An odd morning.

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Sleep was good.  No need for the fan, temperature wise.  I dreamed, the stories escaped my grasp even before I woke.  A lover, a particular woman who was becoming my everything yet who is scarcely remembered now, was back in my arms, fully remembered.  I just don't remember more.  Gosh I've really liked some women.

I checked the clock just a bit ago. It read 9:30.  I went to bed a bit after 5:30... stayed up to call my mom, being an early riser and with the time shift that is the perfect time to call her.  Anyway, I was feeling well enough to wake.  While I was moving slowly... now that I am up, the clock out here reads 14:10?  Was I that slow or did I sleep through a bit without realizing?  Uhrm, I'll check the alarm clock, see if it is off.  Nope, it reads the same.  Wow.  That wasn't just a second sleep wind, that was a kamikaze second wind (means divine wind, dates to the Mongol hordes(?), and storms which caused two invasion fleets to fail).

Anyway.  I am awake now.  It's cold and dark.  A good day for a murder, a friend used to suggest.  A friend who I wonder more since, if he wouldn't know.  Still, I've never thought of these days as murder days.  These days, as I see it, are for tragic news and funerals for beloved folk.  Still, life is good.  I know the sun will return soon.

Today?  Same list as before.  I did nothing suggested, replacing those chores with shopping duties.  Fair enough.  Being cool and dark, what I did is what was possible.  Hopefully I can do much of the list today.  Pieces and parts, between breaks.  Another shower if I get to most of it.

Mood Music

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They sometimes get to me.

Steak and more.

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The reason to push was to pick up the steaks.  With an already late start, I really had to push.  I didn't damage my face shaving, if the push wasn't a true rush, so I took more time and care.  And I used the trimmer first.  I may shave tomorrow, then try every few days?  Theory, but possible.

I have been brushing my teeth, showering, and attempting to, and in the main succeeding at, keeping up.  With ups and downs, life in the balance has improved quite a measure, bit by bit, in the last few years.  I still suffer, fail, but I do more, better, regularly.  Add in cat litter, much more regular feeding, daily habits, efforts toward a neater house, life, mind, and soul.  It really is the little things.

Up and at it.

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Down after 6:00, up after 14:00.  How much either way?  As much as an hour or two in the morning, an half an hour in the afternoon.  I got up, showered, and shaved first thing.  I was surprised how clean I still was.  That... it's weird.  Yes, you can tell.  Blood sugar first thing.  Not so good.  Still hungry last night, salsa.  At least I know why.  I should just finish the salsa of and be done with it.

Too late for calls, but I can work.  Perhaps pulling the barrels in, getting those going.  Dishes and else on my list.  It is dark again.  While the sun was out yesterday it did not get ver warm.  Later at night it got down to freezing, if not enough for  a frost.  Bedding, sticking with flannel for now.  Have new sheet sets on the way.  Standard cotton, better for warmer weather.  I have some I mean to try for hot weather.

I suppose.  Later.

Blood sugar and dinner.

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I kept from snacking, and ate later, more like a late lunch.  When I tested blood sugar right before eating, it was 226.  Quite a drop from the fasting 331(or so).  In the hour after, it rose to 271.  While that is more of a jump than I'd like, it is a lot less than yesterday.  I plan on two or three more tests, an hour apart for the (or first) two.  If I do another, it will be two hours after the last of the set.  I would like to see if, and when, it returns to close to it's starting reading.

Initially I will just test to understand what I am looking at for the best reading times, to get an idea what my body does, how it works.  Then I will begin basing consumption off that.  Most likely, daily fasting, with all consumption in a six hour window, is superior, as a daily driver for typical consumption.  Weekly to every other week, fasting three days or more if biweekly, will most likely accelerate attainment of goals.  Which long fast works best remains to be seen.

What was for dinner?  Two chicken drumsticks and a thigh, a two ounce container of pistachios in the shells, and tea without additives.  I will be trying various food mixes, including "bad", neutral, and "good", in various doses, if mostly sticking with gooder(tm).  And, as I begin swimming, I'll begin checking that.  As with tobacco, it took three or four times to quit.  I have fixed my diabetes two or three times before, will do so again... if it is still possible.  Don't doubt me, youngling... yes you... I do as I do.  Funny, I think you are starting to see.  Pretty good for one without faith.

Not much today.  I did arrange appointments at the V.A.  New glasses, bifocals this time.  A dental cleaning, perhaps seeing a dentist that day or to be arranged if needed, then primary to see about getting medicine, or some of it, through them... not a change, I'll keep my own doc.  All good.  I have to admit, this was a bit nerve-racking for me.  The latter anyway.  Done.  Now getting on to other things might be easier.  Ah, forgot to pick up steaks today.  With the chill, I was thinking it was Monday.

Oh, but I may have found a shooting partner, maybe two.  Having to sight in a sweet rifle, with solid irons and an exceptional scope draws interest.  Not too soon, but soon enough.  A spotter or two, and switching between shooters.  Yeah.  They know nothing and I am thirty years behind.  All good, it starts or restarts as and when it does.  I've been needing to get out.  Sure miss Kord.  Not just for shooting.  He was a good cuss, though getting me to the range... he had a talent for it.

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After two hours, no need for further readings.  My blood sugar is down to 233, basically back to the start.  I think that is both a good sign that my diabetes can be controlled and a nod to good food.  Uhm, of course, now I can have my second and last meal for the day.  I believe three small beef ribs, corn, a portion of no sugar added peaches, and tea.  I will take another reading three hours after I finish, or danish.  :p
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Close.  After three hours, blood sugar is at 256.  Not bad.  I suspect the corn, lightly, but the peaches mostly.  For a second, needed by hunger, meal, given what was eaten, I am satisfied.  I think I'll need to cut veggies and fruits a bit, if they aren't all that usual as is.  I can't wait to see if ribeye's can deliver.  If that works, I'll add it as a third of my meals, varying between the sizes.  I am, however, still hungry.  Thank you Oreos.  Reallly, carbing up can cause raging hunger for days, weeks.  The worse the carbs, larger the volume, the worse and longer the desire... if, oddly, it is usually a hunger for meat.  Weird?

On to bed, or very shortly.  Still resisting the dark post.  I weaken, soon.

The sun shines.

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A temporary need.  Without the sun being visible, and warming, I can barely remain awake.  I had turned the furnace lower, then forgot to change that when the cold arrived.  That did me in.  As I mentioned, I have an affinity for the cold.  An unlikely tolerance.  But that tolerance wanes through the winter.  As spring begins teasing with warmth I actually, then, become terribly susceptible to both the cold and dark.  Today is sunny!  I'll have to find something to do out there.

Yesterday morning, before food but after 'liquid splenda' tea, I checked my blood sugar.  With Oreos still being eaten (I am out, done with treats as of later yesterday), the reading was... good.  At 174, for me, with foods lately, very good.  Anyway, that was pre-meal.  I then consumed a third of a pound of roast pork, plus an half cup of salsa and a quart of milk. It took an hour to reach near the top, at 298.  At two hours it was 300.  I didn't measure after that.  Next time I will measure at one, two, and three hours.

I suspect the salsa and milk, mostly.  My current goal is to check fasting several times a day, then one pre and several post meal checks.  Once I have the timing down, then I will begin checking specific foods.  Now that I have a civvy device I can reliably replenish, I can begin ripping and tearing into understanding.  I am not looking for how to ride the line, but how to escape it.  Fasting does work, but only for lower work days.  Low carb, moderate protein, and high fat is good but slow on it's own... if even then, some of it works, some not so much.  The tester will help me see much better.  Fasting this morning, 335.  Thank you Oreos.  I am back to working on it.

A few calls today.  Maybe.  Dental, eyes, and an appoinment.  I... may cancel an appoinment as well.  Ugh.  Oh, some bills, if I'd like to wait to the third, so they don't try to say it was paid last month, they are either becoming terribly corrupted or incompetent, if I suspect the former, especially hiring almost exclusively white-hating minorities.  I am hoping not for locals businesses, but I think they are are all becoming foreign call center services, even here in the states.  And, if you notice and express it, they target you.  If I can get to the calls, I will.  Just woke, not up to talking quite yet, not about business.

Dishes, bedding, laundry, and a few more branches, well, one most likely.  A shower too.  On the list anyway, plus the calls if possible.  Later.

Such a short sleep.

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Down at 5:00 or 6:00?  Somewhere a half an hour to either side, if I think later.  I went in like a crash but sleep was gentle.  The rain, cool, and ease of mind about the barrels.  I know how to soak them, not sure what to use to clean them.  The recycling container simply needs rinsed, mostly.  The trash can needs some serious work.  Perhaps the toilet brush?  Maybe the head of an old shop broom?  I'll figure it out.  I'll let it soak to allow the bleach to work, and neutralize through function, probably several times?  I've never done this before.  Figuring out home life, coming at it as a suitcase life guy, means a lot of figuring, it is a slow process but I am getting there.

Yes, not much sleep.  I woke around 13:00, 14:00, perhaps noon thirty?  On the earlier side I believe.  I haven't gotten to anything yet.  Still raining off and on, cold.  I'll get the barrels in later, might begin a soak, but nothing else with those today.  Dishes, bedding, laundry?  Too late for calls as I begin stirring today.  Ugh.  Lunch and more waking first.  Later.

Yeah? Some.

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I just couldn't keep at it.  I eventually did the dishes that were set.  Washing, rinsing, now set to dry.  Then I remembered trash and recycling!  If I wanted that gone I knew I would have to get going fast.  I wasn't sure how much needed done, but the last time was a heavy business, so I prepared to dig in.

It ended being a light effort.  A few smaller bags which didn't fill a larger bag, but enough to take out.  Recycling was one bag as well.  With what else was out, even if I didn't want the bins empty so as to clean, they were needing set out.  I am almost sure I am on time.

Raining?  Snowing? It is right on the edge.  This late and the heart skips a beat to see how close it is to snow.  It has been a dark day.  Between the return to cool, the darkness, and the front coming through, I suspect that is why so little was done.  Couldn't focus, remember, though I knew there was something.  I got it.

