry, the top for general use plus the sink and faucet.  I suppose I could create a box, with miter cuts.  I can't swear my circular saw, or me using it, can provide the 45 degree cuts needed to make a hidden faux think plank from better grades of plywood.  It is possible, if I go slow, practice, and am willing to lose until I win/learn.  I... wouldn't mind so much.

The planning is coming closer.  What needs to come out, what needs to go in, techniques, materials, and most other things.  Still, I need a few more tools (to my mind).  I need to make the purchases for several of these things.  I will, in that very small room, go with an exceedingly bright white.  It truly needs it, being a pocket room with one small window that, at the best, only gets dim light even on the brightest days.  Something about a bright bathroom... to me... more so since I wish to use such a dark flooring and woodwork... though I may end up moderating everything?  I have time... I'll be thinking on it.  I wish I could see a mock up, even digital...  Perhaps I can run colors off and set them in places to get some notion... rather inexpensively, or even nearly freely, if I beg, borrow, and... well... I'll not steal.  Not in a literal way.

Oh, I best get the trash together, and cat litter going.  Then reset the dishes if needed.  Plus get some business ready and going.  Later.

The bathroom.

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No, the one that has been out of commission for a long time.  Part of the problem was deciding what, exactly, to do.  Some of the little things were vexing.  If you have never worked in construction before, or even done smaller projects, a whole room, especially a bathroom, can be daunting.

I have the water heater for in there, a new toilet, but I still need to remove a large mirror glued to the wall, a vanity, the old toilet, plus add a floor drain or two, remove the old flooring and perhaps work on the subfloor, install new flooring, the toilet, add or create something to replace the vanity, install a sink and faucet, add a medicine cabinent... one that goes into the wall, and perhaps install lighting.  Okay, fair enough, that is quite a lot.  More so for a noob.

Being that I have chosen and purchased a toilet and water heater, have a sink and faucet selected if not yet purchased, having practiced soldering copper piping, and with some ideas and now tools to create shelving or mock plank shelving, I am getting closer.  I am looking at the options for various other parts.

For the flooring, I must admit, despite my want of marble or other real stone, and that it is affordable given the size of the bathroom, there are reasons not to purchase such.  The complexity isn't so much of an issue, nor price.  It is more that the floors would be cold.  There is a way to install heated floors, which would add to the cost, and complexity, but are still doable.  It is just that... all in all... that really isn't worth it.

Vinyl plank flooring is easy enough.  And, to help with the cold, felt subfloor topping would help.  And the whole system is so much easier to install, doesn't require treatments once or twice a year, and can be replaced wholesale or by parts in a snap, make it the best choice.  Even more, it stands up to water fart better.  While I am working on that I will also do a bit for a creak or two in there.

More?  I think that is how I will go in the kitchen too.  This will be practice, and an idea about how much the price will be.  The real question is, in the kitchen, do I want to redo the cabinetry first?  To be honest, I actually do.  I think there might be water damage.  I would like to get in and fix some of that.  As well, I would like to raise the height of the counters... perhaps even building in a false raised floor for shorter people to still be able to use the counters.  Do short... uhrm... people feel uncomfortable working on slightly elevated counters?  I just don't know.  I definitely fee it when working on too short... standard... counters.  Lower back.

Oh, I suspect, through the next year or so, I can begin purchasing bits as I can.  Say, next month, purchasing enough planks for the room, plus an extra 20% for mistakes, various irregular cuts, and replacements for future damage.  The month after that, perhaps, the underlayment, and so on.  An hundred to two a month, every other month, and I should have almost everything laid in for the work.  Then, when I go to do it, even if I am missing something, it won't be a problem.  It is so much easier to hit a job when you can do it all at once.  Oh, and, perhaps, during the hot summer months, when I can run the ac in there and enjoy it, do the destruction.  The next time I am in town, when the big boxes are open, I will get longer slats... to begin removing the mirror.  Hmm, I will check my stocks, see if I have something that would work before buying even small amounts of anything.  I hate wasting money.

Nap?  Yeah.  Later.

Right at eight hours..

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On the dot as memory serves, and it is serving well.  I woke with a minor achy notation to life, one I have decided to attempt to banish with anacin.  It's not nearly as bad as it can be, has been recently.  Because of this, however, I really think that getting of rid of it might open today to a Herculean effort.  If life is stacked against me, death is my kin.  An uncle and brother are various components of said.  Still not sure if their grants through their license are a kindness or cruelty.  But that is for their part.  For my part, I'll take it.  If anacin furthers my reach, at certain points, then so be it.

Instead of tossing the laundry soap, I simply added water to it so it wouldn't dry out too much.  I'll change clothes again, after I finish dishes and take a shower.  Adding those worn clothes to the wash.  Not towels.  I am using towels twice, two times to dry my body, but on the second dry it becomes the new floor drop.  When it dries, it then goes to the wash.  I have tried to make them last longer.  And they will.  But sometimes they can get musty and need to be heavily worked with a double or triple wash with baking soda, then vinegar, and then maybe a clean wash.

If I get these things going, then I need to get the trash and cat litter changed, cut the drywall, clean the bathroom, set another load of dishes, hit the kitchen, and get some paperwork going before tomorrow dawns.  The paperwork is primary, but should be easy enough.  Should be.  Gah!  I may need a nap somewhere in there.

Either "today" or "tomorrow" (life in the third lane is confusing at times) I would like to get in and purchase larger food options.  A big bucket of chicken, a large portion of "barbecued" brisket (minus the sauce), perhaps some of the better sides there, and... something else... perhaps a pale of beans and rice from somewhere.  Nothing fancy.  Just... stuff so that I can work heavy, eat heavy, and not mess up like I did.  I am still eating two to three pound meals a couple times a day.  HUNGRY.  I just weighed in, and I am weighing what I should (not being on keto or intermittent fasting).  Right at 280.  Odd how I can eat like that and not gain a ton.  I am truly curious what I can do eating as my body says to eat for a while... at least until I tickle out the hunger.  Until I get ahead of that devastating hunger, I have to eat or my body will hurt and I won't be able to work.

Anywhile... that's the plan.  Good day... night... morning.

I think I have been awake for far too long.

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I think.  Actually, after looking back, the time stamp on the last first of the morning post was at 11:57 yesterday.  That isn't the right time, it's two hours one way or the other... often.  Even so, that means I have been awake for twenty five or twenty seven hours.  I'm really not in shape to be awake that long.  Food, though, helps.  As well, more sun and warmer temps.  It certainly wasn't something I was trying to do.  It just happened.

