Maybe not as planned. But...

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While I like, prefer, things to go as pencilled in, as long as things are happening I am usually good.  I had meant to wash dishes, shower, then put them back.  In working on dinner while doing the dishes, they were set to rinse before I could shower.  I'll get my shower yet today.  I did give the laundry a fluff.

I then ate dinner, then back to gaming.  I am about to go back to work.  Dishes, a shower and maybe shave, then cycling laundry.  I'll fold what is dry while watching a movie.  Yeah.  Still not much, or fast, but it's something.  Oh, I did order interconnecting wire boxes, to hopefully develop organization in the bedroom.  If it succeeds I may order more.  Like milk crates, only easier to configure.

I should call my mom.  Just to talk.  I don't know if age has been as hard on her as my health on me, if I suspect we are similar.  Which... causes me concern regarding her.  She will most likely outlive me, if that isn't as good as it can seem.  I hope it on one selfish hand, hope otherwise in a more giving way.  Not our choice in the end.

Well, I'll at least drain and do some dishes, then shower, after a call.  Good morning, day, to you.

I finally found it.

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The instruction video was found while pleasure viewing a vid on another topic... a murphy (fold-up) bed.  I'd like to put one in the spare bedroom, or my room.  Anyway, this particular model had static legs for when the bed was deployed, which became floating shelves when the bed was folded against the wall.

Right at eight, give or take fifteen.

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Is anything not more or less?  Oh, sure, there has been the random exact to a dollar, or ten(s of) dollar(s) change, and such... rarity makes those exceptions to prove the rule.  Same with other seemingly exact measures, weights, random numbers and such.  What am I getting at?  Nothing.

Sleep was good.  I think.  Feet are looking better but still not quite right.  Only one bathroom need during the night. If my feet were looking pretty bad before bed.  It actually doesn't make sense that they would be so swollen, that I only voided once, and they look much better this morning.  Weird.

I have been on medicine well.  For food, I dither between right eating (if sometimes the wrong food) to grazing.  Cannot focus.  I have changed what and how much I graze, pistachios or almonds and a cup or two max a day.  I have lost... control.  But I can alter key aspects if I can remember the need, desire, in time then focus.  FOCUS.  Brutal, have to force the issue.  Usually.

Meat is thawed.  Pork roast, steaks, and burger.  I should be eating well.  However, with social security on the fritz, this month is looking spooky.  I'll have to pinch every penny, stretch every nickel, cheap cheap cheap.  Canned tuna, burger, hotdogs, egg casseroles, no pork and steak as planned.  The butcher will have to wait.

As for steak being too expensive?  My usual half inch slab is half the price of my typical fast food order, sometimes a third if I get a side of chicken nuggets.  And I only eat twice a day max, with two veggies on the side max.  My food money is channelled into meat.  The only problem with steak this month is that steep up-front cost.  It's not a luxury item, either. It is what will keep me alive.  Oh, I am going to add porterhouse steaks into the mix, plus chops, pork roasts, chuck roasts, and burger from the butcher.  No lamb this year, just missed it and am going broke.  Blah.

Later.

Thanks for the reminder.

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Someone visited a post.  The post partly discussed shitaki noodles.  I honestly didn't like them.  And, yet, after blood sugar took a hundred or more point hit?  I am thinking whomever made the suggestion is probably right.  I don't think the sauce was a problem, just the noodles.  So, right, it's in the basket.  Bleh.

Zounds!

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I did get the laundry to dry, then set to fluff... just to be sure.  I did make it to nigh on 15:00.  Then I died into sleep heaven.  OMG.  Dark and hard as a steel fitted coffin.  Nothing, no thing.  I haven't slept like that in a coon's age.  I must have voided, three urinals are full.  Had mostly stopped using them.  Have them in there for nights like last night and when I am taking extra water pills.

It does look like the damn finally broke, or started to break.  There is still some minor swelling on top of my right foot, but ankles are not cankley.  Still, in normal recent times, that would be enough for concern.  So I will continue at the higher dose until I am running dry.  Usually two is maintenance, with three as an emergency number.  But five?  That's way out, ask even Monty Python.

Well?

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I will be awake to 14:00.  The laundry is dragging on.  I tried to dry too much at too low of a heat.  The second load will not get folded but should make it in.  Dishes are about to get hit.  Then set aside for a shower.  Bleh.  I realized I had an appointment today.  No way I  could make it.  Called to cancel and reset, plus get another eye visit.

I'll have to get paperwork to my doc for license.  I have three bills to pay, four.  Ugh.

I'm taking five 40 mg furosimide (water pills).  Have been for two... three?... days.  The feet, and interior though not lungs, are still flooded.  Yeah, I need rest.  I pushed, it isn't just exhaustion.  I didn't break anything, I probably bent a couple or dozen major somethings.  Yeah.  I seem to do that, and need to do that, from time to time.  One of my cousins does that to her dad.  She wasn't sure that was right, I heard.  It'll keep him alive.  No, not drinking more, on the medium to light levels... a gallon and an half to three a day.  I can go to four or five.

I'll give my mom a call, then check things.  Good night.

Alright, Skippy.

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The second load of laundry is in.  That will be that, for this cycle, if I hope to fold that and put it up.  It will be three loads, actually.  I gave up on dishes.  Or, more, the way I was trying to do them.  Usually the kitchen sink is better, save when I can't stand for long.  Then I go back to the tub in the tub.  I can sit while doing them that way.  And, yes, they are in soaking.

The best pasghetti sauce I have ever made.

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Possibly the best I have ever eaten, with the provisio that I like it "warm" and most don't even add to jalapeno level, let alone habanera level.  Some like it hot.  Started with a pound and half of burger, sauted in light olive oil.  Added a large dose of Italian seasonings, a teaspoon of onion and ginger powder (Gilligan will be so jealous) and two teaspoons of garlic.  Forgot to add the anchovy paste but decided it's never too late, so in it went, about a table spoon as with the tomato paste (both from tubes... really ramps flavor), then about an half teaspoon of my hottest pepper flecks.

I let that all mix and brown.  No salt needed, if I do salt the pasta while it cooks.  Then, I added a small can of diced tomatos, a cup and half of my mom's salsa, and a cup of the pasta water, then let that simmer for between half and one hour.  Oh my word.  The waiting was murder.  The long simmer (first time), the ginger, and my mom's salsa were the secrets.