Such a strange and immediate response.

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I won't say it is right or wrong.  There is... it provokes consideration.  More from the sister side of things.  I suspect if my darker views are released even more so.  Sometimes I see more and better from that direction, and they know it easily, which cements the bond, even when I must reject my heart for my head.  Oddly, women understand that best, if they aren't as able to do it.

I lost the toss.

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A nap was taken before work.  To be honest, I think oreos had their revenge.  I dreamed a pretty rough dream, visiting Veteran warehouses.  Terrible.  Overmedicated just to extend life while sapping will.  Debt dollar machines, much akin to people within the Matrix, only nowhere as clean or efficient.  I tried to get some of them to leave... too comfortable.  Asked if even my life hurt, I said of course.  They didn't want any more pain.  I argued that without pain there was no pleasure.  Deaf ears.  Such a horrible dream.

For those who wish that way, but that it not be institutional, Utah has a program where families take them in, and manage care.  At first blush I was rather put off.  On second thought, that has to be better?  Probably.  In either case, they strip the vet of all but $50 a month.  As medicated as they often are, it Wouldn't surprise me if many die with enough for burial.

When I woke, I woke hungry.  Three ribs, heated, were golden.  I have set the dishes to  a fresh soak.  After dinner settles, I'll hit the first batches, do a load or two of trash, then take a break.  Rinse and repeat until done, possibly throwing a shower, shave, bedding change, and laundry in.  I am sure hoping.

Well, and women remain on my mind, in my ways.  The music has been in place for a bit.  Odd how sexual, and yet not, dames are... at least to me.  I would lay odds it is the same for them, in their own ways.  What a terrible, wicked, wonderful life.  I'll... be forced to present if the haunting continues.  Sometimes it's the only way to be rid of it.  Just ask Zeus about Athena innit.

Later.

Awake a bit late.

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Actually, that depends on whether compared to yesterday, the week of morning waking times before it, or if going by when I slept.  In those cases, in order, I would be late as stipulated, very early, or just on time given an eight hour preferred sleep cycle.  All three are true.  People sometimes think I am confused.  Confusing?  Yes, but because I am aware.  It is trying to explain things to people, even when I do it well, that causes problems.  Most people can't focus to hear, or lack simple linguistic or interpretive skills.

Sleep was good, if three hours of ac was required, and the fan all night.  It was 70 F, and not cooling.  Surprisingly that doesn't seem way to warm, just a little to warm to easily fall and stay asleep.  It means warming has been at a measured pace this spring.  I let the girls sleep with me and they were mostly good.

Fasting blood sugars were a bit high.  But... Oreos yesterday.  I know, but... sometimes!  I will have a few more, the rest will be for the neighbor youngens.  Probably.  I only buy one treat item every second or third shopping outing.  In any case, for normal meals I will begin taking before and two after readings (either hour and two hour, or half those, initially, until I figure out what is best).  I'll get back at it, and to fasting and the rest.

I didn't get to anything yesterday evening.  Not surprising as late as the nap ended.  Today I will get the trash and recycling, and as many dishes as possible.  I may need a nap, hopefully not until after much of those things are done.  Then a shower and shave, and perhaps work in the front room or living room, both?

I hope.  If I can stand.  In a bit.  Later.

If you are going to do it, do it right.

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What goes for work and play applies just as well for naps.  It seemed late, but then midnight to 1:00 is still bedtime, so it was a good time.  I went in hard, after settling in.  Then woke roughly.  I was in there for three, only slept two, battling an half hour on either side.  The battle to wake being the toughest.  While a fight both ways, it was worth it.

The other day, when out, I also shopped.  I got everything but what I truly intended.  Paper plates, large and medium, and butter is what I really needed.  I didn't get much.  The one thing I got that I have really been wanting was beef.  I went with meaty ribs.  If I need beef, not even steak will scratch the itch like bone in ribs, grilled just so.  Yeah, I have chicken and pork, grilled right, I just haven't had beef in a long bit.  It is too expensive.  Still is, it was a splurge.  I'll heat a few on the grill later.  I cool, then plastic wrap in portion sizes, same with chicken.  Roasts I wrap whole, slice through, then wrap over the ends.

Else tonight?  I am hoping to begin dishes and trash and recycling collection.  This coming week, assuming I get it all out, the other goal is to clean the barrel(s).  Bleach, brush, rinse, repeat as necessary.  And, with the double bagging process I have implemented, there is hope they will stay sweet(er, longer).  Garbage is refuse is smelly. Still, this, well, could use a little intervention.  Hmm, and keeping the new plants watered.  Every other day for the first week, after watering for the first two days. Which means  a drink tomorrow.  Then twice a week?  I really want asparagus.  As I see sprouts, I'll fill those back in.  As is, they are only lightly buried, as per instructions.  Two years, maybe three, before they crop.

What else this week?  One more load of branches to be removed, in the field.  Cleaning my room, the bathroom, and the kitchen, getting back on meds better, and then just keeping up on else.  Oh, and cleaning and clearing the refrigerator.  All of it?  You know, maybe.  I'll sure give it a shot.  I also plan, maybe, another option which has been on my mind.  All work and no prayer makes Jack's raging... if play is good too, if play is covered.

Later.

Oh, day schedule flip?

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How, why?  I did notice I started going to bed earlier.  Noted that at least once.  What I didn't mention was that I wasn't waking earlier.  I went to bed even earlier last night, for at least the third night running.  This morning I woke at 5:30ish, between five and six hours earlier, and very shy on sleep.  If I could have stayed in bed, I would have.  The bed hurts when I can't sleep.  I don't mind the change, I was, am, just a bit nervous about sleep deprivation.  It's been a while and I'd rather not go back to it.  I almost can never flip my schedule like this.  I have some thought that it might be the start of major flips, though oh well if so.

The weather has warmed, 70 plus F days.  Sun, and it is making it down to us.  Not a bad thing.  I think that is the main culprit, in the good sense.  Now if it would slowly rise to full summer temps over the next month.  I think I could handle that much easier.  I'll get what arrives, try to make do.  I may need a nap shortly.

My back is finally hurting.  But why now, days after the rest of my body is clear of pain?  There is the tightness elsewhere, but not sore muscles.  I may hit aspirin as I go in for a nap.  Leg joints are still a bit creaky, mildly pained.  Getting old and sitting too often and too long, then trying to work, I suppose?  -  Oh, I was lifting my feet during the pedicure, and shouldn't have been, that's what happened.

Yeah, just thought a bit of potential good news would be a change.  Later.

Rough, tumble, low.

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Life.  A difficult thing often enough.  Toss in being over one's head, suffering seriously physically, while having abandonment issues exasperated, and there I go.

I have too much to do and currently no good way to do it.  The house, the fridge, new and old business, projects, probably more.  It wasn't work that brought me down.  I was down physically.  Working through it was most likely a good thing.  If nothing else it offered real, or causal, pain to balance the system failure based suffering.  I need to get back on medicine for one thing, if I am not sure that helps anymore.  Did it ever?  Can it.  I'll... give it a go again.

My body feels bad.  Ever worn a compression sock, bandage, brace for what seems like too long?  Imagine a whole-body compression device, worn way too long.  Or being gassy, but having that sensation everywhere from torso to shoulder joints to calves.  No bloat or water retention, so there doesn't seem to be a simple actual physical cause.  I haven't been complaining, through the weeks, more maybe, as that doesn't help.  A grumpy body, lack of focus, exhaustion.  Warm sunny days would, might, help, if I truly fear blisteringly, blindingly, hot days.

After my masseuse left for unknown reasons, my pedicurist is leaving.  At least I know why with her.  And I got to say goodbye.  Just someone, but when you have few you deal with pretty much at all, each has an... extended value.  And then on top of the rest. The inverse of the cherry on top.  Such a mood.
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A dream, though.  Pinocchio.  Again?  I am almost sure this isn't the first time.  If this is a vastly different take.

I was Pinocchio.  Of a different sort.  Of flesh, but not what I thought.  I knew the one who crafted me, but knew him to be false... a corrupter and deceiver.  I went seeking whatever it would take to set things right, to understand, to know the truth.  Most of my kind refuse the truth for the vanity of their corruption.  I... just couldn't stop digging at, doubting, even hating, my corruption.  Still tied to it, but not enamored of it as most of my kind... the mirror just never was my thing, less the deceptive mirror.

The search began for the one who imbued what I then, originally, thought was my maker/father, with his will.  Or further, to the first or great Maker.  Most of my kind, in many ways, can't and won't see that far around, let alone attempt to approach that Being.  Reality is too painful for most.  Then again I wasn't sure there was anything out there to be found.  I... just suspected.

Cooking, nothing else.

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Tired and sore.  I wore myself out.  Can't get to things, mostly.  Chicken parts and a pork roast, grilled, crispy, perfection.  The neighbor needed the mower.  I was just putting the bird in, did pork separately.  I offered, he wasn't sure.  I went ahead without him, but he did show up.  Extra food for a hard working growing man is golden.  For me, it makes it easier to ask for help, to my mind.

Next month, work on the bathroom.  That will be the start of paying work.  I need to clean and clear my room.  I might try to remove the old vanity, drill for the floor drain, and a few other things beyond cleaning the room.  I have some ambitions, thankfully it is a small area.  I am still not sure about how to do shelving.  I want two levels, maybe three... a bottom one for towels and such.  Then a top one, possibly one for my height and one for a woman... shorter, easier to reach, upon which will go sinks.   I am not sure it can all be done in one month.  Just for the various expenses.  Though perhaps much of it.

I am really looking forward to having my own, close, bathroom again.  I have even thought about trying my hand at putting heated tile in.  Would have to check costs, and running expenses.  My electric heaters, in the southern rooms, cost a fortune to run even part-time, prohibitively to my notions.  So, without much other heat, warm floors would be nice.  A timer to have the floor warm just as I am waking, off the rest of the time.