I only did some work.  A bit of this and that, washing dishes, setting them to a soak, and I have a load of laundry ready to go.  I had hoped to shower, so as to change clothes and put the dirty clothes in.  That just didn't quite get done.  Even without a shower, I might as well change clothes and put the worn stuff in with the rest, and let it go.  Yeah...  I would, but I have already poured the soap.  I don't want it to get tacky in there.  Hmm... actually I won't.  I can easily remove the tray, but dealing with mold and mildew, should I forget, is a much more negative issue.  I will change clothes and get the worn in though.  Might as well wash out the soap now, while it is, probably still easy to get out.  Bleh.

I am definitely between waking and sleeping.  Stuck.  I'll keep at it though.  Perhaps this will help me kick night and day back around, which will allow me to sleep in the real dark, and cool of night.  I'll... keep working on it.  Though whether I can stay up this late again tomorrow is improbable.  It's a kick-start, but there will be a few steps back I think.  Or, that's how it usually happens.  Good night.

The dreamer awakens?

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Seeing isn't always believing.  But faith cannot demand sight.  Take your pick or let what is be, allowing for what is as you already surely know.

Rough getting going.

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I did reset the dishes to a fresh soak, ate a meal quite a bit earlier, fed and gave treats to the girls, but that's been it... so far.  I am hoping to do more.  I would like to wash the dishes, get a shower, round up the trash and get it out, rinse then dry the dishes and then set up as many of the remaining dishes, pots, and pans for a clean, then go to bed?  Whatever.  Oh, and if I can, I would like to cut the drywall out.

I also cleaned the toilet and surrounds, just a bit.  I'll still have to sweep and mop the floor, so that doesn't affect cutting drywall.  I will be cautious, in case there is vapor barrier behind.  If it's there, and I do cut it... depending on some things, repairing or replacing isn't too much of an issue.  There is a tape for that.  I think those walls are new enough that if they went by code there will be vapor barrier backing.  Now, mind you, no judgements.  The reality is, code, while it can be a good thing, is just as often a means of pricing things out of the hands of normal people AND jacking up the costs of construction... for government and big biz manipulations (which are why we have gone over a financial cliff).  Hitting bottom will, in time, fix this.  But that hit will hurt.

Is vapor barrier a real health thing?  People have lived without it for all of history.  Paint me skeptical.  Most code, at this point, seems to be about white collar unions and government bureaucracy.  Both of which, in the conflagration, will be hung or run off into the sea... often without boats.  Unless it is a public space, the government really needs to back off.  Or become much more approachable... working with homeowners and such as assistance not as weaponized bureaucrats.  Including helping to lower costs even if the wire isn't the exact right color, so long as it is somehow labeled and arranged correctly.

Is Trump doing some of this?  I would say yes.  From what I can tell he is probably doing as much as he can.  With the judiciary weaponized against the people, and their will, plus with the Republican party being more Democrat than anything else, at the federal level at least, draining the swamp... is difficult.  Just getting them to fulfill their (congressional) promises is unlikely.  They haven't been keeping any of their promises since Reagan, before Reagan really.  I am actually rather surprised that Trump is, or is attempting, to keep his promises or insinuations.  Some of that was spewed in a forked tongue manner.  That IS politics.  That not all of it was?  We'll see.  The trick, the hard part, is getting any support from congress.  That and dealing with a rogue judiciary.  He, Trump, still has my vote to do what is necessary.  If the judiciary has to be stripped and rebuilt, so be it.  As for congress, that is elected.  That, like the presidency, is up to us.  Some of them have to go to prove some points... even if it hurts.

Oh, right... to get to work.  Later.

Woodworking?

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I am definitely headed that way.  For many and varied reasons.  If needed, new cabinetry in the house.  Though certainly shop tables and devices, even if I simply do hobby work.  I am slowly filling out my electrical and mechanical tool inventory.  The bigger ticket items will just have to wait, such as the table saw and crosscut saw.  This month I purchased an oscillating saw and a jigsaw, plus what is needed for those.  Next on my list, probably, is a plunge/static router kit... one with enough power to do anything I might need in a home shop.  Then, hopefully, a a table saw.  Though, that isn't necessarily going to be the next few pay checks.  I could, but I burn out on buying tools, and need this or that for other projects, wants, and needs.

There are ways to work around a lack.  Jigs.  There are jigs for, probably, any tool.  Sometimes the jigs simply enhance or expand on typical uses for a given tool.  Sometimes they help one tool replace another, say a jig that might help replace a table saw.  There will always be holes in what any given jig can do in the way of filling in for another tool.  A bit of creativity helps, but it isn't always enough.  And, yet, one way or another, even without a prime tool, a job can be figured out.  It just might take more time, more effort, and their might end up more mistakes.  If, too, that is how skill is acquired.  You can make your jig, or buy a pre-made one.

Not better, not worse.

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I found a place between here and there and it's as good as it gets for now.  I've been watching videos, ate another portion, and... just... hoping to do a bit more.

Some of the videos I like to watch, when nothing is moving, is a fellow who... is doing what I would like to be doing.  I don't know if he is an engineer, or what exactly he does.  Scratch that.  He definitely isn't a technical engineer.  He might be R&D, a field tech, a few other things, but engineers don't, or rarely, urhm... know what they are doing.  Don't hate the truth, or me for telling it.

Awake, fed, but just not feeling it.

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I can't sleep and I can't wake.  It's not the worst of this sort of trap, but it is enough that I'm not getting things right.

Beef and beans, heated... tortillas, and milk.  I chopped half an onion, added some of the cheese, all good.  I have finally found that adding less cheese truly is better than adding more.  Just a taste.  So many things I have learned in life.  I didn't believe some of these things as a child, if when I was young my hungers were even more terrible, blindingly so.

The house is a mess.  I need a shower.  There are various jobs of electrical, structural, or other that I am on the verge of doing.  It is frustrating being stuck between waking and sleep.  While asleep I cannot get and stay deeply asleep.  When awake, I can't seem to climb enough into wakefulness to get to work.

Even so, I will, tonight, make a shot at getting to work on dishes, the bathroom, and the kitchen.  Trash out, kitty litter changed, a shower, and cutting the drywall.  I will push.  I might try tricks that have worked in the past when I seem stuck, in the hopes that if I can get the ball rolling it will keep moving for a while.  A want to break through the walls, achieve momentum, get going.