I've been awake for a bit.  Moving slow.  I found the rosary but haven't started it yet.  I did say a few Hail Mary's and an Our Father.  I have it set up to start.  Medicine is still messy.  I miss, take it at the wrong times...  I am simply out of step with no quick way of jumping back into a right pattern.  It'll be a few steps forward, one or several back, in hopes that I go more forward than back and sooner than later.  Amen... so be it.

The list is still the list.  Laundry, a load, is going in now.  Later.

It isn't just me.

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I mean I am not just being lazy.  I was thinking that might be the case until I noticed something.  Legs are swollen.  That was a few days ago.  So I started back on medicine, which had slipped.  It isn't enough, so I just added more water piils.  No real choice.  I am a bit surprised.  Even that isn't helping, or as much or quickly as anticipated.  I'll keep at it.

Hmm? Well...

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It seems  to be going to fall fast out there.  In one sense it is good.  I can always wear more clothes.  However, the bob and weave in the jog of weather change is kicking my butt.  That and resetting medicine.  I can't say how often I missed per day or over what period.  I did try, for what it was worth.  I am able to go on them full tilt, though there is some loadstoning happening... would be at any dose.

So?  So I am tired.  I will keep trying though.  And I am doing more, even on my own.  Tonight?  Back to yesterday's list.  I did get a few more things done, just not listed items.  Probably didn't need to get the trash out, being a holiday, but far better a day early than late!

Blood sugar has been medium to high.  I just started checking again yesterday.  Perhaps I can get food back in trim, on the righter stuff at the righter times, with multiday fasting on weekends, starting next weekend.  I haven't checked bp lately.  I'll give meds some time.  Ugh.

Yeah, I'll try to get more off the list tonight.  Later.

Not bad for a short run.

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I realized, if tonight was going to be different, I had to start.  When?  Usually now is the best answer.  As to what... depends on the day.  Sunday, isn't it?  Yes and no, but for practical purposes, yes.  As in trash day.  I got much of it out yesterday, half by volume, three quarters by weigh, or more... cat litter.

So... I started there.  While at it, all of the trash cans and the recycling bin needed bagged.  Not just from the bags and clutter , but a pot of fresh eww and refrigerator cleaning.  There was something in the freezer too.  I even went through the eggs.  Wow, it had gotten rough.  I opened several windows and have a fan going.  It'll take a bit.

I hope to get laundry started, do some dishes, then get a shower and maybe a shave yet tonight.  As usual no promises.  The pork roast is grilling as I write.  It must be close...  *ding, ding, ding*  Talk about timing.  Later.

Wiggling the day around.

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Attempting a maneuver to such ends.  I did wake later, but for sleeping long.  Going to bed... trying to push that around.  That is not only not advancing, I am losing that battle for now.  I... the weather has something to do with it.  Warm one day, falling the next.  It's as moody as I am.  Well, and... meds, food, and still recovering.  Probably other things as well.

I did reset medicine last night.  As well, I got litter changed and most trash out.  Meat was thawed, so a good dinner... pork roast, peas, milk, and... ?

I hope to do more tonight.  No promises.  Merely a goal.  Same as yesterday.  Later.

What a gas.

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Didn't get anything done.  Shouldn't be surprised.  I am surprised I am doing the other things and staying up full days.  So...

Good morning.

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It's as close as I can get for  you.  I actually woke closer to 18:00.  An hour later and I'm just posting.  Sleep was fantastic.  Two days of working tuckered me out, if not... in a bad way.  Just tired enough to make sleep excellent.  I am going to try to hit the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry tonight.

Odd, even with all going, for home cooling, and it being cooler, I couldn't get it below 72 in here last night.  Perhaps that is close to the late summer limit, or I started too late?  I'll be trying again tonight.  As well, another shower, just body.  I am so dry and I need to work specifically on my feet.  Baby oil with coconut and shea, really helps.  Slather it on, after a shower, say once a week for maintenance... more as needed if you are hitting a dry spell or your skin is being fussily dry for any reason.  I really am learning to love the stuff.  Finally, my belly button isn't a dried out weird area.  If it's still a strange part of the anatomy.  After the whole body, then scaling dry skin from the feet and peppermint lotion on top.  Self-care... gotta do it.

It's already down to 70 outside, already cooler than inside?  Okay.

More work, driving lessons, and dinner.

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I asked what time it was, looked at the clock too.  None of that helped, didn't stick in memory.  However, I know I went to bed at 9:40 to 50, that I set ac to run for ten hours, and that it said it had five hours (probably plus and or minus up to nearly an half hour) on the timer.  So...  15:35 to 16:25?  In that neighborhood, when I woke, with little sleep.  It was enough.

First, back to work.  Two more windows were cut.  One was fitted back in, with a single hinge.  It needs two.  A latch and handle were installed.  The wood was from the cut, glued then with a plank screwed across all to hold it together.  Two more windows were cut.  It was cooler today but I got hotter than yesterday anyway.  A bit of cleaning, the sorting of parts from shelves plus their removal, then getting tools in, and that was that for that part.

While the Boss took a breather, I hit the showers.  Much needed, because of the heat of the day and... it's been a few days.  Got in a shave while at it.  Then on to driving.  I was choking, having problems shifting.  He took the driver position to figure out my problem.  Figured it out.  I returned to driving and now am about were I was when I left off before the trip, perhaps slightly better.  I was getting steamed, the switch out and discussion kept me from... creating unnecessary hiccups.

Then to dinner.  I don't have anything thawed, so I left the choice in his hands.  He finally went with a new Mexican joint in the next town over.  I went with several tacos, a goat meat burrito (it was that or beef tongue), and my tea.  He went with tacos and... something else...  just can't recall.  Pretty good, actually.  The burrito was more than I could quite finish, but he finished most of his meal.  All good.

I have the windows open and fans going.  It is, mostly, back to summer.  I need the cool.  Even with the cooling trim, the cave is still 72, with it being in the mid 40's out there.  Odd.  It's about time for another meal.  Pork and salsa, corn, and a glass of milk.  I finished the game I was playing, but there are other things to do in it, if mostly mop-up.

A very good day.  Later.

Nothing. Dreamed a fix. Still nothing?