Awake a bit early.

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Sore and early.  I keep thinking I have gone soft.  Little spots of work beat me up.  Then I remember medical facts.  I shouldn't be worn, I shouldn't be able to work.  Go find men, my age, who could be or are, and have been even for five years, on the heart transplant list.  See if any of them can help chainsaw, process, and remove a couple ton of branches and wood over a week or so.  Heck, there are many my age who can't do that. If there are some who can still run circles around me... just not among the nearly palliative.

Sleep was good.  It seemed to be going to be a good, easy sleep, so I let the girls in.  And, oddly, they behaved themselves.  A very good sleep.  A side benefit of putting out solid effort.  Another side benefit seems to be a return of my tolerance for the chill.  I have that in spades until winter slowly steals it.  It usually takes summer doses of heat to get it back.  Or, it seems, some solid work.  I'm enjoying it.  I wonder if summer work will help tolerate heat?  I think work changes something... vascular, lungs, and more, bodily changes, more so for me.  Opens up... everything.  Very strange.  But it has to be strenuous, near to excessive.  Even swimming won't do it, to the level I got, if it was only a mile an hour last time.

Hmm?  What next?  I'm thinking bigger, with help.  The stuff for the roof is too pricey for spring, perhaps fall.  However, if I tear into the bedroom and open up the en suite, that might be next.  Having a plumber on call, an extra hand on deck, and all the pieces and parts save shelving, flooring, a medicine cabinet, and paint... even ten to twenty hours a month would get it done it short order.  I just have to open my bedroom, including to the cubby hole to the crawl space to add a floor drain.  Could just have it drain right to the ground but I don't like that plan.  For now I will just use the regular water heater.   When it dies, then replace it with a tankless of the right size.  Ugh.

Then, by this fall, I should be able to put enough scratch together for roof sealant.  As well, finish rekitting appliances.  I think I'm going with a new water out reefer, a smaller side refrigerator, and a dishwasher.  Next spring the hope is to have enough stowed for at least a new electrical main and new central heating and cooling.  Eventually the kitchen floor, a sub to the garage,  new roof waterways and storage...  I sort of don't think raised beds are in the books.  More edibles, however, here and there?  Perhaps, in time, a new automatic watering system.

I did remember to thaw meats.  To be barbecued.  Chicken hindquarters and the pork roast, the burger will just go to crumble and the lamb chop was grilled for supper.  As well, I'd like to boil some of the eggs.  Just to have some on hand.  Not all though, I want to fry a few soon.  While cooking, the goal is to wash and straighten out there.  That, perhaps a bath, and maybe a shave?  That is all I have planned for today through tomorrow... well, maybe a few phone calls.

Good day.

More.

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More help, more work, times two.  The neighbor wanted the mower, as per usual.  It is a good deal.  While he was doing that, without telling me, he also raked.  I wasn't up to that level but had I known I would have been out helping.  I had started planting though.  Then decided to take a shower.  Got that and got back to planting.  He showed back up and dug right in.  I hadn't expected to finish tonight, but, done.  It is being watered as I write.

Tomorrow is phone calls, dishes, and perhaps shopping.  Mostly paper plates.  I am hoping to grill most foods from now on, except for an occasional baked potato.  Difficult to grill those, or for me.  The difference help makes is quite impressive.  Only a few hours at a time, but I can do some honest work still.  I really enjoy it too.  Not like these younglings, but not bad.

Wonderful.  I have steaks ordered for the first, ribeye.  That is partial, plus cash, and other tools or toys.  He needs steel toed boots, too.  Beats spending on junk, which I have been heard tell to do.  Oh, and the raft and climbing gear use.  I have smaller but fun toys and tools.  And time, even energy, with a little help.

On to gaming.  Yeah, days and nights are sliding.  Considering this spring, I am surprised my days and nights aren't zipping around.  Good night, even if it's not close to bedtime.  See you on the flipside, unless a thought haunts my night.  Sleep well.

Some, more soon?

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A few calls.  Not all, but they are lined up.  Two more, three actually.  My doctor left a message to call back.  Too late for calls today.  Tomorrow.  A piece for my air compressor is on the way.  Eight to ten days, really?  The woman was pretty rude, too.  Still, done.  One other call that turned into such a nothing it has already been forgotten.  Then I just lost track.

It is such a chilly day.  The highest I have seen is 62 F.  While not terribly cloudy, there is enough of something up there to keep most of the sun out.  Very strange.  The lack of sun and warmth makes the day difficult, add on the heavier work lately and...  I am not surprised by today, even if the sun was shining like a top.  Then again, it could be much worse.  After the last snow storm my mother enjoyed, the ten incher, they received seven inches in another storm.  As bad as it has been, I wouldn't bet they haven't been hit again.  Still, the weather is adding to a slowdown even here.

I am hoping to shower, perhaps do some planting, maybe shave.  IF.  If I can remember, focus. Might take a nap in there somewhere.  Later.

Fantastic sleep.

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Sore but not tired.  Twelve hours down.  No dreams.  Only minor fussiness.  Waking a few times, Sam or Sassy beating on the door or yeowling.  Is that Chinese... Catonese?  I knew one of them was a damned commie spy!  The other is a government stooge though, I think.  Damn those pet treats!  Anyway, I went immediately back to sleep.  When I need hard sleep, I don't let them in.  Plus they have been in with me for the last three or four days.

Almost to the sore state that begins numbness.  I do have dead zones, the main muscles used for sawing and lifting.  Must be lifting and sawing right as my back only has minor tickles here and there.  Getting some solid vein poppage.  Actually, I feel better than I thought.  I have phone calls, dishes, planting, and maybe a shower and/or shave on my list.  Calls are easy enough, but I'd like to do some physical work too.  Maybe.  A late start, so I best at least line up calls first thing, make them in a bit.  Any actual work can happen any time, even after dark.

The lungs are actually doing better.  Perhaps greater stress on them helped make normal breathing simple, or I fully pumped out air, cleaning and clearing right to the bottom, perhaps something(s) else, or even a combination.  Life, as to breathing, is much better.  One of the calls today is to investigate swimming.  Maybe once a week to start, or twice actually.  No pass until I see how it goes, summer and winter.  It is a closer drive than the last.  Yeah.  That will help.

I realize, for the rest of my life, I will struggle.  To push, pull, jostle, with hurt, focus, even breath sometimes.  But I was built to last.  I have a long gruesome road out there.  And, yet, I'll tell you, I am not just subservient to the road ahead, I am... looking forward to it. I think there is still a lot of good out there yet, maybe even a woman.  Crazy as such a notion is, there it is.  It's good to have peeps, and dames are all I like.  Mostly like them.  A rose by any other thorn.

Well, I'll wrangle the numbers I don't have, wake, read, game, then get to it.  I'd sure like to plant things today, even over dishes.  I really need paper plates.  Later.

Work.

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I really tried to talk my way out of it.  Wouldn't take a no.  Was willing to work solo.  I... just couldn't allow that.  My last official bp?  226/124, pulse at 120.  Still, I could so I did.  Got a lot more done than anticipated, and in an hour and change.  But I am beat.  A bit of final processing and a lot of hauling.  Quite a lot of work.  Beat like a stray.

I'll get to planting when I can.  Soon.  They need to go in pretty fast.  Thursday, at the earliest, though.

The lad bit himself with the chainsaw.  Just a bit, but.  I have saw proof chaps, he wore them last time, why not today.  I didn't see it happen.  It was right as we were finishing logs for the community fire wood pile.  Ended the day.  No more sawing, at least not without chaps.  Might need stitches.  Yeah, I'll cover if so.  Those chaps are pricey, but probably cheaper than even the out-of-pocket stitches.  Dang kid, trying to get one of his parents to end me!

I was going to get dinner too.  I gave him a few dollars.  If he needs stitches he can get a meal on the way.  Gah.  I need to purchase butterflies (bandages).  I do have staples, medical, two sizes, but those are for no-doctor events.  Three butterflies, medium to small, would probably have been enough.  Dang kids, trying to give me a heart attack.
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Internet downtime.  While trimming the trees, a branch snagged the internet, Saturday. They were worried I'd be upset.  Not a chance.  To have those gone, no longer worrying about both internet and power lines every time the wind blows, but not shelling out $600?  Yeah, no problems.  An internet timeout is good from time to time as well.

We cut a lot more tree sized branches.  I worked to my end, Saturday, then kept going back to it as I could.  Then worked more yesterday.  I am hoping to do more today but I can't promise.  I am sore and very tired.  Still, it is possible.  All I would be doing today is processing and stacking good wood and branches separately.

The house is falling apart though.  I have been doing so much outside work, and ran out of paper plates.  I'll... get on it soon.  I also need to get fresh coffee, just a pot in the morning, with fresh cream, then back to tea for the rest of the day.  I absolutely enjoy the DeWalt cordless tools.  I've been running them through their paces without a hitch, save the compressor... which reminds me... a call to them today.

I think the asparagus is in.  And one of the new ac units.  One or two more before summer heat.  I refuse to cook, I'll figure it out.  If needed, I may have another trick for if it gets really dry.  It'll work, the trick, with window or whole house ac.

Definitely asparagus, plus I have jerusalem artichoke bulbs in.  If I can do something today, it will be those.  Oh, did I mention?  I have a source of fresh eggs, delivered!  Life is getting better.  They don't do meat birds, or yet.  Raise chickens and ducks, so I have some hopes.  All good as is even so.

Even being tired, I got a shower and made it to the post, then called to order steaks from the local butcher in various thicknesses, and called to change an appointment to what it was supposed to be.  Next, to find the number for DeWalt, about the compressor.  That... may be it for the day.  Tired and then some.

Good day.

Work and play.

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More processing, then eventual hauling wood.  I keep thinking of climbing, if I am not sure.  There are a couple of larger trees needing trimmed.  Some of that will reqire someone to climb, or really big equipment.  It might take some of each.  I'm not sure about letting anyone else go up, save professionals.