Hmm, whatever you are up to, I wish you success.  Unless you shouldn't be doing it.  *grins*  Later.

Sleep is just off.

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Then again, weather is a bit crazy.  This day the sun is out, that it isn't.  This day it is cool, that day it is warm.  This day it rains, that day is dry.  They don't even fit together as they would seem.  I went down around 7:00, woke several hours ago but I think I saw my shadow, so back to bed most likely.  I simply cannot keep my eyes open.  Hmm... might try a glass of tea.  Thirsty anyway.

Dreams.  Dream after dream.  All seemingly mundane.  I can't keep them in memory.  They are so mundane, from what little I can remember.  More like memories, of interactions with people in my past, of cooking, simple things like that.  What I never get is... why even dream such dreams?  I don't mind, in one sense.  It can be refreshing in a simple human way.  But with as much potential as dreaming provides, why the mundane, why memories which can happen while awake?  Is the mind at ease, or even hungering for something from before?

It is 72(ish) F, but the sun isn't out.  It could rain.  Or the sun might end up popping back out?  It's... spring.  Spring is throwing me for a bit of a loop.  My body doesn't know if it should go back to hibernation or begin looking for berries, deer, and fish.  Bleh.  Best to not mess with me, especially if you smell like berries, deer, or fish.  :p

I think I'mma go back to bed.  Just until I don't?  Yeah.  Later.

Dinner was fine.

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Along with dinner yesterday, this meal really helped.  I ate about as much as was indicated in that video.  I am using probably that much in beans, but then with two pounds of hamburger.  Well, and cheese, onions, and an half gallon of milk, so...  I probably have another couple of meals from that.  Which is better than I thought.  It's not keto, but I... needed more than what keto offered.  My body demanded more.

Now, until this is digested, I won't be doing windsprints.  I have been looking into a couple of topics of interest while cooking and now handling dinner.

I have a couple of chips in my bathroom tile.  Frustrated... I... never quite thought that such a thing could be fixed.  I thought the whole plate would have to be removed, a new plate found (the previous owners did leave some in the basement, so good there), and then I would have to figure out installation.  The thing is, and actually there are several, the chips simply aren't that bad.  Dime sized, or partially dime sized, the biggest, with one or two others being just minor scratches.  Well, for whatever reason, I thought about looking up repairing it tonight.  And there is a way.  I will look at the colors in there, well, with various lighting, to try to make a very solid memory of the color(s) which might be needed.  I do think my tiles are very similar, so taupe and white should work.  Though, unlike him, I may find a clear undercoat, or mass enhancer for nails, in an attempt to fill the divot.  Plus my toenails could sure use a coat.  :p  Hmm?  Shut up.

While on the matter, I started wondering about tiling the en suit.  Now that tools are coming together, and the weather is nearing the point where a bit of work in there would be great, especially for getting to use the ac, I began looking over just what I might want in there.  It is so small that I could use almost anything and not break the bank.  Gold and silver are out, but marble, if I wanted it, would be possible.  Heck, I could probably practice with heating the tile... save maybe the wiring, unless that just hooks up to an outlet, in parallel... or the other way?  If so, maybe.  I can do simple things, just not, or not quite yet, a major electrical task.  Anyway... Of course, before I do that, I need to removed the mirror, remove the vanity, clear everything else out before that... including the old toilet, strip the floor down and check the subfloor... there... is a bit to do, but it is eminently doable.  Oh, and I wish to install at least one floor drain, and probably hook that (or those) up to the main drain.  So, videos about installing different flooring, and some other notions, were watched.  Too early to share those, as nothing is set in stone on that yet.

Something else, even then?  Yes.  Wiring.  I would like to check the cave out.  There are some outlets that do not work.  Some are very inconvenient by their failure.  I also want to go around checking outlets for ground, and all the other jazz.  I am doing minor research on running lines, checking these things, and how to fix things.  I may see if I can get a volunteer to help me map the wiring... which outlets to which breakers.  At least, now, I understand that since the service uses breakers, there is a good probability that the electrical is... better, newer.  People can and do slap good over bad and ignore.  It is just less likely, and probably not as easy to do without a problem popping up sooner rather than later?  Anyway, I'd like to check things out, add a few outlets, fix a few outlets, and check for general problems.  I have having as little as one outlet per bedroom, or only one two walls in a larger room or three.  MORE!  Plus, it will give me experience working with electricity... getting my feet wet while breaking a leg.  Woot!

While running wire is as fun as pulling teeth, knowing how to fix drywall makes that prospect a lot better.  I don't know about the spackling... texturizing... of walls.  But I can figure that out.  I can make wonderful patches that can't be noticed.  I have learned to get matching paint.  I am even learning sneakier ways to do patches.  I learn, look, study, and stumble onto new stuff all the time.  I have the time.  Some of it I have even put to practice, so it's not like it's empty data.

Oh... nap time, or soon.  I sure needed that food, and will need more.  Later.

The learning curve.

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Jump in, and prepare to fail.  Or stand by the sidelines offering empty advice.  Well, there are some who have earned to right and wisdom to advise.  On some things, I will advise whatfor.  On many things I'll just cheer for the team, my advise equating to "go get them!".  So be it.

Tonight?  On the shredding of cheese I have finally bumped the curve and am leveling out the project.  I purchased two 2 pound blocks of mild cheddar.  Oddly, I really don't care for sharp cheddar, usually.  I think that is more a social status thing, and not a good one... such as with 'fermented' fish, pork, and whatnot... which really are valuable... at the higher levels... or once were.  Yes, I've been around the... many... blocks.

The thing with shredding cheese?  Cut the portions to go in so you aren't fighting the feed tube.  Yes, that takes practice.  I finally hit it pretty well.  Oh, and it takes a bit of elbow grease... just a bit... as it requires halving the cheese lengthwise.  Which is also a bit of a risk operation.  I sort of batoned it, using a second item to help push the fore of the knife through... if I didn't actually hammer on it.

When that is done, then you need to slice the halves in lengths that will fit the shoot the long way.  Splitting the brick, if mostly nearly truly halved, covers the width.  That done, then knowing how much the bowl will hold before clogging the works is a bit of trial and error.  I found that about two and an half to three sub-blocks work about right... all give or take.  Perhaps with practice I will have an idea by the weight in my hand or visual dimensions or a bit of both?  I did okay though.

Not only do I save money, I know what is in there, keeping the shreds apart.  I use simple baking powder (not the one you put in the fridge or generally use for odor).  About a tablespoon, give or take, per two pounds.  And two pounds fits a one gallon zip-lock just right.  One went into the freezer.