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Yea.  Regarding the duck coop.  I... just couldn't see how to do things.  I knew the way I was going at it wasn't working.  I wasn't seeing my way to completion on the raised nesting areas, the hatch, the windows... it was all seeming impossible, or at least unlikely.

Last night, or the night before, time has gotten fuzzy in my exhausted situation, I dreamed a solution to the nesting area.  As dreams go, I wasn't sure if the solution would work.  But I woke with more than a dying man's hope.  Even so I couldn't get to work.  Then, this afternoon, I heard the Boss, so started getting going.  Wanna work, he asked?  You bet!, or something strongly in the positive.

It was warm!  Strangely, for me, I was glad to see, feel it, so warm.  I might even say it was hot.  The shiver of pre-winter, which had invaded the environs, mind, and body had been a bit much and a bit early.  It has rolled me into a minor depression. Was stuck.  Still might be, but today might help.

We got out there.  Had to do some minor deconstruction before trying the dream way.  It worked!  Quite well.  Got the raised nesting area set up.  Next, got latches on the window and front door so they won't bang in the wind.  Then we started on the hatch for egg retrieval.  This was another area of doubt.  I had no real plan, just parts, pieces, an end goal, and tools.

Wonderful!  The cuts went well, the wood removed went back together to become the hatch door.  A few pieces of cut and spare 2 x 4 and plywood made the hinges and latch fit and sit right.  It was work, plus thinking, plus all the woodworking skills both of us have, and nearly every power tool, plus other tools, but it really came together.  I even had purchased t-handles, and they are installed.  The only thing more would be rope for limits to travel for the hatch, and 2 x 4 pieces between the outside and inside walls, and maybe insulation.

Well... for that part.  Still need to craft another two windows, make a wire and mesh front double (high and low) door, do final cleanup, the figure out nesting and floor materials.  Not bad.  I called the man I am buying the girls and gents from.  All good, they need more time to sex them anyway, at least another week.  Cool.  I was beginning to feel guilty about being back but not calling, so that was served.

Darn it though, I may have to buy a belt sander to finish the nest platform.  And you Know how much I hate buying new tools!  Ha!  Oh, yes.  I best start looking.  Oh, and a small bit of feed, to carry me over to my own mix, plus some anti-skid material... even what is used for bathtubs would work... for the ramp.  Nice.  Not just doable, mostly done.

The Boss thinks he might be back tomorrow.  I hope to be out tomorrow, either way.  But... that has been the case since I got home, innit.  Blah.  Awesome!  I don't care, not a bad day.  Later.

Steak and winter.

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Well, not really winter.  The feel, and look, are there.  It is 45 at midnight.  If it doesn't drop too much more it isn't unseasonal.  But 65 during the day is.  I expect rain, from here on to snow too.  But there is something different about the last storm.  Too dark, bitter.  While winter hasn't truly arrived, it's shadow has.

No matter, I was hungry.  I got the grill going, put on a can of corn, then added an inch thick steak.  I went rare, and it was tops.  I have to remember to call for another group of steaks at the butcher.  Two meals a day, a larger and smaller cut of fatter meat, and three sides as I see fit to distribute.  It works.

The dishes were reset.  The goal tonight is to kick those out, do two hours in the kitchen, hit the bathroom, and start on laundry.  Then, tomorrow, get on the duck hutch.  I'd like a day or two on that on my own, if... I'm running out of days!  I'll save painting and limb removal until later in the week.

I wanted salsa, the habanera salsa my mom made just for me, with the last pork meal, but prefer it chilled.  So...  I put a jar in.  I'll have that with leftover pork as my second meal.  Oh, I did try it.  She did very well.  I'll have to talk her into doing that every other year, perhaps teaching me to do it the next time she is out.

I also need to reset medicine.  It takes concentration.  I think I can.  A few hours to let the midnight lunch settle, if I'll reset dishes, medicine, and set laundry to go before setting the timer.  Still tired, but wanting to crack back to work.  Later.

Rest and more.

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So needed.  No work.  That I am working at all?  That I have the vehicle mostly unloaded?  Not bad, actually.  I haven't restarted bio stat collection again yet.  Trying to get food back in the right trim.  Multiday fasting isn't on the schedule yet, but daily fasting is good.  Carbs... I have to have come off those for a bit before even trying.  Even then I might fail.  Still, getting there, and much better and faster than my return last year.

I do need to clear cat litter and get trash out.  A shower and shave, plus cleaning the bathroom while at it.  It isn't because it's Sunday that I won't do more, having failed to work yesterday, it is because I am not ready.  Truly tired.  Tomorrow?  A call about swimming, painting, the kitchen cleaning, and sawing down limbs are all in the running.

I don't always get why I like particular songs or singers.  It's a taste thing, if I think there is more to it.  A recent song that... just got to me.  The prophetic is often not understood by others.  If I don't always see clearly, right until I can't see otherwise.  I can almost taste the hunger I am hearing with my eyes.  Innit?

Lumpy and grumpy.

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No, not two dwarves rolled into one.  The bed remains a difficult new sleep medium.  And my body lets me know.  I'm not grumpy personally, just a thing of my body.  It took almost two weeks to mostly get used to that soft bed.  It might take longer, as my body is in recovery.  All good, it'll get there.

A pork roast, some veggies, a potato, and milk... and a call.  I have decided not to do heavy work.  I would like to snap the kitchen back into top shape, cook, and top off the bathroom.  As well, laundry.  All but the potato will be cooked outside, which makes my plans easier.  If I get that, I hope to shower, shave, sort cat litter, and get trash ready to go.  I think I can do most of that.  Probably.

An ache ended in a smile.

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An ache in my back.  I put a hand against my back, leaning into the hand to get the kink or whatever to release... a common fix for such.  I did work the trouble out.  But something felt... different.  My love handles, compared to the last decades, are far smaller.  I still have a belly, if it seems to be getting smaller too.

I had a dream in which I was thinking about becoming more muscled.  I think I remember hearing that being on the water pill, through constantly draining, allows for fast building, as it removes the acid that usually collects in the muscles causing the literal burn.

As well, what I eat helps, plus the way... which was retained out there in that we ate once or twice, close together.  I was intermittent fasting, if killing carbs.  Although I had been eating correctly for building muscle until I arrived there.  I was primed to build.  I worked as hard as I could for several days, then took days off, with mild or no work as needed.