Blood sugar last night, after supper, was 224.  It was 233 fasting.  I mean to begin testing it first thing before each meal and an hour and two hours after each meal for the next week.  As well, to test various foods.  Kefir water, dairy kefir, and various breads.

Getting pretty worn.  One more load out.  As to more cutting, if possible.  Later.

Food and work.

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Seriously good day.  I did get the area ready.  Handily.  More, it is incentive to dig much deeper.  The drills worked quite well.  Amazing tech.  The snaking extension for the torque was a lot of help, if it's first use was on the standard driver.  Couldn't get the tv arm.  I need new bolts.  One of them is broken.  The new component shelving is much better. From looks to function.

The ribs and all worked out really well.  It wasn't my best, but it wasn't bad.  Pork ribs, peas, potatoes, mandarin oranges in whipped cream, and milk.  I also grilled a pork roast, so as to have plenty of food for the next few days.  I am hoping to do some things, having food a warming away helps.  It was good.

I tried to call my mom.  It's a Friday, if the weather is good, I'll bet she is wanting to get over and help her friend.  Or, just maybe, it was a long week and she needs rest.  She'll get back to me when possible.  Probably.

I want to get my business prepped for Monday.  Calls, phone company, compressor manufacturer, mortgage company, massage parlor, and several others.  So many problems, if I am caught up on my end of things.  The blood sugar test arrived today, plus bits and test strips.  I'll actually start using it thrice a day, or more, to get back in the game.  I know it's ugly, but... start where you are.  As well, I have several groups of asparagus arriving soon.  That will go in immediately.

Not bad, peoples.  As the world warms, until it gets too hot, I think I might get busy.  With a little help from my friends.  Later or good night.

Ready.

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A shower just to say I did.  Then I tore into the area around the tv.  Wow.  Carpet.  With or without help, I will change out the console shelving.  I don't think I can solo the tv arm.  It's not weight, it's dexterity plus weight, possibly even a bit more.  Not worth betting a grand or two on.  A new tv is in the works, but more like this coming winter.  Prices have come down, for features.  Quality?  I don't think quality can be bought.  It's all a risk.  Sometimes a few (ton of) dollars more will reduce risk a small bit.  A very small bit.

Tea is brewing, meat is ready to grill, had to dig out butter from the freezer.  I had more, I know I did.  I really need a german shepherd, one I can depend on to keep the unwanted out.  She can be trained to know the right people easily enough.  Meth-heads or just standard thieves?  They steal plain things, like butter.  More annoying than anything.  Mostly.  Well, and gas.  It does add up.

Later.

Most of the list.

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Trash, recycling, and the branches.  It is what I could do.  I also sorted veggies and put canned fruit in the reefer.  I was hoping to wake in time to do the last part, and I think I did.  A longer sleep, but nothing like the last sleep.  I went down sometime from late 20:00 to late 21:00?  Then woke at a bit past 7:00, if I could have sworn when I checked as I rose that the clock read 5:42 or so.  Sleep was good.

It'll take a bit to get going.  I've found a trick to quench and brush then do a proper mouth rinse.  The instructions say to give the rinse an half hour.  But I wake so thirsty.  I can't wait.  So... I drink as much as it takes, then brush and rinse.  One would think the solution should be simple.  It is, but realizing to do it, when so often eye-burning tired... that is the trick.  My teeth are greatly improving.

I should get on to my morning.  A shower pehaps, I'd like a shave, a bit of cleaning here and there, Internet rounds, you know.  Later.

Outside first.

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Tree limbs.  Beside three, which morphed into five, I hit a bunch of dead ones.  They were much shorter and hidden up in there.  Some of them had to be removed just to go higher.  The battery is on it's last light, of three.  I got a lot of work out of it.  I also processed the ones I cut down.  Not sure if any others need processing, parted out for easier removal.

I'd like to get the trash and recycling out.  I redid cat litter earlier.  As well, I need to clean an area in front of the tv, in order to put up a new shelf.  As well, might redo the tv swing arm.  I just feel as if that isn't as secure as it should be.  But first some food.  Say a quarter of the chicken, the rest of the beans, and a big glass of milk.

I have boneless pork ribs for grilling tomorrow.  I believe I have fresh salsa too.  A can of veggies will finish that of well, perhaps with milk, tea for me, and a can of fruit.  Chilled fruit, with whipped cream.  Better get that fruit in the fridge.  Oh and potatoes of some sort, or sweet potatoes.  Not everyday food, just taking care of business.

I've... got things to do.  Later.

A perfect lunch.

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A bit much.  Still a good bit for later or tomorrow.  Plenty to share some with the girls.  The ladies enjoy chicken, usually.  The sides worked out well as well.  I'm a bit overfull is all.  I am considering a nap, if a bit gunshy after what was supposed to be a nap yesterday.  Though, perhaps?

I really want to cut branches then do some cleaning in the kitchen before napping, if I do need to relax a bit after lunch.  Life really can be good.  Even when the seasons are off.  Food, good food, is the way to go.  Hmm, might make good barter too.  Cash is good but a full belly pays very well too.  A bit of both, which also sees me well fed too.  Business isn't always only about blood... or... well... human(ish) blood.  The butcher will feed the mechanic for the fix.  Business.  If it is never what it seems, or so suggests my Lord, Lamb, Teacher.

Get to it, if you can.  The girls are spying on me, and begging.  Did I forget their regular meal?  Yep.  They have been extra patient, must be the chicken.  Still.  Oh, and litter work for them after feeding them.  Later.

Now that was a sleep.

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Wow.  Down at noon thirty yesterday, up at 5:30 this morning.  The work, trips to town, and all, pretty much floored me.  Well, and it is still getting down into freezing at night.  I woke a few times to go to the bathroom, and dreamed much.  All that I can remember, or all save one I merely remember my feelings regarding, were good.  The one I actually remember was one about all the unrequited loves from when I was in grade school. Yeah, I had actual lovers already, so these were considered.  It was good to have female friends, back when that was possible.  The truth is, at least for me, it is women who can't just be friends.  Something about something?  Whatevs.  I have dreamed of other sorts of those.  A favorite dream theme, cherished memories, friends, and even some flirts.

I'm thinking of putting chicken in the oven, a whole one.  Perhaps mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans?  Yeah.  It would warm the house too.  Hopefully I might hit the trees and make some calls after that.  Then make it to mid evening before sleeping again.  I must have been really tired.  I haven't slept like that in a very long time.

Another dark day.  No wind, tree work should be easy enough.  It's more about warming up, fuelling up, and getting going.  My arms are still sore from tree trimming, and perhaps the massage.  Perhaps a body only shower.  If you shower too much, at least for me, lotion might help.  I bought bag balm, to compare with the others.  It is the best for holding moisture.  We'll see about the rest in time.  I am hitting knees, elbows, arms, legs, and feet.  The rest seems to do fine without, save occasional kefir on the face.  Eats the dead and burned.  I think mixing them will be a better bet.  Allows for showers when clean but needing to warm or cool.

Have a good morning.

Out and back.

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A massage, at 9:00?  I woke at a quarter to eight.  It's a good thing I both remembered and had mojo.  I jumped, showered, and was still out before eight.  I just can't go for a massage without showering fresh.  It helped that I showered yesterday.  Clean on clean is easy.  The new gal did well.  It's a blessed thing.  I sent a short prayer of thanks... before nearly blanking with what goes on in mind and body.  Oh, no changing into robes.  Those came mid thigh, which means, essentially, a mini skirt.  *wink*  If I work the ladies up any more than I already do I might have to flee... or die rested until they finish with me.

Then to the grocery store.  I know, I swore off meat, but...  And veggies, brand name, were on for ten for ten.  I bought those in three types, plus mixed fruits, beans, and smaller cans of tomatoes.   That should keep me for months.  Chicken hindquarters, more pork, and a steak.  I had to think about the steak.  It was that or Jimmie Johns.  The steak won, and was barely cheaper.  Next, the hardware store.  I had enough cash in case there was a card problem again.  Wood blades, in two lengths.   Supposed to last five times as long.  I'll find out.  Card went through.

Nice, goodie, grand.  I have the steak salting, a potato and sweet potato baking, a can of corn drained, ready to be buttered and cooked with the steak right on the grill, in the can.  I fed the girls, will do their litter shortly.  I may nap after lunch?  If I can, I am hoping to make a few calls and trim three more easier to reach branches.  Or... well... not.  It's time to start the grill.  Have a great day.  Later.

A solid day.

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Tree limb cutting and processing, a doctor appointment, and some shopping... an attempt at shopping anyway.

The other evergreens were completed.  Lower branches were cut so even I may walk under them without ducking.  Then another tree was cut to encourage upward, not outward growth.  Then most of that was processed.  As well, areas were tilled.  It looks like asparagus is dead, and where it was won't work.  The tilled area will work.  I need to order some for fast track delivery.  The jerusalem artichokes didn't winter, if in part because they didn't get water through late summer.  I have new bulbs, will put those into the soil, as well as the horseradish which did survive (bigger tub, more water reserve).  Or I'll leave the horseradish until I harvest in the fall?  We'll see.  Half the rhubarb survived, all of one kind if I can't remember which variety.  That is in the ground already.

After branching, I had to jump in the shower and run.  In time, easily, but just, too.  BP was pretty rough, and that is from me.  Blood test will show A1C.  Bleh.  I discussed potassium.  I guess this new stuff is what is available.  I'd rather have the old stuff.  I also learned of a blood sugar tester and strips he, as a diabetic, recommends.  I ordered those right away.  I know, I know.  I've fallen down on some of this.  I'll call in and schedule for July, to be ready for driver license paperwork.  Swimming?  He thinks that would be good.  On my call list now.

Then I went to the hardware store, for wood blades, for the sawsall.  My credit card didn't work, but I had just used it at the doctor office, then to pay for blood tests.  Whatever.  I'll try again soon.

A good day.  I am quite tired.  Pleased.  I'll keep at it.  Good night.

Did good, thus blog, get the memo?