If you put too much cheese through, you end up with cheese balls... which actually wouldn't be bad to bread and fry... hmm...  If you don't cut the sub-blocks to smaller than the shoot, you end up fighting your work, which is no fun.  Everything, even this, takes a few times.  Worth it?  Since time, for me, is wide open... depending more on my ability to stand at a given moment?  Yes.  If you care for having less starch (carbs) in your diet?  Also, yes.  They usually (or used to) use potato starch.  Not a great thing for a diabetic.  If you are rich?  Yes, but just have the servants do it... or the sous or prep chef... if the lead chef doesn't wish to do it by hand, himself.  Bleh.

I have the pans for cooking dinner soaking.  I prefer cast for beef and bean platters, and prefer a cast platter for tortillas.  I may have bread with the first set, tortillas for the next.  Want it all ready.  I am still terribly hungry.  Three pounds, and more, of food, topped by a goodly lot of cheese, with a loaf of bread, and a gallon of milk?  Will just serve.  Thankfully I have two meals of that size with this one prep.  My body is... quickening?  Something.  HUNGRY.

When I finish the meal, and recover, I'll... get in to the bathroom.  I'll work, I think, on removing the baseboards, and drywall that has a problem, then clear, clean, and set it back up.  I love a clean bathroom.  Then I'll take a shower and get the houseplants a watering and sauna from the residual heat and warmth.  Who knows after that.  Later.

Waking with headaches.

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While food is part of it, the other part is the temperatures.  Even with the windows open, fan on, and all, the temperature probably is just now dipping to 70.  Until a day or so ago, the cave would get down to 66.  Even then, recently, when I work more, I still needed the fan going in order to sleep better.  The fan helps, a bit, currently, but I am losing the battle with sleeping during the day.

This has put cleaning and setting up the main bedroom on the fasttrack.  I can get by, for a bit, even during the days, sleeping using the fan... although headaches will become a norm.  Soon, however, I won't even be able to sleep at night without the air conditioner.  I will be able to sleep in the day, but even with the air conditioner I will end up, often, with headaches.  Oh, I may water the plants again.  Just a bit.  If I take a shower, I will water the plants again after I finish.  They love me for it, and one is starting to look a little... rough.  I know the feeling.

Then again, I think last year I acclimated, mostly, to the heat.  Perhaps, as I am improving, I might acclimate again.  Being on a keto diet helps, if I have been fudging on that lately.  Bleh.  Fasting helps too.  I need to figure my way back to that.  It is difficult to begin keto, intermittent fasting, and both especially, when trying to do a lot of work.  It's better to begin when you can coast as may be needed until you flip over.

As much as will be done is done, for the day.

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I like what was done.  I got to the post office, to pick up a package.  I liked a supplement, but it was a bit pricey.  So I looked around, found one at about half the price, and... will try it.  The new stuff is not flavored, and is said to taste like... mule.  The south side of said.  However, if I can do this and that, and work it into some other things, perhaps it will work.  If not...  I'll think on it.

Then I pulled the hose from the cart.  Still not sure the care was worth the hassle or expense.  I then watered everything that has been planted.  I may begin doing that twice a day?  Just a bit, it doesn't take all that much, they just... while starting up... need water.  And it has up and stopped raining.  Some things looked good, some looked a little rough, some things didn't seem to be doing anything.  I suppose, as I keep watering, I'll get a better idea.  Then again it is just breaking away from frost... I mean just.  I don't think it has actually frosted for almost a month, but it has ridden that line right down to this side of 32(ish).

I wish I could have done just a bit more but I am done.  I just don't have a plug nickle left for another song and dance at the jukebox.  I am pleased with what was done, and am ready for bed.  It was hitting 70 outside, which... means it's going to be a warm one.  I'll have to turn on the fan and hope.  I'll have to push my days and nights back around, and then try to adjust windows and fans to get things, and keep them, into a climate that is reasonable.  Even at just 70 F it is too warm for me to sleep well.

Good morning and day.

Food helped a great deal.

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I really wouldn't have guessed.  Therefore, I plan to do more for food.  I bought enough cans of various beans for the meal shown.  I will add hamburger with it to fill it out properly, plus bread and an half or full gallon of tea and/or milk.  It will probably end up being... six to eight pounds of food, not including the cheese and bread... which, in my current state of hunger, will make about two meals.  Oh, I used to really eat.  Don't think I jest.  Just, once in a while, something opens up and it takes massive amounts of... whatever... to fill it.  Violence, sex, food, alcohol...  I no longer use alcohol, and sex, if it happens, will be in marriage and for procreation... well... and a bit more.  Too, I avoid violence, though that wasn't always something I sought.  Didn't have to seek it, as with sex.  A new life, but hunger remains.  Some things I could and did tune, some things... well...

It is a wonderful day, too.  The sun is up, it is mildly natured so far, I am in good shape after a bite, I have done a bit of shopping and should be good for a while.  I should be able to get to the post office.  Then water the plants and shrubs, maybe dig out and replant that flower.  If that goes well and I still have a bit of steam, I may hit the dishes, reset them, start a load of laundry, then... do some other things for food.

If all that goes well, and I still am on my feet, I might try to cut the drywall that needs to be replaced in the bathroom... so I can clean that room more fully in prep for finally fully fixing that problem.  Ah, and some business I have been forgetting to do, regarding my mortgage and phone service.  Gah.  It all sneaks up, or passes by.  I do my best if my best isn't always good enough.  I'll... keep at it.  Good morning and day.

Too late, for some things.

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I did get out.  Sure, I couldn't get everything I wanted, do everything I wanted, but I could get some food.  I wasn't sure if a suitable restaurant would be open but I knew I could at least get some groceries.  So out I went.

As I was driving through town, I noticed one of the previously 24-hour restaurants was closed for the night.  That didn't bode well.  There was, after that, other than McDonald which I have sworn off, nothing else that I could think that might be open.  The economy, stupid.  As luck would have it, they were open.  And, for their size, moderately busy.  Denny's.

I wasn't sure if the hunger I had... have... was more illusory or quite real.  Eyes, stomach, it happens.  Still, I ordered with my eyes.  A large omelet meal and a t-bone and eggs meal.  HUNGRY.  Or... so I was thinking?  I started in.  I ripped through the first meal with ease.  Unfortunately, at least gastronomically, I became engaged in a conversation.