I couldn't keep that up for long.  As is I feel as if I am drowning in muscle, and exhausted for it.  I wouldn't mind getting used to this level, perhaps adding to it.  Swimming, keeping at projects, keeping up on the cave, and eating right?  We will see.  It might be too much.  I feel as if I have become concrete, which is slowly drying.  Ugh.  I wrote the first paragraph earlier, had most of the rest in my mind, but crashed so hard I needed sleep before I could finish.  Intermittent sleep?  Maybe.  :)

Later.

Solid.

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Amazing.  Biceps, triceps, and calves, at least... like rock.  Forearms as well.  Sized up a nice bit too, at least for my age.  Murder tired but able to do some work.  Yesterday the Boss visited for a driving lesson.  He wasn't sure if he would be back this week, though thought Friday if so.  Nope.  Dropped in today.  We started in on the duck house.

I am still terribly exhausted, but I would rather keep working.  I can't push all on my own, so this is good.  As well, it will push me to do more on my own.  We got one window cut, and part off the nesting area going.  After clearing and cleaning the inside. More to go, on all accounts.  Always good to get a start though.  It looks like my greater concerns with cutting into the walls isn't half and less as annoying or complicated as had been thought.

I won't work tomorrow, but Saturday and Tuesday, on the hutch and limb cutting.  Solo. He will be back Wednesday or Thursday.  All good.  Once that area is handled, I'd like to get a new front door, a new window in the spare bedroom, then a new back door and screen door... storm door...  perhaps front and back.  Yeah.  Help really does help.  Oh, and maybe a second coat and calking on the south facing second level windows.  Ugh.

Later.  Or good night.

There are several reasons for the exhaustion.

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When as tired as I am, it is difficult to think clearly.  After a very good, long, deep sleep, my faculties are more in play.  If too, while waking, one of the reasons became clear.  My bed here at home is a rock compared to the pillow soft mattress I slept on in my mom's spare room.  It beat me up there, getting used to that... and is doing similar in reverse.  I much prefer the rock, I am simply not used to it.

More.  While I am delighted as cool as it is, that takes me down a peg itself, until I get used to it.  As well, weather patterns have been going through, I am changing back to high fats, and the altitude difference.  Yeah, add all that to how much work I did and the drive home.  I should be exhausted.

I had a dream last night.  Someone was praying fiercely, at Satan.  I suggested he not bring pride to his prayer, as that was Satan's main attribute, so a great risk to attempt to use against him.  The one praying looked my way.  Fiercely at first.  It so started me, for it was my face.  Then the one praying took on a humble visiage, turned forward, and returned to much more gentle prayers, just to God.  Ignore the false in prayers, just focus on God?

Exhausted beyond reason.

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I suspect I simply pushed too hard for too long when it was too hot and humid.  Then the return drive.  While I have rested, I have been doing some work, more than it seems, since returning.  I think I have a week for nearly pure downtime.  Grilling for food, resting as I need, sleeping as I must.

I missed the driving lesson.  Shopping, and just getting around in town in the crazy traffic, just ate time.  It Couldn't be helped.  I made spaghetti tonight.  I am still coming off carbs, can't quite go cold turkey.  Brutal.  This is my first non-keto meal.  I don't mind.

I am still hoping to look for a vehicle.  But I can narrow online?

My aunt gave me a blessed rosary while I was out there.  I prayed it nearly every morning, and it never went missing.  I need to find it and get back to it.  I have intentions for each... for my aunt, in gratitude, for neighbors who were set to have a child, for my brother and his family, for the church, for... even for greater humility.  Having intentions, more so set in advance, helps.

As was mentioned long ago, and has shown through recently, coming to a good relationship with Mary has been a trial.  Now that I have it, I very much enjoy it.  I think it improves my relationships with other women too.  It... rounds the corners a bit, or such... softens animosity.  Mostly.  ;p

Oh, a song that oddly fits with another.  I'll play one of them tonight, perhaps the other again soon.  Some will get it.  Or, a bit of it.  Unrelated to events, just a correction of an old misunderstanding about the second song.  I do chuckle when I see them stumble in the dark.

Stupid clocks!

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For whatever reason... wait... no, that is right?  Well... something is still off?

I, yeah.  Maybe not.  I thought I had more time, thinking I woke at noon.  It was 13:00, now that I wake enough for recall.  Then thinking I hadn't done much, but I actually did a lot more than just shower.  I unloaded and stowed toiletries, collected and put some of the dirty laundry back, found food stuffs and got those to the kitchen, etc.  Actually, tabulation leaves me impressed.  I crammed a lot of little, often complicated or involved multistep chores, plus a shower, in 41 minutes.

Driving lessons tonight.  And I will begin searching for a second vehicle this week.  I have a call to make, about the ducks.  If they can give me two weeks... I'll pay now, and a bit for feed if so.  I just hope they aren't too crowded.  The world, at home, begins anew.  I like this summer.  I can't keep this pace forever, but if I can go from this to half this pace regularly...  life returns.

Later.

A later wake.

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I needed more sleep.  Being so much cooler it was far easier to get it.  That is the last time I visit Iowa in the summer though.  Too hot and humid.  Well, not unless I must.  Dinner is about to go on.  Missionaries visited, so we had a good visit outdoors on a good day for it.  I am not a typical Catholic, I do know enough of the Bible.  Not by heading numbers... by content.

I am hoping to begin putting things away and washing clothes, as well as unpacking.  I didn't get the trash out, or litter cleared and replaced, but I will get the litter and trash out today as well.  Oh, that last post...  too late but I had meant to pull it for a few weeks, perhaps refine it.  May change a thing or two, if it is too late to pull.

I best get the roast going, on the grill.  Later.

I resemble that remark.

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Troubled no less.

Oh, right.

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I forget I can blog again.

I woke fairly early, before noon, perhaps before 10:00?  Music, reading, cooking, setting up the hoses, then watering tonight, with another meal about to get set.  Well, mostly resting, to simplify.  I should check trash.  There is some to go, if the largest part will be cat litter.  I need to change all of that.

Oh, milk arrived.  I sure miss good milk.  I do drink storebought, just a lot less.  And, no to organic grass fed storebought.  Beside being out of my price range, it is homogenized and pasteurized, meaning it is pretty much the same as the rest.  Yes, raw milk is sorely missed.  Not legal to buy in Iowa, from what I could tell.