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As I mentioned, I don't care.  I knew I was much more widely read than indicated.  I also mentioned that it doesn't matter to me what they do about readership stats, at least in an economic way.  They would have demonetized me anyway.  I am sure I am more widely read than indicated even since they changed things, if that is due to tech out of their ability to track, probably.

It could be a fluke, too.  If it isn't the only thing which has changed, or on just their platform.  I think they caught a glimpse of the murderous rage out there, and realized they... are few and putzes, as is their security.  If you can piss off an old vegan vagina to the point she murders people, wait until the more aggressive figure out they are being trashed, stifled, etc.  I am surprised it hasn't already happened.  Then again who knows.  They might have been able to shut down reports, until now.

Perhaps they don't like counting from sources they can't verify, as ad money is tightening and becoming demanding as to reality of clicks, and often the exclusion of conservatives.  They are trying to eliminate conservatives all together, if apparently others as well.  Perhaps the woman's problem was she was Iranian and Iran didn't like her?  How much pull do nations and even corporations have on shutting people down?  Is it pull or by fee, both?

All I know is, this month I am at nearly 8k, if dailies are more in the 130 to 170 range.  And other platforms have stopped jacking me around, or as often.  Though, even as an old vegan, her actions and loss are unfortunate.  I don't currently worry about the other side.  I think she did open some eyes to the situation though.  Next time I have a drink I'll raise one to her... even if I get shut down for writing this.

Days and nights are switching.

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First, with help I was out in the sun, almost, for some hours.  Enough to get a sunburn if some know that doesn't take much.  At least just post winter.  That kicked things off.  And I was awake until after 17:00 that evening.  Similar the next night, then 23:19 last night, from a number of missteps.  Even so, all good.  I think that can be tamped down, back to a better sleep time.  I woke at 5:19, but didn't actually rise for just at an hour later.  I didn't stay down because of exhaustion, it just seemed too early given the bedtime.  More sleep was futile, and I could rest no more.  Only one option remained.

Phone calls, when business hours resume.  Perhaps to town, or tomorrow.  One of my intentions was thwarted yesterday.  And there is another thing I'd like to consider plus roof coatings I'd like to learn more about.  Some of those would are extremely spendy.  Some seem quite cheap, too cheap?  Gotta sort that out.  If I am going spendy, or even middling, buying in batches might be best.  Though, with gooder(tm), I may not need to replace bolts?  A very high price point might, or nearly, pay for itself.  Though that might be bumpkiss too.  Salesman and companies will sell you whatever you want to hear, reality be damned.  And many reviewers are bought and sold on the hard, even rather cheaply, when they aren't company (pro or con) stooges.  When fung Enquish reviews, can tell Chiner maki, boat for an agrainst.  :p

Sleep was good.  No pain.  Still a bit sleepy, if normal morning type.  The kefir water is doing very well.  The last batch has been refrigerated.  The recent bottled batch received more (about a third(ish) more by volume), and varied dried fruit (chopped dates and craisins), and is carbonating much better and faster.  I am excited to see how well these work out, and will be adding more fruit next time.  Seeking the golden volumes.  Gah!  I need to get a lab notebook and begin keeping as absolute of notes as possible.  There is probably a way to measure carbonation via it's ability to buoy various masses/shapes and at specific temps... if I were to guess at reinventing that wheel.  I suspect there are not only presets, but industry standards based on those.  It's how my mind does, if my body is able.  Science is engineering as Einhorn is Finkle.  It's... an ugly truth, makes people uncomfortable, and can cause nausea.  At the end of the day it is what it is.  Functional science is, and only, engineering.  The rest is mostly fiction.

Yeah, things to do.  Heck, if the wind has ceased I might even get out and trim the trees.  Some, all?  What I can do.  Oh, and learning to notate and test kefir soda will get me too do the same for soap.  I need it much more for soap than soda.  Soda can't burn anything, soap can be harsh in two ways.  But soda is less complex, so a better starting project.

One last note.  I have started buying small ac units.  Hopefully to fit in various windows, to be programmed to hit when the sun is past or not there.  It's a cheap(er) fix for heat, at least by initial cost.  Running expense?  The one I have still works, if the remote control may not.  I'll try new batteries.  But it isn't enough for the whole house, or the main part.  I want more.  I ordered a 5k. If it fits, I may try an 8k.  Running them lightly, on a sun/shade based schedule, where they will fit, plus with the stone walls, I am hoping to figure out how to keep the place more reasonable.  Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, it isn't all about...  Get.  It.  Done.

Later.

Mix and sort.

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The wind is shooting out there.  I could probably still get up a ladder to cut limbs, but I don't believe that to be the choicest idea.  As well, I am not up to talking.  A trip to town, for cat litter and cat food, groceries, and perhaps the hardware store.  While I am going again soon, I don't want to be piling up shopping on top of those.  And I always forget something(s).  Plus, if I shop today, then I only have calls the next few days, restful things that won't dig into the rest.  The branches I'll save until the wind backs off.  I'll bet it's hitting 20 to 30 gusts.

A shower, no shave.  I'll get dressed shortly, and out.  I think I have a couple month's supply of cat food, but when I open it, that's it.  I like to have an open supply plus four month's of canned, and usually about six to eight month's of dry.  I like to have four months of poorly tended litter, which nearly doubles with daily scooping, if I am only human... sort of.  Dry is good, wet is at a third, and litter is all gone.

I have to get veggies.  I am holding off on more meat, mostly.  Perhaps bacon.  What I have should last.  I am planning to go to ribeyes, from the butcher, this next month... a couple plackets, 1/2", 1", and 1 1/2", about equal numbers... to test what, or which, cuts will work best.  While I am not officially fasting or doing keto, I am doing worse by doing those but doing them poorly.  Steady as she goes is best, even if a bit off it is superior to eclectic consumption.  I'll buy some canned veggies, if I'll wait, join Sam's Club again, then really stock in over the next few months.  Food, love to hate it, buy it.  Especially knowing what it all turns into!

I best get dressed and going.  Later.

A strange night.

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Or so it seems.  I'll do the math as I write.

I went to bed well after 17:00, definitely slightly before 18:00.  In the high 30's to 40's.  I looked, then checked again, if that is as good as memory works when I am that tired.  I slept well but needed the fan.  If I don't need it for cool, which oddly, has... or hasn't depending how you see it... been the case lately... due to extended cool or reduced health?  Anyway, while I don't need it for the extra chill, I can tolerate it and need it for extra air.  Lungs are cranky, difficult to breath while reclining, just... the body being tired?  It is as if breathing is too much work.

I really should look into swimming again.  Along with massages, meds, and else...

The kefir water is working out exceptionally well!  As long as it isn't flat it really works well.  Fizz galore, both in what has been bottled and what was reset.  I am out of dry fruit, which is what makes it work.  I used dried cherries, which I will replace.  I also intend to try craisins, raisins, ginger, and perhaps mango.  I love it when it starts to make sense, the process and the plan.

I woke around 1:15ish.  So... seven hours and change?  It seems a bit short, shorter on sleep than the numbers account.  I'll probably need a nap before long.  Mostly business calls today, though some work too, hopefully.  Maybe inside and out.  I'd really like to get more tree limbs.  As much to get that touched up as to get outside and do real work.  A nap will be required to be sure.

Later.

A day down.

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Well and truly worn, or I would do something.  I am still hoping to finish the few dishes rinsing, perhaps do a bit of work in the kitchen, and spiffy the bathroom.  I did cook a bit of food, burger and rice.  Along with cheddar and a glass of milk, it worked well.  It seems to have warmed the body.  Oh, and maybe a shower.  I did fuss with the water kefir, bottling some, resetting another batch.

I am staying water free, in the lungs and legs.  Work, water pills, massages, and pedicures all seem to work to keep pathways open.  I am keeping up on lotion, every two or three wake/sleep cycles.  It seems to be enough, as it continues to take very little lotion, and there is no snagging of wool or cotton socks.  It is still strange how my feet go from burning hot to numb or even burning cold.  It just doesn't make sense.  Oh, I am hitting the elbows now as well.  Even using a single dab for both feet there is enough remaining for the hands, arms, and elbows.  Amazing.  Odd though, we become high maintenance right about the time(s) we become less able to tend those needs.  So be it.

I didn't expect too much today.  I really, for me, of late, did a lot yesterday.  I even got a solid sunburn, and it wasn't full sun, plus I avoided the sun... or really being out of shade.  Lobster look.  A cooked one.  Yeah, that gets to me too.  Well, and it's back to being a dark day.  Ugh.  It almost feels as if more precipitation is coming.   Yeah.

All good.  I'll do what is possible over doing the impossible as is.  Good day.

Actually, I was busy.

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Neighbor's son number three visited.  Time to begin mowing, which meant taking off the plow and tire chains, then installing the the mower deck.  We were going to sharpen the blades, too, but oops.  This fall.  It took a bit, mostly looking up instructions.  Well, and messing with the air compressor.  It is dumping air through the moisture dump on the bottom.  Have to deflate the tires to get the chains off, which means reinflation.  Got it done, but barely.  Damned companies these days, and that was DeWalt.

The mower is ready, if it could use oil.  The weedwhip started right up too.  But we also cut saplings and shoots, cut branches from one of the evergreens and removed those and regular fallen branches to the town branch collection station.  Oh, used the cordless sawsall on the branches and all.  I wasn't expecting much.  I was wrong.  Using the most powerful battery I have, it chewed through three inch branches with ease.  I think even a six inch branch.

Between this and that, we ended up doing a goodly lot of work.  Tinkering, to figure things out, while technically doing nothing, is sometimes a lot more work than doing something... often.  I will see about a phone number, about the air compressor, and call that tomorrow.  I want that ready to go.  I think it is powerful enough to jack two roofing nailers at a time, at least, if it will hold air.