A younger man beside me liked the cut of my order jib and said so.  Well, yeah.  This is Doom, not some fly by... Wait.  Anyway.  Yeah.  Eventually we discussed a number of topics.  I still, mostly, finished both entrees, and probably, without the discussion, could have polished off a third.  Seriously.  HUNGRY.  Still a bit hungry.  Will eat more later.  Lots more, for the next several days.  My corpse is trying to build.  I am working it, but it needs a lot of a lot of food.  Yeah, true.

I paid for his meal.  Can't... remember his name.  I will know him if I see him again, thought probably won't.  ARK... act, random kindness.  I don't get the chance often.  Man, woman, child, I do when I can because when I do what I really do...  cosmic or mundane...  It's good to be kind, it just isn't always the option available or how things have to happen.

On to shopping.  Cat litter... always cat litter.  Milk, and some regular foods.  Cheese is so much cheaper by the block... just grind yourself.  Yes, a bit of work, but well worth it.  At least with better cheeses.  Middle priced or better, or just skip it.  All save kraft, for preshredded, to me, aren't worth the money.  But still, at such a premium.  Oh, and cat treats too, so I can cut down on feeding.  Dry food on demand, one can of cat food, or two if I don't have treats.  I know.  But they aren't just house animals.  We have become friends.

I also bought houseshoes, slipons.  They last a year, maybe two if I go full-on Scotch.  :p  I have learned to control odor.  I have tried expensive to cheap and all between.  It just... doesn't matter.  They all begin to stink without a lot of care, sometimes with it.  Two pair minimum, so as to change them out every other day... give or take.  Bomb them with foot powder, spray them with anti-bacterial and anti-fungi once or twice a week, and pray.  Well, and do that to my feet after every shower/bath... or every other.  All give and take.  More maintenance, unless you come down with something.  Then it's feet, socks, and shoes, bombed and sprayed, showering or bathing daily, for two to six weeks, until... until you get back to maintenance from exhaustion.  Bleh.

Well, not a bad thing.  Later.

Too late.

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I just couldn't get going.  Faster, my mind kept saying.  The body just would not budge.  I finally got in to the bathroom.  I was thinking I would do the dishes, but looking at the time, realized that wasn't possible... if I still wanted a chance to get to town.  So I emptied the bin of water, removed the bin of dishes, and showered.  *tick-tock*  Always, the clock, in spite of it truly meaning nothing... oh... you'll get that when you get that.

Out, but I have a scratch on my leg that is not healing well.  I have given it a good opportunity to heal on it's own, it just isn't healing fast enough.  Before something goes bad... and yes I watch... I wanted to dress it.  After a shower is the best time.  So... a couple of bigger bandages and a medium... wasn't sure which size would do, though one of the bigger ones would work as a cleaning sop along with alcohol.  Then the triple antibiotic cream, tape... other bits?  Anyway... So I dressed that right out of the shower.  In two days, unless it feels funny between, I'll strip that and redo.  I hate peeling scabs, but if I feel the need, off it goes.  Done for now.

Then I looked at the time... right at 22:00.  I thought I would check what time one of the places closes.  I thought they were open to midnight.  Sure.  The economy she sucks.  They close, now, at 22:00.  Oh well.  HUNGRY.  Did I mention that?  I've got to do something and I can't cook.  I'll... figure something out.

Being that time had timed, I did set the dishes up for a wash later.  I will also do a load of laundry in a bit.  I should look through the freezers to find food I could grill.  I don't want to cook any other way until I catch up.  Too much, for now, is too much.  And I have many other things that I really need to do.  I need food to do it, but I can't really spend time cooking.  Even grilling takes time and energy.  And, as my food regimen is changing, meat is not enough and not quite absolutely right, for me, at this point.  Gah but I hate that.  So...  I'll have to figure something out.  And will.  HUNGRY.  Hungry beyond hungry, and not just for food... but food will do, for now.  Hunger... isn't what is seems.  Play that the world is all and the truth and you will lose this game.

Right...  Later.

Sometimes it is luck.

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It is a very good thing, as this morning is turning out, that I didn't do much yesterday.  I woke with a massive headache.  To go with it, it feels as if I was smacked where the head and neck join with a 2x4.  I'm taking anacin first thing.  I should have taken anacin earlier, then attempted to sleep through some of it.  I just couldn't get it together enough to reason that through then do it.

I stayed up later today.  I am trying to push through a bit.  That isn't going well.  I seem stuck, mostly, at going to bed a few hours after dawn and waking up a few hours before dusk.  I have reasons to want to be awake in the day though, so... on I push.  When it warms up perhaps that will change... if for miserable reasons.  I truly despise heat.

I don't know if I will get to much, but I would still like to get a few things done.  I might have to consider a few tricks, regarding food.  Since keeping up on cooking is proving elusive, and falling behind on dishes even beyond, I think, perhaps, doing minor, inexpensive catering might be a way to go.  Just for a week or two, until I am back on my feet and things are back in order.  Nothing fancy, just... some of those bbq and square fast mexican food joints... you can order enough for, say, six or eight people.

That will last a week, nearing two if well preserved.  Oh, and a bucket of chicken.  I need to eat but can't do it.  It seems expensive, but if done right it shouldn't be too bad.  Especially considering I have a ribeye, these days, about every other day or more... along with other meats, then veggies too.  Disposable dishes, a microwave, and boxes of food.  I can't do keto all that well.  I can aim at it, but it won't be perfect.  I might be able to work intermittent, at least daily, in.  Ugh.  Life is messy when you can't always stand on your own two feet, and do it all yourself.  But then who can?  Messy, any way you look at it.

I think, with these notions in mind, I may attempt to finish the dishes, so as to get a shower then get out.  I can order a bucket of chicken before leaving, if the timing is good, then stop at the other two places I sort of trust on my way through.  I might pick up a menu, if they have them, for calling in pickup orders in the future.  I may simply have to... alter how I do things.  If it is price competetive, or better?  I may more go that way.  I'll still do steaks, but just grill those.  Or bake, first, then store in the fridge, grilling to finish as needed.

Once partially cooked and spiced, they will last longer.  Huh?  Yeah, trust me.  Same with burger and other meat.  Rather than let meat go bad, if you aren't crippled up as I can be, or not too busy or forgetful (will happen, won't it... *shrud*)... if you happen to realize you have meat thawed, but won't have time to do it properly, just partially or even fully cook it, spice it with salt, pepper, and some other spices but at least those, then store it.  Cooked and seasoned, meat lasts a week or two.  If it is raw, it'll go bad in a day or two.  And it is so damned expensive!  The elites, your government, and academia, don't want you eating meat... it makes you think, and makes you assertive.  That's why you shouldn't trust vegans, or even vegetarians.  They are, knowingly or not, enemies.  Directly.