Next month I need to buy more steak, as well as a few other things at the butcher shop. Bones for stock, broth actually... no veggies.  Chuck roasts and burger as well.  Enough for several months, if the highest fat... 70 vs 85 lean, if I have that right.  I can't do lamb this year.  I may see about a hog, or half, the month after that though.  

It is far cooler than the news is saying.  It is saying it is 66 F, but it was 56 to 58 an hour or more ago.  I can't remember the high today, but yesterday, and in Iowa, both broadcast and my app were always wrong.  Missing weather is one thing, not being able to take correct measurements is pure fraud.

The highest it got in the cave was 75 or 76, but it was only that hot later in the day and is already down to 73 in the main area, 69 in the front room.  While a degree cooler than where my mother usually kept it, it is much cooler without the humidity.  It is wonderful!  From the news it looked like I had really hot days for my return.  Not so much.  Grobal warbbling may be out with even low infos, but academics and the "news" are still pushing it.  Soros and his lot must be pretty much paying for all of the "news".

Oh, a dream?  Vision?  I'm not sure I will share.  I'm not sure I will even post.  We'll see.  Truly intense.  True?  I... have my suspicions.  I'll go over one part.  Not sure I posted on this part, but I think so...
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I saw, whether in a dream or vision, the 'hole' in which God became.  In it, without space, time, or form, over time spans incomprehensible to men, God and not God slowly parted.  That which was not god, while it hated God, did not wish to go.  Fervid dreams of the worst sort could not explain what God went through, weeding what He is from what He was not, one bit at a time.  Then making that separation permanent.

Of all the things I fear, being sent on His journey is the only threat which might make me consider hell rather than that.  I Wouldn't, but it would be a close call.

What I saw this time was what He last sent from Himself.  His... worst enemy.  Both the most difficult element to send away, and what He least wanted to remove from Himself.  All else had to be already gone or this wouldn't have been possible.  Oh, yes, I did see, and part of the struggle.

I can only speculate as to why what ended happening from that.  If I have some reasonable ideas... if true.  Wild stuff.

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Food is almost ready, watering is finished.  Later or good night.

Back!

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Tired.  I returned in the early afternoon.  I got a plant clipping I requested from my mother in and in water so as to root, clothes in, electronics in, toiletries as well, and the cold and frozen food in and away.  Not bad, after a seventeen and more straight drive.  I made it both out and back on a single run, no hotels.

Quite a set of jobs out there, beside the drives.  I scraped both eaves (?) of her house, painted most of one, took down as many branches as possible to clear both her drive, roof, and back yard...  walnut, much of it... seriously hard wood by the way.  Then I felled a four in one tree at her friend's.  Friend?  I don't think terminology is keeping up with social, civil, conditions?  If more like old school boyfriend and girlfriend?  Of the nearly grade school sort?  Only more adult without adulteration?  Anyway, all that, plus shopping, various runs to the post and such, and other.

It was broiling there.   Brutal work days, some of them.  It was that way pretty much the whole time I was there.  Humidity was steep.  Working in high summer is always a test. Felling trees with chest high cuts was a trick.  The chipping, painting, and other cutting just became oppressive over time.  The other bits were more annoying for one to ten reasons.

The main sun block didn't work.  Made it worse.  The other was too weak or also made it worse, if more mildly associated to It's milder formulation?  I didn't end burned.  Not sure if I finally acclimated or if there was enough cloud cover?  I did gain weight, but am still easily, more easily, in 38 jeans.  Muscle.  To be sure.

The Boss showed, so talked a bit.  Some of the kitchen, weeding, and watering were kept up.  Plans were discussed for the hutch and else.  He looks ready... for school.  And an end to summer, and that sort of work.  I am hoping to get a few winterizing bits done, but duck preps first.

Just checking in after partial unloading, cooling, and a nap.  Cooking a steak and corn.  Can't fast quite yet... next weekend.  Later.

Can't sleep.

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Rested in bed for as long as possible.  Resting as I wait for the time to go.  One of the things I was looking for was finally found.  A 12v charger for the phone.  I will be using the phone map, if it works, when it works.  It isn't a great system.  It might work as a secondary backup.  They just don't have it down.  Maybe never will.  Not very dependable.  Still, since I have it, I'll try to use it.  Can't even get it to save the route.  I finally put the start and destination points in, if it wouldn't let me name the end point.

Although, to be honest, I haven't had good experiences with stand-alone gps guides either.  It's been a while, if millenial, Indian, and Chinese engineers don't provide confidence in improvements.  They just want you to buy their junk, then buy other "better" junk, never thinking it is all junk.  By the time you learn to program well enough to realize you have been taken, the brick is yours.

Almost everything is packed.  I... don't pack well.  Not in any sense of the word.  Too much/many, too few, poor placement, missing items.  Whatever.  It's not like I travel often though, either.  And I am used to having... lots of things around.  Tools and the chainsaw do take up some serious space.  Plus chainsaw blade and gas oil, and a tank for gas (currently empty).  It almost seems foolish to take until you realize how much that stuff costs on the fly.  It's brutal out there.  I do need an oiler can, with a small nib for the chain oil.  I can't find the old one.

Shins are both still rough.  I really nicked them, and bruised.  At least I didn't scalp them.  I've been too busy to eat, sleep, and medicate correctly, so they aren't healing as well, quickly, as could be hoped.  They did get me right over a terribly stubbed big toe though.  One great pain dwarfed by a set of greater pains.  There is that.

Later, probably by a long shot.

Running just a bit behind.

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Breakfast was okay.  I wasn't sure about the server this time though.  I really hate getting a male server.  Yesterday I got a male, but had no doubt that he was straight.  The tipping, assuming competence, goes from pretty and female getting the best, then any female, then straight.  Gays or dubious get the least.  It's my money.  Why hire them?  I suppose high end spots think it's sporty, but blue collar joints?

I did get signed back up for AAA.  I rarely ever needed them.  It's a mental comfort.  I won't say they saved me any money, but they do make it so that the higher cost times... the bill is spreed out.  I really like the peace of mind.  I would have had them do a trip plan, if I probably really don't need it.  On the other side, they could probably optimize around road work.  Perhaps they could find better than overpriced flea boxes to stay at?

So close.  I will call and let her know about the delay.  She thinks I left last night... "...takes his while like a Northern summer".  Then to sleep.  I am still in good shape, not overheated... yet.  But if I don't tuck and chill, I will begin pushing things.  Later.