I also asked about work this summer.  Help with the roof.  New larger bolts and painting.  Just the lower areas, for now.  And, if time and money holds, shingling the shed.  Yeah.  He believes so.  Just wants to check with the parents.  Either way, I'll be hitting that this summer.  It's more about how much will be done, and how fast.  Hmm, best look at paint/sealers, see what won't be a problem for rain water collection... a project for next summer, or the next two summers.  Perhaps most of the gutters up (all bought) next summer, and the big holding tank and final connections the summer after that?  Everything ends up costing more than it seems it would.

We worked so that with cooling down, I didn't get to bed until 17:00, well into it... Actually 18:19, I looked right before jumping down the rabbit hole.  When I crashed, it was a fast lights out.  Nothing like a little work to sleep as a child.

He wasn't expecting it, didn't help for it, but beside what was done, I was grateful to have someone give me a push to work, that I offered a small coin gratuity.  Not a full worth, but not a sneezer either.  Anyway, that is why no post.  I really was busy, then too tired.

I am hoping to springboard from this on to more solo work.  Branches from the other evergreens, perhaps clean the garage, straightening tools, and kitchen work.  I am up on things, dishes and airing anyway.  Now to dig deeper.  Figuring out tools will be a general help in part of the kitchen.  Yeah.  Today was great, but as with a few other things, it ain't over.

Good morning and day.

Timing, and memory, are off.

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I can't remember when I went to sleep.  I suspect it was 10:00, 10:30, or noon thirty.  By memory, perhaps as late as 14:30, if I think that is when milk showed up, so no.  Though I can't actually remember when it arrived, being that I was awaken mid-sleep, can rarely remember during such.  Still, I think as I write.  Oh, I woke around 22:00-22:30.  Most probably.

I didn't call about the appointment, I'll do that today.  I didn't set up the carts, will do that as well.  I jacked the furnace in hopes of slaking the chill, to no good.  I'll try again today.  Even with a shower I just can't get or stay warm.  Still, better than being too hot, if I have to choose.  I'll still set up a bath and jack the furnace again today.  Did someone say mid-April?  It was 35 F at 10:00-11:00 today.  Really?  Kewl.  ;p

Dinner is on.  A pork roast, potato, and a glass of milk.  Nothing fancy, but it will do.  I herbed the roast well, an Italian blend, plus salt and pepper.  As well, I am roasting it in cast iron. I do it for flavor, but for those literally low on iron, a frequent problem for dames, it really does add iron to the diet.  I really need to purchase canned veggies.  I can't keep up on frozen.  Perhaps not the best, but beats nothing.  Three or four cans a week, max, would do more good than not.  Yeah.  A can of regular beats would be good, heated and buttered.

I have just been easing into the day.  Turning the furnace up might help.  It may just be health. When the furnace and independent thermometers read 74 F, and your are freezing...  That is why a bath is under consideration.  Crazy.  I can only imagine those who have, and have had it, really cold.  Still, lie about things, for religion, politics, economics, or any reason, especially to redistribute wealth (to elites and the lazy, if in a way I repeat), and you get what you deserve.  It ain't over.

Well, I'll try to get after a few things.  May you get to a few things as well.

Good morning and day.  Hupp!

That was easier than anticipated.

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I thought constructing the carts was going to be a bear.  The boxes weigh forty, perhaps sixty, pounds.  As weak as I have been, tired, the notion weighed on my mind.  I am familiar with the process, bars, double clips, friction.  It can ce a bit much, especially when they are seven feet tall.  The last one was that, or nearly.  Most people can't do those solo.

It turns out these were very easy... once I got them out of the box.  Actual assembly took less time than opening and setting up the effort.  Even that didn't take much time, if it did take solid work.  If it took fifteen per, I'd say ten minutes average time.  Then I put an umbrella stand together, so fast I laughed at it and the other fears.

I realized I needed to clean small mouth jars, for cream, or I have to do non-refundable deposits.  I had to transfer the cream, first.  I set the other dishes to wash, and jar lids.  But I hit the jars themselves.  Washed, twice, rinsed, and drying.  I'll get the rest shortly.  Can only do so much.  A shower, and shave it is hoped, after dishes.  Then some calls.  Reset the missed appointment and see about getting or giving the jars.  Ugh.

I'm hungry, but not.  Eggs?  That doesn't sound good, or on it's own.  What?  I'll think about it.  Later.

By the numbers.

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Seven.

A strange day.

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I did get a shower taken, then to the post office, just in time for a package.  Then to lunch.  That was it.  It was snowing today.  Some seem less surprised.  And, since I see what I do, I absolutely shouldn't be shocked, I was.  Why?  Knowing, seeing, doesn't change feeling.  We are getting it quite mild, even this late, compared to the rest of the country, even world.  Even with them suppressing the real temps, and snowfall depths, the whole world population is waking.  All fun and games until everyone is watching and cooking the books becomes impossible.

As to work, that was it.  I was awake until 14:00, probably closer to 14:30, then just woke at 21:00ish.  Sleep was quite good.  Dreams of a very good, if private sort.  No, nothing... just not all things are to be shared.  Yes, good sleep and dreams.  A bath today.  Just because, if not right away.

I still have dinner dishes.  Just a few.  I will reset those, but the main impetus is the carts and drying rack.  Oh, then calling about the missed appointment.  The first and hopefully the last.  Being able to make and reset within a week makes a world of difference.  I just forgot the day change.  It happens.  If anything else, beside dishes as an aside, clearing here in the living room... clearing and organizing.  I can sort boxes while I sit, if that can be as exhausting as any physical labor... probably less though, with the lung problem complicating physical function.  It's just, say, a 20 to 25 percent impediment, but that adds up.

I'll get some of it.  Later.

A nap in there, somewhere.

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I can't say when, or even how long.  I think it was around three hours, though more likely shorter by feel.  Though it might have been as long as five hours.  It's the cold.  Not so much weather as body.  Putting calories in doesn't mean the body can use them, or will.  There is a reason not to eat sometimes.  Or at least be cautious how much to put in.  It just sits in there.

It was sprinkling.  Just barely.  I wasn't sure until I took a close look.  Sam wanted out anyway.  I know she is wanting sun and warmth.  I am fearing that.  It can't be cool all spring and summer though.  I have decided not to put a new furnace and ac in this year, though a new window ac might be in the works.  It's a matter of keeping cash on hand, not going below a certain amount.

I will do other things this fall though.  Perhaps electrical, maybe new refrigerators and possibly a dishwasher?  If I do electrical it may only be partial, but I'll clear branches while at it.  I have been rethinking tankless water heating.  That would require an electrical main upgrade.  They are expensive, but they last a lot longer.  They are probably cheaper to run, if the real advantage is... done right... never ending hot water.  If, in truth, I only want it to open a lot of space in the tiny bathroom.  If the main one quits, I may go tankless with that too.  That one can be hooked to gas.  I have thought about checking into propane as well, to be used for heating in rooms vents can't go as well.  So many possibilities, options, considerations.

I'd best get a shower in, then start on the carts.  I am guessing, as a crow works, showering to implementing carts shouldn't take more, or much more, than three hours. A couple of rest periods in there may double it.  It really is difficult to breath.  I'll get to a bath right now.  Later.

Harsh.

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Breathing is difficult.  It isn't fluid in there.  It feels like the muscles are weak, it is taking some serious effort to pull and push air in.  It's not the heart, lung tissue, or fluid.  I don't know what would have caused the problem.  It reminds me of when coaches pushed too hard, then during a week down, over a slow recovery.

I did the dishes.  Supper dishes are soaking, but that is just a pan, a bowl, and a small fork.  I woke around 19:00, no idea when I went to bed.  I must have crashed really suddenly, heavily.  Missed an appointment, I'll fix it.  Didn't remember, saw a message but it didn't make sense.  Yeah.  I will make dinner shortly.  Hungry, a good thing, more since I eat so little lately.

With dishes pretty much out of the way, getting to the carts, perhaps the rack, should be easy.  It is time to work with kefirs in the fridge, and all sourdoughs as well.  A bath and shower after dinner, then carts, then the rest as I am able.  I need to wash my hair but can't do that while bathing, thus a quick shower.  It seems slow.  Perhaps it is.  But I am getting somewhere.  Seriously, everyone should know I shouldn't be alive.  Tell me about being judgmental, while forgetting that, is not only worse, it is petty.  Some people are being dropped for it.

Later.

A steady pace.

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Not as fast as hoped if about as fast as should have been expected.  Everything soaking, plus everything set ready beside the sink done.  A load from elsewhere has been set, and most pots and the steamer are collected by the sink.  Supper just wasn't all that pleasing, so I hit up oatmeal, which is just finishing.  At least the bathroom is in excellent shape.

As to airing, the next time I am up I'll hit that?  Or soon.  It is improving.  Keeping up on cat litter, dealing with trash and dishes, takes care of most of it.  The residual still has to be removed, and anything beside air flow simply masks it.  Taking a bath first, though, seems prudent.  The improvement in air quality is significant, I just want more.

Almost surprised.

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Down around noon.  Wanted to stretch into the day, but mostly wanted to feed the girls.  Did not want to feed them early.  It was a push.  Then awake at 20:00, an eight hour cycle.  I thought I would sleep more, definitely surprised.  Hungry.  Rice as a side tonight.  Perhaps cabbage, the stuff is good if buttered and salted.  Although meat, especially beef and pork, really make it sing.  Awake and definitely hungry, if I am eating less, both per meal and the frequency of meals.

I'd like a shower, but would prefer to get a probable nap out of the way.  I hate cleaning up, then sleeping.  It undoes... something.  I could shower twice, or bath then shower.  It seems wasteful, I can't get cleaner, but it is a pleasant occasional luxury.  And soaking feet from time to time, along with a pumice treatment is good.

Dishes... getting close.  When I get tea, I'll reset those soaking.  So close.  The dishes, carts, bath, and more airing out tonight.  I think I can.  The place is a lot smoother than it was, if I am not getting very far either.  I have been so close, several times.  I'll keep trying.  Oh, and I will price a dumpster rental.  When I have sorted enough, I'll pull the trigger on that.  It's the right time of year, money should be okay, it's time.