Oh, well... anacin down.  I'll give it time to work, while looking around the interwebs, then try to hit the dishes, then a shower, then some food.  Still HUNGRY!  Later.

Dindu.

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Nuffin.  Only really.  On the good side, didn't feel bad all night to add injury to insult.  I did get some food in.  Not enough, but enough that I wouldn't do more for more.  What about dindu don't you understand?  I am monstrously hungry.  I'll have to figure that out.  But it's a picky hungry.  Only... something something will serve it.  I'll have to figure it out, maybe find what else might do, and then something else beyond... then stock up and tackle bits and pieces.  I don't think one feeding, or even two, will do.  HUNGRY!

Anyway.

I did research through the night.  Looking at how to apply laminate, viewing other sorts of counter top material... and general wood treatments, such as varnish.  Woodworking is a bit off.  I could use the circular saw and other tools I have.  It just becomes really tight trying to get accurate precise cuts.  Some of the more technical cuts are simply out of reach in practical terms for a noob with simpler tools.  Hmm... maybe I never purchased a router?  I don't know, though I am starting to wonder.  Whenever I think something dark has happened, I look into it.  I am not seeing anything, on this regard.  So, if I had one, and don't now, that would have been something I did.  Oh, why I can't see what I might have done?  While I am from the dark, and can see into it, I am no longer of the dark.  Well, that and one, with the sight, of whatever sort, has the most difficult time seeing ones own self... unless that is... meant to be, by a greater power.

Whatever is haunting me is still here.  Less so, over time.  Or I am focusing well enough to block some of it out?  I crumpled the paper wrapper for a pound of hamburger.  It was dry, as the hamburger was in a plastic bag too.  I set the crumpled paper on the counter, as I was going to then pour tea into one of my half-gallon mason jars, for the refrigerator.  Just as I was about to pour... the paper was thrown at me.  Really.  I don't get the feeling that there is anger.  More... mischievous... playful... a bit lonely.  Wants my attention, and to be a minor pest.  Makes me smile.

Believe as you like.  In a bit, when time has gone by and these things stop, again, for a while... I'll join you in disbelief.  The certainty of simple observation, the freshness of the experiences, at the moment, doesn't leave me with much of a choice.  I know these things are happening.  Could they be wanting me to return?  Or telling me that I might?  No... I just don't think so.  However, it may mean others are about to cross.  Many?  If they do, yes, many will die.  Oh... you'll know.  It won't be a rash of car accidents, unless caused by a minor nuke, or massive shelling, or... some such.

I think elites are willing to pull the plug if they can't get what they want.  They really will.  This is not going to go well for them.  Houses, royal and other families, and companies, will not just prove there isn't such a thing as too big to fail, they will cease to exist down to manservants and maids.  *blink*  I don't think it matters if they unleash the dogs or not.  Some of the dogs will be going right after them.  It's a double blind thing God arranged.  Being blind to God is... problematic.  Anyway...  Time will tell.  Though, I think, as they keep it up... too late.

Good night.

Hungry.

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Yeah, nothing much.  I'm not quite feeling as good as I had been.  I am not as bad as I was though either.  One thing has changed, in spite of already having eaten.  Yeah.

Seriously.  I'm going to go see what I can stack and cook and then eat.  Pardon, it's... a family thing I think.  I could probably eat a couple pounds of meat.  Beans would be good but the time it would take to prep is too long.  Later.

Feeling almost good.

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I wasn't sure how tonight would go.  The prospects were ill.  I am still a bit sore, but the anacin helped.  Actually, I am feeling much better.  Not enough better to have gotten to anything.  I am not sure I will get to work, either.  Well, maybe a bit.  I don't truly mind, so long as I am feeling better.

I did make a bite to eat, and will make another shortly.  Nothing fancy, I don't have anything fancy to prepare.  Hmm... could do snails though.  Yeah, I keep a few odds and ends in the cupboard.  Do snails go with hamburgers?  Hmm... maybe some other time.

I would like to get into the bathroom a bit.  The thing with the drywall removal is I would want my chalk line device.  Perhaps I can easily find it.  If so, then that would go forward.  Otherwise I might just do up dishes, shower, then finish the dishes, and give the toilet a rough, better clean, then rinse.  I'm not sure about the rest of it... if I can't find the chalker.

You know, there are some things I have always wanted to do.  I am not sure I need knew cabinets.  And, yet, maybe.  Some of the cabinetry, to the right of the stove, needs at least tacked in.  I think they had to remove some of it, and pull some of it, to get a modern stove in.  They never got it tacked back... though that does make it easier to change stoves.  Or pull the stove for cleaning.  *cough*  Even so, with the right tools, new cabinets are not that expensive... and could be done over time even so.  To gauge the task, I could do a few things in the garage.  A double hanging cabinet, perhaps a couple of floor based drawer cabinets, just to see.  Plus, with the counter tops and perhaps the addition for the table saw, maybe putting laminate on some things.

Honestly, I am curious about how these things work... how to do things.  I love making things, doing them right, learning from mistakes, taking risks with ego and coin to improve and learn.  Yeah.  While I'm not, so far, able to do much, I can look over some of these things, see how others do them, and pick up a bit here and there.  Yeah.  Later.

Some thoughts.

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It is about time to get to it.  I did purchase an oscillating saw, and will use it to cut drywall in the bathroom... before cleaning in there.  Seems a reasonable way to go.  The removal is the only part of that job which will be messy.  I also looked for ideas as to removing the floor/wall trim.  That is why I am removing some drywall, because I didn't remove that trim correctly.  However, the drywall may have been wet, so there might not have been a good way to do it.  The trim I will be removing is on dry drywall.  Even so, it's good to have a better idea of how exactly to do it, and see it done that way and successfully.

Beside, finally, getting to a task that has been on my mind for a very long time, I love getting to use new tools.  Want me to do something?  It needs to be simple enough, I need to have all that is needed, and if a new tool is included?  There you go.  I try to remember, when buying a power tool, to buy a hand tool while at it.  I would like to have mechanical drills, hammers and sledge hammers, saws, chisels, and wood planes, to go with the electric tools.  Both for emergencies, and because, sometimes, just picking up and using, say, a chisel is a lot more time and energy efficient then get out a router and figuring everything out with that.