It's a good thing I dug in.

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As is, I am barely ahead of schedule.  And I have a shower to take, then laundry to set.  Plus, I might as well load the vehicle with what is ready.  My 8:00 goal was optimistic, definitely thinking I could get out earlier was bogus.  Still, it will work.  And food this morning will hold me well into the night, perhaps until tomorrow morning.  Though I prefer jerky, and candy occasionally, on long trips.  Not to stay stuffed, just to keep it trimmed up.

Most of the dishes are done.  I just need to pack toiletries, the ps3 and tv, find the 12v phone chareger, get that in later, pack what is ready now, and laundry.  Always more?  Time to shower and feed up.

Bleh.

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Laundry is nearly finished.  Dishes?  Everything is clean.  But there is so much.  Packing is nearly done.  Food would be good, there just isn't anything easy enough.  Pickles?  No, they are too much on an empy stomach.  Same with sardines.  I just might make a morning run for breakfast.  Or not?  Hungry but busy.

Hmm... if I kick out the dishes by 8:00?  Then yes.  The last load of laundry can be put in, if so.  I'll need a shower before going.  When I get back I can put that in the dryer, checking it before leaving tonight.  I sort of have to.  My travel clothes are in with it.  Spilled dish water on it today, wanted those freshened either way, after wearing them all day.

Raining, or did a bit earlier.  Cools things.  Not enough to make it humid.  Less so when the sun is down.  You know, I really am hungry.  I might push through, try to be out earlier.  I have had double meals the last few mornings but that is all I have been eating.  Later.

Needed that sleep.

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Needed more.  Can only chip away at sleep deficits though.  And heat excesses which cause illness also take time to undo.  Yeah, just on the edge of that.  Going out every day for this last week, being awake and working in the heat of the day without much reprieve... I am surprised I am not bedridden.  I really am doing better.

Dishes were drained.  But they have been set back up.  While there are quite a few, I think I can finish them.  The second to last load of laundry is getting a fluff.  I may do one more very small load, or two if leaving the last dried in the dryer.  Cat litter will be reset.  Actually, I should scoop that to... loosen and dry any bad spots.  I haven't been keeping up on that all that well these last few days, for obvious reasons.  As well, there is a bit more to pack.  Most of what is left is waiting on my last shower.

The goal is to finish and be back in bed by 10:00.  Which should make a 16:00 wake, for a shower and 17:00 departure?  Well, it would if I was actually going.  You do realize this is just another story, don't you.  I couldn't drive seventeen hours, even split, in this heat. Maybe in October, or September, or in spring depending on which seems cooler but not snowy.  Was the tale convincing?  Or were there too many details, sounding false for it?

I am doing dishes and the other work tonight though.  Later.

Not today.

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The vehicle is mostly loaded.  My suit cases are almost finished.  It isn't just laundry, but the fact that the day was already stretching far too long to get a good long sleep in.  Time simply slipped through my fingers.  A good effort was put in though.  I even remembered to stop my mail at the post.

I still have two loads of laundry, one drying.  I might be able to do the dishes.  I got the cat water system reset, and will probably reset litter.  After sleep.  I am overheated, plum worn down.  I can't quite just finish or simply go.  Too late, tired, with too much to do.  I'll get there.

Certainly not perfect.

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Not bad though.  I ran out of time for a shower this morning.  I had one yesterday and the day before, plus will have one before leaving.  Laundry is backed up, with two loads waiting to get to the dryer.  The one in it was too big, so I halved it.  The rest of the laundry is pretty much worked.  As for dishes?  I've done much.  Not all will be done.  It is time to load some things and get to town.

So much yet to do, but it is coming to a close.  Any dishes left unfinished will be drained.  Dish water left to sit ends up competing with used diapers as to bad smell.  The rest?  Laundry all has to be dried is all.  The rest will be what it is.  Later.

Big tech in trouble.

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I suspect a great deal is going wrong for them, or on many fronts.  FB, of course, is pulling up lame.  Investors talk a mean game over free speech concerns, but as globalists they ordered him to do that if it happens to be what he wanted to do doesn't matter.  The real problem is advertisements aren't paying.  When masses of activity, a majority, is bought Chinese or Nork slave clicks, when companies finally pull their head out of their nethers, it gets ugly.

It is probably getting just as ugly with deep state.  Now, deep state doesn't need clicks for adverts.  It wants American and European civilian info.  They don't give a crap what a Bangladeshi wants to buy, or finds interesting or attractive.  With so many fake accounts, and a penchant for blinding the ability to see which clicks are from where, and by whom, the deep state has ruined all it's data.  Did you hear about their recent data dump?  It wasn't just because they are afraid of prison.  It is also because the data is corrupted for their purposes.

As well, president Trump is slowly, carefully, cleaning house.  You don't just trounce through a swamp.  Gator, snakes, poison water, bogs, pitfalls, and else takes down the unaware, incautious.  He, we, have a lot of enemies in the government, media, military.  All of them, as moles, looking for the bounty on the last pro-American president since Reagan.  Deep state is trying to cover it's own but as it is transformed from a weapon against Americans and back to a tool for us.  It's being skinned alive.

Way more work than I thought.

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Some of it is backlog.  Clean clothes, for example, that have to be sorted and folded to find what I need.  My word, I DO have socks.  Well, and as I sort, I am finding clothes which need washed.  Yeah.  I have three loads, smaller ones, oddball stuff, to do.  I have two loads of regular stuff cycling through as well.  I am actually impressed with how well I kept up on laundry, if I fell down on folding... considering I had mostly put laundry so far back on priorities.

While jamming on getting laundry handled, once I realized it was more than it seemed, I lost track of the dishes being refilled and drained all the hot water.  Oh well, I will get to it.  Some things can be loaded before going to town.  Bedding in case I wish to sack out, or for there, a few jackets, one for work, one for general, one for rain.  Perhaps boots as well.  The rest will wait.

I... once I realized the problem, dug in pretty good.  As soon as water heats back up... shouldn't be long... I will refill.  If still hot, I'll get a shower kicked out.  Then back to it.  While I take this break I will fold the last bit of laundry leftovers.  I'll get it done.  There is always more, especially at crunchtime.  At least it won't be throwing my exit schedule off as it has in the past.  Actually, it might make my sleep better, easing the drive.