As well as resetting, rice is going.  Dinner in a bit.  Mostly bulky items, so dishes should be a breeze, plus they have been washed at least once.  I'm sure I'll get to a few things tonight.  Later.

Not quite.

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No work, no post, no doctor.  Nothing troubling other than simple exhaustion.  I was trying to stretch so as to do everything, ending doing nothing.  Well, I did call to reschedule.  I really try to do at least that.  I will make it to the post office tomorrow, somehow.  Crashing, nothing else today, bedtime.

My feet are freezing.  Lotion for the feet will help this time.  Probably.  Funny, as soon as I cooled down, I pretty much became too chilled to function.  As well, I broke my glasses.  I have a spare, if it isn't optimal.  I may see about the VA for those, and dental.  Though I will ask for the numbers so as to order spares.  I'd like to have two pair of bifocals and two pair of standard.  In a tough situation, often in general, I don't need easy readers.

I have to go on to bed.  Good night and morning.

A good sleep.

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More than a nap, less than a full cycle.  A hybrid, if I would still be asleep if possible.  I have to take breaks from putting lotion on my feet and legs.  Otherwise they burn, which is what woke me.  I have tried with or without socks... the only advantage to socks is that they can be removed, which can buy extra rack (sleep) time.  Still one or two times, every other day?  I'll figure it out.  I... just can't always keep up, if the whys sometimes are of reason, other times just a form of reality.  What can't be won't be, reason be damned.

A bite after waking.  Pork and salsa.  I didn't have salsa with it for supper, too many other things going on.  Salsa didn't fit in either.  Nothing fancy but it should help.

Burning up still.  The feet and legs started it, waking me.  Now I've got a minor sweat as if I had been working.  It has been whole body since shortly after waking.  With the furnace down, this is odd.  It's not a fever, just...  I have eaten more than usual.  That could be it.

I hope to get to dishes before long.  If it is sunny, or warmer, I'll do more airing.  Today is less about work than business.  Dishes are simply needed for more goals, so have priority status.  A shower in a bit as well.  Just bumbling through this morning.  I need to cool off.  Later.

About as good as I can do.

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Without using or making sauces, loaded with sugar, salt, or other items I need to avoid, everything from raw, only a few pure ingredients.  I can make food so good tasting it is addictive.  But it isn't good for me, or anyone else.  A simple blood sugar test will clue you in.  Though eating too much can have similar effects, spiking the reading.  I have found that eating the right foods, once you get used to them, is a natural limit... higher animal fats is the real key.

Supper was quite good.  Cabbage, pork, potato, butter, raw milk, and sour cream.  I doubt if I consumed three quarters of a pound.  Though I haven't been eating, that is becoming a more usual dose.  I may even need a nap shortly, if that is probably because I am not eating often.  All good.

Of course, I had to finish some dishes.  While doing that, I hit everything else and set up a third small tub of dishes.  I am getting things done.  The odor is going, if not quite done.  A few more airings and it should be good.  I will keep at it.  So tired.  Not a bad thing.  I have things to do tomorrow.  A nap, even a long one, might really help.

Tomorrow.

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Today.

Down at 10:30, awake at 19:30.  Planning to work and eat.  The meat is thawed.  I'll start rice and cabbage.  When that is well on the way, on to boneless pork rib grilling.  I think the salsa is still fresh enough.  Nothing like nearly bacon crisped pork with salsa.  The grain and veggie just add variety.  I need to wash the steamer and a small pot first.  I'll reset the dishes first thing.

Obviously, the second run at sleep was successful.  Sleep was wonderful, if even the second try was difficult at first.  It was still so wonderful to see the sun.  I wouldn't have changed it.  I suspect it will do much for me.  Awake.  In different ways.  I react much differently to both sources of light.  Now in a very positive way, if... as a child of shadows, there is a special cost, and grace I suspect.

Dreams.  Of times I hurt women with words.  Sometimes with intent, sometimes without thought, more ruthlessly at times in that without care.  And, yet, I know this must be, at least to be the mate to a woman.  A balance, between hurt and pleasure, balm and wound... too far either way and you will lose her.

The song, You Don't Own Me, isn't a truth, it is hoped... to be true, and not, by her.  Maybe by both at times.  A duplicity of love.  Something, if she loved me, she worked to create in the hopes it would never be true.  It... had to be tested from time.  Tested on the field of verbal combat, vanquished... on another field.  Ownership defined, conquest refined, reconfirmed.  Ownership verified.  Yes, I... sometimes easily remember.  Love is such a messy thing.

Okay.  Tea.  Resetting dishes.  Two hours to wake, if I am mighty hungry.  Later.
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Goodie.  I did the kickstart.  Finishing what was in the drying rack and rinse, all to being put away, setting two tubs of dishes to a hot soak, then moving one of the tubs to the counter so as to get the steamer and smaller pot soaking... hungry, put bags in the now dry trash can cleaned earlier, peeled and sliced the last portion of a daikon radish *munch, munch, crunch*, then fed the girls.  Oh, befote I sit for my wake-up session, I want to put a potato in the oven and clean cat litter.

Not a bad start.

The sun.

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As I was going to bed, just doing some final things, my back hall lit up.  I couldn't believe how bright it was.  Golden sunshine poured in, blinding me.  I just had to look, then longer.  I do not know how long it has been?  I went on to bed but couldn't sleep.  I tried, rolling, stretching out, flipping this way and that.  I think it was seeing the sun.

I really need sleep.  Not truly awake.  Not sure what to do.  I did a cycle of dishes, but couldn't seem to focus on more.  It's not the odor.  I used the fan in the bedroom to keep it clear, and it worked.  Just getting that full blast of total sun light opened something, or started something.

I did lotion my feet.  A dab is all it takes.  Now I have a headache, I think for still being up.  Oh, medicine and aspirin might help.  I'll try again, as it is painful to be awake.

One more load of dishes, then down.

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I've done half a dozen small jobs.  Finished with the trash can, but the water was still good so used it to clean the toilet, closed the windows after letting air try to exchange with outside fresh air, cleaned the litter before bed, and a bunch of smaller tasks.  It's still a bit rough in here, but improving.  However, for today, I am done.  Save for that last load of dishes, and setting up two more loads to soak.

I'm loving finally being able to get back to things.  I should thaw meat, just not several packs, and something I can grill, in case dishes hit another snag.  It sure wasn't everything on my wish to-do list.  Honestly I am surprised what I did.  I was about to crash when I began revolting against sleep, if really just to get the trash and recycling tended.  Everything else was just confused extra.  I am pleased.  More tomorrow, I am almost certain.  The post, though... just... not today.

Good morning and night.  Yeah, I'll lotion the feet.  *sigh*

The trash was far more than it seemed.

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Two nearly full pans of cat litter weighed more than I remember.  I add, halfway through the month, while keeping those clean.  Each ends with a full bag, so I suppose.  Then there were pans of food.  I have been trying to eat.  It just hasn't been working well.  Not at all.  Then a bowl of fish, back in the fridge.  As well, all the kefir out of the fridghad to go.  Be happy there is no such thing as smell-o-net.  It's chilly, and yet the windows will be opened, damn the fuel.  An hour?  And more when possible, as needed.

Still, good.  That was a major task, essential, had to be done.  With the trash can being cleaned, and dishes tonight, plus with airing after dishes, life should improve.  Holy smokes.  I won't bother with recycling.  One small, half empty, bag... when I am not sure It's the day.  No.  Trash is out and out.  All the trash cans except the one being washed are bagged.  But man, dealing with those parts wore me out.

I do have the laundry fluffed.  I'll leave that in until the house has been aired a few times.  The dishes are ready.  I'll hit one round, set up a fresh load, then take an hour down.  I'd really like to finish dishes, air the cave while I rest, then crash.  Just praying to get that far.  As well, I hope to make it to the post today.  Even more if I can.

A bit of a break now.  Hmm, lemon in tea might cut the smell?  Later.
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Before sitting: The dishes were reset, two tubs worth.  I use little tubs in the kitchen sink sides.  Then I set the air to circulating.  I set up another pot of tea, had the last of last week's milk, grabbed a jug of tea, and will enjoy a deserved break.  I just... wanted to increase my chances of success.  If I go to the post, I'll definitely want a shower.  I hate coming out of hyperspace into such bad things.  I'll fix it as I can.

I realize I am alone in this, and much else.  I'll... be figuring things out soon.  Have to.  Alone.  Later.

A beginning.

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The place is rough.  I should be able to sort it, the kitchen, back in a few days.  If I can start and keep going.  I almost crashed.  But, no, I insisted on getting the trash out.  That... is more complicated than it seems.  Recycling is finished.  Dishes... some put up, some rinsed and drying, a load reset and others gathered for the next load.  Laundry fluffing on air, the towels folded and up.  The bed roughly made so folding should be easier.  All that in about an half hour, more struggling to deal with the trash and recycling.  I... get... lost in my efforts.

No complaints.  I am hoping to complete each of those, and a bit more.  As I empty trash and the recycling cans, I have been checking them.  Any which have ooze in them, only one so far, will get bleached.  The good ones are just being reset with new bags.  Hopefully this week I will hit the big trash bins.  The way I am doing things now should mean the bigger inside can and even larger outside bin should remain clean, being doubled with the small bags going into a larger bag.  Double bagging each size, as may be needed.  Well, that is the hope.

I don't know if I will do what is planned.  I have become even more unreliable than usual.  So dark, cool.  Still, it is something.  I will bull through to get the trash out, then that and recycling to the curb.  The trash can cleaning and dishes are next.  Hmm, cat litter!  Then, if I have it, I'll finish laundry.  If I have some even then, kitchen carts assembly and perhaps implementation.  Wish me luck?

Gotta catch my breath.  Don't know where that bolt of speedy work came from, but I need air, and a seat for a moment.  And that actually as I thought I was heading to bed.  Later.

Up to noon, I believe.