Oh, but... some ideas.  Not sure from where ideas spring, only that when they arrive, I often put them here.  Why?  Well, mostly, for me to entertain and consider... at a bit more distance than right in my brainpan.  When I find myself IN the idea, I can't always sort the meaning or emotions well.  When I take them out of my mind, put them to music sometimes, then stick them here?  I have a bit more of a chance to figure things out.  More, I can release my mind to get to other things as well.  Having a storm in the mind is... not good for production.  Perhaps you all benefit from it.  Entertainment, I think, is what some suggest.  True, false, weird?  I don't care.  It's not... for you.  Enjoy or not.  Ah, anyway, back to it.  Here you go.  Figure it out on your own, or just enjoy.

Not doing well.

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Awake.  I have been awake off and on all night.  I simply didn't get to sleep, not well, not for long.  Sore, stiff, off-key, out of sorts, call it what you will.  If those are all considered different, they are true.  There are probably a few other descriptions which could be used.  I just don't feel well, rested, or orderly.  I slept without the girls, initially, but that didn't help.  Letting them in was actually pleasant... if perhaps I did need to try to sleep alone... just to be sure.

I am hoping to do a few small light things today.  First thing, I'd like to get out and water the plants.  Perhaps dig that flower out and replant it over.  That would be it for outside.  The sun has been out.  It would have been nice to be up for it more of the day, and to be outside to help condition myself for the coming change of season.  I suppose, as with slowly hardening plants, people or whatever I might be, could use some slow but steady hardening to the weather as well.

My neck is out, the back feels as if there is a kink in it, muscles are sore, a headache is brewing.  Anacin might fix some of that.  Tea, first thing.

The main focus is on getting the kitchen and bathroom back in shape.  One big push could get it all back in order in one night.  At least to where I had it.  I am not sure I have that.  If I can just get one room completely fixed up and screwed down I will be happy.  Anything extra would be welcome.  The bathroom, of course.  Though I would like to take the trash out and clean countertops and the stove while working with hot water and other cleaning in the bathroom.  Yeah... we will see.

I did clean the new water system for the girls the other night.  They suggested cleaning it out monthly.  I think every two weeks would be best, especially in the summer.  Though, really, I think, year around, every two weeks would be best.  It wasn't terrible, it just isn't something I'd like to drink.  Though, I have to say, even as it was, it was better than trying to keep up on a bowl daily.  Cleaning when I noticed, just filling sometimes either way.  I have noticed that the girls keep their coats even more pristine than before.  Oh, and far fewer hair balls.  Yeah... more fresh clean water seems to really do them well.  And they never smell dusty anymore.  The fifteenth(ish) and the first(ish), and that will be that.

You know, I have been thinking about several projects.  I sort of gave up on some older notions, because deeper post hole digging just seemed... a bit much.  And I  really don't like to rent equipment.  You can't be sure of the equipment, there are responsibilities, and blindsiding, the cost, and return timing... it's troublesome.  While looking around, as I do, and on topics I review, I noticed something very interesting.  Of course, I don't know how much it costs... but an earth auger which would attach to my chainsaw?  Who knew.  They have one for ice and for drilling in wood, and in various sizes for all of those things.  I can't find a price.  Might be too much for standard use.  But... it does offer an option that I didn't know existed.  Here, watch.  Awesome.

I suppose.

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Bedtime.  Well past bedtime.  Or, actually, not near bedtime?  Well, yes.  I had been staying up later, perhaps until 10:00.  But something went wrong, and I have been needing sleep.  The nap wasn't enough.  I should have been to bed long ago.  So, yes, bedtime, much past bedtime, and way early for bedtime.  I think I'll sleep shortly.

 I have decided not to spend anything unusual (on tools or etc) until at least the middle of the month.  Mostly.  There is one thing that has been on my mind for a long time.  The mirror in my en suite is glued on.  It is a bigger mirror, 3'x5' or 4'x6'... it's been a while since I looked and I have never measured.  Before I take the vanity out I want the mirror down.  I think the two, even if separated by a bit, could react badly.  The mirror might even just fall from vibrations, bumps, etc.  So... yeah.  I finally looked up a way that might be done.  Damned dangerous work, really, but... such is life.

Which means?  Well, if I can get my sh*t in one sock, and get ready and be able to get out before long, I will place one unusual purchase before the middle of the month... shims... if I can find long ones.  Unless I can find material that will work in the garage.  I'd like at least four, and at least two to four feet?  Something like that.

Napped already.

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I might end up just calling it a night, or something, going on back to bed, and finding out where that leads.  Tired.  I have eaten.  I turned up the furnace.  It just doesn't matter.  I can't seem to get going.  No worries.  I have been working fairly well for a while... at least relative to my more distant past, probably even my nearer past.  Perhaps I have simply run out of steam for a bit... at least until the weather reforms.

There are ideas that keep me thinking.  I would like to call about a larger dumpster, so as to clear out the cave.  Of course, before I do that, I would like to get about half of what I suspect will be going ready to go.  Perhaps more if it seems to take a long time to get things ready.  If it takes a month to get half of what I plan to remove ready to go, for example, I might try to get two thirds of it ready.  I don't want to keep the thing for more than a month.  In, filled as needed, dumped as required, then out... efficiency.  I might be able to call so as to know the costs involved.

There are some things which have been on my mind for many years.  A computer desk, for example.  I have two, sort of, at the moment.  Neither are quite what I had hoped.  More, I would like one which can be raised and lowered.  Do I really want to stand to compute?  Maybe.  I don't think it would be terrible to give it a shot.  As well, it would be a fun project to attempt.  There are several ways to go about it.  Which is cheapest isn't always the way, but comparing costs is worth the time... along with a few other variables to compare.

Now, I have actually found three four ideas online (while collecting the vids, I saw an awesome new vid).  I believe there are a few others I might consider, and have considered on my own.  Beyond the idea of an adjustable computer desk is, as shown, the idea of an adjustable tool bench... allowing for tools to be neatly tucked away, or brought out and up for easy use.  It isn't even the idea of getting older and not wanting to lift or lower tools, it's also the idea of using more brain than brawn.  On any given day a simple project, just for the effort, for anyone, might seem a bit out of reach... just that bit extra is enough to cancel something.  I hate canceling things.  So... think ahead.

They are still here.