Oh, directions!  I'll look those up before starting on the laundry.  Later.

For better and worse.

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I have another hour before the alarm.  After posting this I will hit the dishes and check laundry.  The timer is more of a limit than a requirement.  If I could work straight through I would.  If I can do more, after those, I will do some packing.  I am taking a bit more clothing, so as to have two sets of painting/work clothes and then several sets of standard daily wear.  Still, packing, as a guy, is much easier.  Coordination?  A shirt goes with pants!  Clean is optional.  If I do try.  If it has stains?  It just becomes a work shirt.  Pants don't really matter, mostly.

Medicine is ready to go.  Not taking all of it.  Two double week medicine containers, portioned for each day and night, plus a separate batch in bottles.  I hope the humidity doesn't mess up too much of it.  I have to be careful. At least with my own doctor on the side, I can definitely get medicine, in a hurry, if needed.  No muss, no fuss, no two to four hour drive, or begging bureaucrats or bureaucratic doctors or their hateful flunkies, or anything.  I have to pay, but that is still better.  I actually finished getting that ready while waking.

A long rest.

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Desperately needed.  I can't be sure when I  went down, save that it was after noon.  An half hour, or three hours, after is the question.  I wasn't sure when I would wake, if I thought it would be earlier.  Just a bit after 23:00, real time, currently.  A bit tired and heat sick.  I have time to clear some of that.  And, if everything works tonight and tomorrow, I will sleep through the worst of the heat, heading out into heat, but day end heat, through draws and canyons at higher elevations so cooler, plus getting less sun.  Then driving more at night until dawn and a meal.

Always take some bedding.  And I'll have my smaller pack plus a container of water.  It's harsh out there, should there be a problem.  Can't be sure about phone reception, and I couldn't walk far.  In midday heat, five miles, maybe ten, without a load.  It's a different place out there.  That is why some people have never been far from home or family.  Not an unwise notion, altogether, if with problems all it's own.  There is no escape from woe.  And certain joys can only be known through blind risk.

It is good to finally know the day and time of departure.  It is the fog of war, any war, that is the worst.  It is the unknown that saps the will, killing curiosity itself over a long enough time.  Having a plan, one which should work easily, and one which is about to begin, makes life easier.  Now just to make it happen.

Packing, a load or two of dishes and laundry, things that won't be packed in luggage but will be going collected and centralized, a shower, and?  Oh, directions.  I have the maps, I just need to figure out the fastest way.  It probably doesn't matter which way I go, road work is an automatic summer thing.  Hate it all you like.  I assume it will add five hours or more to any two to three or more state summer travel.  Avoiding it adds just as much or more time, from what I have seen.  Often there is unreported work on lesser roads, and they are already slower.  It is what it is.  A navigator would help, if she can be map trained.

Gotta spend some time waking.  Hungry, but I don't want just eggs today.  A good excuse to get to town an hour early.  A smaller breakfast today, perhaps a skillet.  Eggs, potatoes, cheese, and a few veggies if mostly for color.  Gah!  Went and made myself hungry!

I don't want to, can't, just jump into work.  I will start laundry and refresh the dishes.   They are rinsing.  I'll set a timer for two hours.  When that sounds, rotate laundry, rotate dishes finishing half to a third, get a shower, set the timer for two more hours, begin packing, and so on?  It's..the plan.  Always have a plan and be ready to dump while running and gunning when all else fails.  I just can't work straight through.  Later.

Two out of three, and change.

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A bit more?  Tire rotation and vehicle cleaning, inside and out, done.  The oil check will have to wait until tomorrow.  It is arranged.  They dropped me from the list before though.  I always worry now.  Especially with no time to goof.  I also picked up a few last minute items.  Vitamins, actually should be taking two of those a day by calorie intake tables by even optimal size/weight.  A good start.  I had a good breakfast while waiting at the last... regular place in town... for as long as it lasts.

It has been partly cloudy, so cooler.  It still hit 80, and is 76 plus in here.  Ugh.  An ac nap, then last bits of work.  Packing, dishes, laundry, finalized collecting, but not much goes out until after the oil change.  Bits and pieces.  I was actually glad for the stall on the oil change.  I'm... I need rest, more rest and more time to organize.  I can sleep plenty and still have time to work now.

I get the oddest sense that I am known, somehow, and intensely disliked.  Even so, for whatever reason, I am treated exceedingly well.  I don't think fear is involved.  I... have ideas of possibilities.  It's... not just who might be suspected.  Or the secondary local group. It extends into the dis- and un- associated?  Really?  Yeah.  And they have no reason to play nice, or really play rough but actually treat in a functionally exemplary manner.  Unless I am missing something?  I don't miss things, usually... until I don't see the wall I am about to hit at speed.

Yeah.  A nap.

Could it be that the notion of a muse isn't understood.  Or is, but that is considered the wrong play?  Either still being too fresh, or fresh in the wrong way.  Probably a mix, of that and more.  It is a very small area, and they really know way too much (if they also really don't understand what they are seeing), and everybody seems to have opinions about what is none of their damned beeswax.  Hell yeah I know you watch.  *blink blink*

Later.

A bodily amuse-bouche?

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The efforts of late, that is.  Even if it is wearing me down, as a mild precursor to greater efforts, it is happening in high heat, without whole-house ac, and without any hope of reprieve until I am there, and with a major drive as the final pretrial gig.  While there will be more work there, the conditions are more favorable.

I would like to make it in one toss, driving straight through if possible... however unlikely.  I won't be fit to work for a few days, after arriving, but when I recover I should be able to work well.

I couldn't stay awake long enough to open up the house.  Then again, it is only in the mid 60's out there, 75 inside... 76 with a mild rounding up.  It isn't going to be a cool one.  A cooling shower shortly?  Maybe.  I just reset dishes.  Packing luggage, unpacking the vehicle, dishes, and some laundry tonight, then to head to town by shortly after 7:00, are the goals.  Ugh.

I probably won't take off tomorrow, unless all mechanicals are completed early, then I can get packed, and then I get eight to ten down, a shower and shave, heading out into the night.  That would improve my chances of one-shotting the drive.  Driving at night, when tired, is doubly difficult.  Stimuli is quartered... need muh stimuli.  Driving at night, while fresh, is wonderful.  Then it's a matter of staying cool enough to not burn out during the day leg.