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I remember, because I wasn't going to feed the cats until noon.  I figured it was 9:00 or 10:00 when I was about to crash. On my way to the bathroom before bed, I looked at one of the kitchen clocks... 12:15(ish, if I think those run fifteen in the hot).  So I did feed them.  Up at 17:30.

Oh, I remember part of why I didn't like using lotion before, beyond all other reasons, actually two problems.  One, it makes them hot.  Actually just pushing them to room/body temp through massaging, increasing circulation... the skin and tissue isn't used to it, so it seems hot.  Perhaps in time the body thermometer for that area will adjust?  The other thing was it used to take a lot of lotion.  I am cheap.  I mean a lot of lotion, say a tablespoon or two per foot and leg.  The amount horrified the accountant in me.  Cha-$$$-Ching  Since I started, after this last pedicure, I started with the old usual, and have had to cut back.  I think I am at, perhaps, a quarter teaspoon per, which I still have to finish up on my arms.  So, other than the hot-foot thing, I am good.  I've hit it morning and night since the last appointment.

I plan on work today.  I'll reset the dishes, fluff laundry, then begin trash and recycling after this break-wake, as far as I can go.  Oh, and checks for utilities, in an envelope, to go soon.  I finally owe, like $6 this month, full next month.  Yeah, enough for a couple years, at 20% (ish) over current monthly.  It... is as good as I can do.  If I get into these things, I will consider else.  Later.

What a storm.

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Not much done.  I ordered a pizza.  As I ordered it, then went to pick it up, it stormed as well as any thunder storm Iowa could hope to deliver.  Only much closer.  Chain lightning going across the sky, lattice like, and down.  The intensity was a marvel.  I don't think, until it stopped, there was a moment the visible sky wasn't lit, and usually in multiple areas, often chaining even then.  Short but spectacular.  The pizza was doubly worth the trip.

I simply can't get off my duff and going.  Is it the dark, along with major weather changes with it?  I suspect so.  I'll keep... planning.  If I can't I can't.  Bedtime.  For having done so little I am sure tired.  The pizza was the first food in a bit.  Hmm, life is what it is.  Good morning, day, and night.

Just awake.

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In every way.  It was around 17:00, plus a bit, when I woke.  I have no clue when I went to bed.  I think I slept really long, if... I just don't know.  I did lotion my feet before sleeping.  She really pushed for it, at least at bedtime.  I'll aim for twice a day.  Eventually a deaf ear can hear?  It will still mean a lot of misses.  Even so, I'll put it on the permanent to-do list.  It was raining when I went down, and looks to have rained all night.  Not heavy, that I remember.  Perfect for sleep.

Sam was a serious jerk last night.  She found the highest perch, and was jumping on my ankle.  Oh, I woke, and went to the bathroom.  She knew I had... something else on my mind, so stayed well out of reach.  I know I fed them yesterday, and checked their food and water which were good.  If it is my fault... hmm, litter?  I'll check before being too harsh.  If it's my failure, I eat it.  If she is being a moody little shit, she becomes a temporary person non grata.  Both happen.

Oh, something smelled bad.  I had just brushed, I showered just a bit before bed yesterday, I was still terrified it was me.  I know I smell off, just the house and cats.  But this was really off.  Thank God for trash.  Which reminds me... better get that together and out.  I haven't been keeping up on it all.  Still, it's horrifying to think that is you.

Dishe stink too.  I reset those and will get back to them and laundry today.  And the carts and clothes hanger... some things just air dry much better, wool silk and some synths require it, if cotton lasts better, if fluff or low can work with the risk of slight shrinkage and fraying.  Or, I'll get to what I can.  Hungry, for the first time in a while.

Later.

To town.

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Beside an appointment, I planned to pick up medicine and a 1 or 2 x 6.  I made the appointment.  Then lost all track of things.  Even dropped my tea jar, breaking it.  I was right, work on the feet adds to relaxation.  I have been drinking from glass half gallon jars for many years.  This is the first one I have ever dropped.  I couldn't believe, like in a dream.  I worked up to 300 to 350 pound grip strength, if it's been a bit.  Apparently, at some level of relaxation, it doesn't matter.  As well, usually I would have been able to recapture it.  I was so stone relaxed I just couldn't... "do".  So weird.  Is that what it is to be human?  I didn't like it.

Then again, that is why it is helping.  I just won't take glass with me anymore.  So relaxed I forgot the plank and pharmacy as well.  Back to town tonight?  You know what?  Sure. Ugh.  If I am going I had better move.  At least the pharmacy is drive-through.  Later.
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Ha!  I didn't think I would make it to town.  So relaxed.  I did.  I got all wanted, needed.  I considered grocery shopping, it just wasn't possible.  Now I get what happens to Sam.  I figured, so have been careful with her.  She will turn into cat soup, begin pouring down my leg, only to wake and claw at anything, not knowing where she is or else, only that she is falling.  Not good for either of us.  I just pay close attention so she doesn't sleep where she could hurt me.  Now, I don't relax that deeply, but with a massage or pedicure on top of weather and other lows I do begin to feel more like jello than wood or stone.

I am looking forward to trying the new tools.  After finding the studs, I'll cut the 1x6's to length, get those across two studs, then mount the rack as possible.  It's odd, for the sizes, it just is.  I should be able to figure something out... tomorrow?  Maybe.  All the tools are cordless.  I'm curious just how much zip the saw has.  Most drills, from most brands, of this sort, have serious zip.  I guess I'l find out soon enough.

Later.  A nap, a sleep cycle?  Something soon.  I am almost done today.

Some of it.

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I was pretty sure I would get things, most things, done.  I did half, a third perhaps, then staying awake became a problem, one I didn't realize I had until... I woke.  Hmm?  I crashed so hard and fast I really didn't see it coming.  I was already gone before  I realized.  Not a bad thing.  I think a weather shift, more than else, tripped me up.  It wasn't just the pitter-patter of a gentle rain, or the special cool that arrives with spring rains, but probably more it was the atmospheric change.  Something about weather fronts moving in, sometimes out, that takes me down.

I got about a third done, as I wake and account matters more clearly.  I have the list and will continue as possible.  Although I did more work, in an unexpected area, which would be equivalent to another third of the intended work.  So it actually wasn't as much a wash as I thought, in reflection.

I best get going.  A shower, shave, then?  I'll see when I get there.  A cup of tea to start the process.  Later.

A few things done, then a major crash nap.

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No surprise.  Shorting sleep while sandwiching solid work often leads to hard downtimes.  That it was only a nap is a bit of a lucky break.  A good nap.  Should be ready to hit it again shortly.

A load of dishes through, maybe two.  Then to set another load of laundry washing while putting what is in the dryer to finish drying or fluff.  Perhaps beginning to fold, or taking a break before folding.  Then, as able, constructing the kitchen carts and putting them into use, a shower and shave, interspersed with breaks as needed, and then another sleep.  I'll hold off on the retractable hanging air dryer until I can get a 1 or 2 x 6, and heavier wood screws, if I can't find some, next time I am in town.  Should be soon.

I realized I may be having visitors in a month or three.  I hope to clean and clear as much as possible.  I want both rooms as clear as possible, and a place open for a floor bed for me to begin trying well before they arrive so I can see if that would work for me, or find another way before they arrive.  I do have a camping cot, if all else fails, fit to my size.  I won't have guests sack out in inferior ways, especially helpers.  If that works, eventually I may try a Japanese floor mattress.  I just want as much done as possible so even play and touring can occur this time, so that a return visit is more likely.

If I can get things in solid shape, then I will have someone come in weekly, if possible.  That will make visits more common, and more about sightseeing and relaxation.  Or minor work orders, like shed roofing, roof painting, or such.  Just a job or two.  Actually, if my cousin visits as well, I hope to replace roofing bolts, and paint, the front lower roof section.  I can then hope to do the back lower sections myself through the summer.  The upper sections?  Those will happen if I can figure a safe way up, and around while up there.

Actually, I may do that whether he shows or not.  If my mother knows how to kill wasps in sheds, I may finally put that portion of the henhouse roof on, the one planned years ago.  As well, sometime this summer, I may try my hand at shingling... the outhouse closest to the main house, which is shaded most of the day, thankfully.  It's solid, otherwise.  I'd like to keep it that way.

Or, maybe, I am just dreaming, again?  Nothing gets done without a dream to name it.  Later.

Six hours down, with a bit of business in there.

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A clean bed, many dishes done, laundry getting back in order, and just a bit more light today.  Still cloudy, perhaps not as densely?  Sleep was good if I hoped for more, if numbers don't mean what they mean to others.  My sleep and wake cycles are broken, have been for a bit.  As well, I am terribly off my feed bag.  Not as if that is going to take off any weight, it just slows me down on top of else.  Still, I'll get to what is possible, perhaps then some.

Today?  The rest of the dishes, clothes, a shower and shave, assembling the kitchen carts, then putting them to use, and maybe installing the accordion drying rack?  There may be too much on the list.  After yesterday, tossing in a nap, if I can eat better without overeating?  Maybe, or some solid portion of it.

Money isn't tight.  And I mean it not to become so.  Something I hoped to do for friends I had to forgo today.  I already gave a handful out, had much more on one of my bills than anticipated, have medicine, doctor, and medical lab, plus a large gift going out next month.  And I haven't been tending expenditures well.  Don't take it bad... I have spent so much time in the red this last two years that I won't even test it.  And, if I am not sure this year, I still want a new furnace and central air, new refrigerator and other appliances, and a new kitchen floor.  Not to mention putting the en suite back together and a new electrical main and sub panel, and at least some tree work with that.  Yeah.  Don't take it personal.

A bit to wake up, then back to it.  Later.

All of the required, at least half of the wanted.

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Done though.  I can't do more.  Had to push and shove to get this far.  One of the sinks is clear, all laundry is dry, or close.  I even freshened a bit.  Just couldn't shower.  It was the folding and hanging laundry, and making the bed, which got me.  Now for a bit of a nap.

Well done.  I did more than I thought I could if a good lot of it was required... not that even requirements are real guarantees.  So, satisfied.  Good night.