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I avoid looking, mostly.  When I see something out of the corner of my eye I simply avoid looking, if I remember.  I was starting to get jumpy.  Ghosts don't really frighten me these days.  Enough... encounters... though... and I was starting to become unnerved.  I must have done well.  But that didn't end the events.  Now, ever few minutes to hours I hear a thump.  At first I thought it was the cats.  Then I realized it couldn't be.  Sometimes the girls were with me, when I was sleeping last night.  As well, unless the girls gained fifty pounds, I don't think they can thump like that.

I started ignoring that.  Now there are a few other odd noises.  As well, things are being tossed, sometimes at me.  It's not as if I am being attacked, it's more that something(s) want attention.  I simply don't know how to give that.  I'm sure there are various things here.  Some of them seem to know me.  Yeah, I could be telling you stories.  I'm just not.

Holy flagpole, Batman!

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I suggested that, in a dream recently, putting up a flag was... encouraged.  Among other things.  I have been looking at temporary and longer term fixes for this idea.  For now, a smaller flag, and a new or repaired bracket, is the way I would have to go.  However, I have been reviewing taller flag poles, from 20 to 30 foot.  Well... that... is both expensive and quite a chore to install.

I haven't found a simple formula for how much of a ground must (should?) be added to a flag pole, which would go deeper than the buried depth.  I have found how deep the pole should be buried in order to obtain the greatest strength, after which diminishing returns would eliminate any additional strength... 10% of the height is the simple bury depth (if that can be a bit more complicated for various reasons, perhaps).

The thing is, beside digging, to a degree for both the flag and possibly a bit for the ground, there is: adding a sleeve, surrounded by the concrete; filling the sleeve with the pole and then sand; and a few other things.  And it takes a lot of concrete and at least some decent amount of sand.  Really?  Yes.  It's a heck of a job.  Well, not this year.  But at least I have some idea about just how much work that is.  The cost, however, is still... an unknown.  In part because I am not sure whether steel or aluminum is best, what exact height I do want, how much concrete and sand... exactly... is needed or even how much per bag...  My guess is even a 20' flag, done correctly, is a small fortune.  Oh, and while I have seen flag poles in the $50's (never go with the cheapest?), I have seen other poles being offered in the $400~$500 range, and higher.  Really?  *sigh*  I'll get on the standard, small, side pole soon enough.  The other pole might be a year or two off.  Now, I am excited, a bit, about the work.  It's the costs which have me twitching.

Oh, the other thing?  Looking at the calendar and reviewing the particular saint for a day.  I am not certain there is a saint for every day.  Though some saints are doubled, or more, on single days.  As well, there are new and old saints' days.  Depending on your source, you might find there are, in a way, many saints on a given day.  The saint for today is St. Athanasius.  A bishop, doctor of the church, and all around good guy.  *smile*  I have read about him, from several sources.  I have a general sense that... I appreciate him and his work.  He even found peace in his time, and left in peace.  Pretty fly... for a saint.  It's good when, from time to time, a saint doesn't have to be martyred to make the headlines.  Amen.

Later.

Awake but rough.

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Why, I ask.  I simply do not know.  The work yesterday was exceedingly light, and I had help.  I ate reasonably well.  It is warming, every so slightly, if it is rather dark still.  I think, actually, it was darker yesterday than usual.  Maybe more or harder weather came through.  Or, sum total, over time, I have worn myself out.  Oh, and I have fallen off medication again.  Gah!

Today?  Dishes, laundry, a bath maybe if later, working in the kitchen and bedroom.  If I do something outside, it will be replanting that flower, oh and I need to water everything.  Yeah, I will get outside.  I am not quite up getting the ladder out to clean the gutters, but that is on my list for this week.

For some reason I am terribly hungry.  As I said, I ate well yesterday.  Not sure what is up with that.  Still, a quick bite to start things off.

Oh, one other thing interior... my oscillating 'saw' arrived.  I may attempt to cut drywall in the bathroom that needs changed.  I also need to decide if I can simply replace trim that had to be removed, or if I need to remove all of it and start over.  Ugh...  I will surely like it to be done though.  I will just... feel better?  In several ways, yes.  Hmm... if I have to remove the rest of the trim, which is as I suspect, I might as well paint in there.  I was thinking a light pink.  Hahahaha  Just wanted to see you choke.  No, either (and really this time) a mild yellow, a baby blue, a bright white, or a brighter eggshell/taupe.  I'm... just not sure.

Well, on to a snack.  Later.

Research.

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Not all research is fruitful.  That is with the given that even the best research needs to be reviewed with great skepticism.  Even if it is true, it may not apply.  How a Floridian plants and tends an orange tree has no linear or parallel application where I live.  True, but with the givens, useless.  As many variables as can be found need to be compared for acceptance or elimination.  Even if the writer does his level best, and I do mine, it doesn't always work even so.

What I have been researching is wiring.  I want at least one, and maybe two, sub panels in my garage.  Perhaps a single, 125a, 240v, panel would do.  So long as I don't run several bigger devices at once.  I have no plans for a whole shop dust collection system.  And I think that panel would have enough room for a couple of 220v, 30a outlets, plus a double 20a, several 15a, and maybe lights... if those could go on one of the 15a circuits.  The only other thing would be a garage door.  But that could probably go on one of the 15a circuits too, more so since it would be only used when all else is off.  Different 15a circuits, of course.  I don't think any of the equipment I am looking at requires the 220v, 50~60a service.

What I am looking to find is the gauge of wire.  I won't go with aluminum.  I, and many others, simply don't trust it.  I believe I need 2-2-2-4?  2 gauge, four wire.  It's under a hundred feet.  Still, that's, give or take, between $4.50~$8.50 a foot... if I have some trouble finding it by the foot.  Unless I am seeing something wrong?  I can't find the exact wire though, and sources are proving to be problematic.  Some are suggesting I need 4, or 3, 3/0 I have seen or 2/0 if it is home...  Now, there might be another way to do it... perhaps running two milder runs?  I am sure that wouldn't pass inspection though.  And I'm not sure that would be wise.  Perhaps it is never done?

I have some ideas about how to learn more.  I am pretty sure there are some shortcuts.  Some much more safe than others.  The internet just isn't my friend on this topic.  Is it purely a safety issue?  No.  It's a money issue as well.  There are complications involved, and danger.  But they don't help by overcomplicating things, making instructions and rules both obscure and regional (if one way was truly safer, it should be uniform... which tells me much).  No, this is an attempt to keep certain people in business.  I'll... keep looking.

I have a few things to do, not sure if I will get to them yet today.  There is always tomorrow.  I didn't get to the dishes, kitchen, or anything else.  Oh well, as I said, tomorrow.  Good night.