Actually, starting well before dusk, say 16:00 to 17:00 would be optimal.  Still hot, but with the sun behind.  Finding a place to squat out the vicious dawn while eating is the trick, beside handling heat in general.  Yeah.  That is the optimal run.  I may or may not be able to hit that today.  If not, then tomorrow.  Gosh I like plans.  Even if they don't result perfectly, even with hiccups, it's a start for the next beginning.  Isn't it all about new and next beginnings?

A rough go.

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What is wrong?  Hmm... *squints*  Yesterday.  I cooked off too long.  Pushed it too late.  Then woke too early to do more.  I am satisfied with it, there is a cost involved.  I did clean out my cooler.  I will clean out my car and get that cleaned, perhaps.  I will make it to the appointment.  That is probably it.  Oh, perhaps set an oil change and tire rotation appointment for tomorrow?  Ugh.

I am hungry but I don't have anything easy, right, to cook.  I may root around a bit more.  No butter either.  Oh!  Eggs!  It's getting a bit bland.  Just eating fried eggs, by themselves, a bit to often.  I need... something else.  An half a potato, leftover baked, fried with the eggs, bacon, even toast.  Bacon, steak, etc., could be every meal.  The carbs, even gooder kinds, would need to be occasionals.  The limits on meats is expense and added work.  Ugh.

I also shaved.  I tried baby lotion.  Why.  Well, I am cooking my face by daring the heat.  Baby lotion was a part of a suggested regimen for that.  I also heard that one could shave with it.  And?  Jowls, yes, chin, no.  Youch.  It would have been an easy way to apply, mostly.  I hate putting stuff on as much as I hate taking medicine.  I still need to shower.

I am slowly gathering things I will be taking.  Some gifts, some items I use, tools.  It'll be more than I thought.  If it will fit easily in the back bench, including clothes.  Ugh.

My mother called yesterday.  I just got the notification this morning.  Just checking.  She sounded rather happy.  I was beginning to wonder about it all.  Frustrating days of heat during the moving process.  And she is slowing a bit.  Though I have serious talent at hitting the wrong chord at the right time, absolutely without effort or intent to make the most loving, mild, humble critter turn into a raving beast out for blood.  I... really do.  Oh, but you knew that.  *recall*

Uhm?  Eggs!  I am so hungry they will do plain.  Really, not bad, just...  Farm fresh is worth it.  Later.

Sleep was fantastic.

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The Boss, and others, might be weatherized for summer work, but I am not.  Working, in daylight, even in the more moderate heat of 84 F, and I am spent quickly, get ill.  I forgot to take tea... really need to remember that.  Though, as hot as it seemed today, I doubt if it would have mattered as much as other days.

The sun sickness is nearly done.  Some episodes take longer to repair from.  Between pushing previously, beefing up working as much as I can lately, and whatever else, recovery from overdoing has been swift lately... on my scale of things.  After becoming a little less bleary eyed, I'll be getting to work.

It is down to 72.  I have shut some of the cooling down.  Any more and I won't be able to function, after today.  The shine scrapes from mishandling the sheet of plywood today isn't as bad as I had feared.  Just nicks and mild bruising, not the long peel as I had feared.  All in all, not too bad, even on the worst sides.

Today will be long.  The car has to be emptied.  Clothes and else need to be prepped and set aside.  Then all of the auto stuff, starting with cleaning.  Plus an appointment later.  What can't be done today, it is hoped, can be done tomorrow.  I am so ready, and not, to go.

At least I am doing enough, but not too much, so as to sleep before this trip.  I'm not as nervous this time either.  It hasn't been years since I've seen my mom, travelled, been to Iowa, or been away from home.  I don't have all the buildups, and I have been out, working, and doing minor sunning even.  *cough*  Within limitations.  *cough*  Yeah, I am most ready.  I just want the auto to be good.  Hmm... AAA... I should see about them again.  Later.

Almost driving.

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I surprised myself, and the Boss, I think.  Definitely surprised myself.  Not killing it, saving it when I messed up, even the speed of gearing and starting from a stop.  He wasn't happy with my startup speed, but on gravel, I suggested, there are too many limits to a fast start.  So... he guided me to a side paved road, where I proved my point.

As well, I developed a method by which to train, and to create/develop shifting speed.  As well, it quantifies the take off-speed.  I had him say "red", as in the stoplight color, as often as he wants, then say "green".  Then I go.  It gives us an idea of the time it takes to gear to go.  It's better, at least now that I have improved enough, than just randomly stopping and going.  Next time he will be doing that, and the opposite, so I can practice gearing down.  That latter is an idea he came up with, if actually misinterpreting my initial idea.  Always misunderestimated, but I am used to it, and that often creates a fuller understanding for all involved when fullly explored.

He chuckled at the idea that I was helping educate myself.  I explained that it was old habit, if in a different way.  The first thing I do with women, or the last dozen, was teach them to teach me, about home related though.  What she can't change, I could get her to... mitigate through training.  Remember, if she is a right woman, the house is her's.  I didn't know the ability would transfer to driving lessons, but why not?  Oh, you thought I was joking when I used to tell you about training women to train me?  Nope, for reals.

Still pretty warm.  I was a bit sun sick from earlier.  Heat just... hurts.  I did get a shower and sleep, if not enough.  I am waiting for it to cool enough to open up, then I'll do that, crawl back into ac, and crash out until I uncrash out.

What I didn't get done was the car stuff.  Oil, tires, cleaning.  I'll try to get that tomorrow.  If not the day after.  Exactitude isn't vital, since moving is done and it is just work at the new place that is desired.  Still, I don't want to drag my feet.  Later, I'll clear the auto, pack for the trip but not load the Xt'er until after the mechanicals are sorted.  Heck yeah.  I'm getting there.

Yeah?

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Yeah.  Not everything planned AND more.  How is that?   The boss stopped in.  He thought it would be swell if we got to town, purchased supplies, and started with proposed alterations to the hutch.  A screen door, several windows, and a grab through the wall set of hatches for safely pilfering eggs.  Well, and general building materials... for everything.

We actually hatched pretty good plans.  Will just have to see how it all works.  Love this stuff, when I can keep up.  It only got to 84 by the time we returned.  He had to drive his brother in.  No time to unpack.  Momma goose was none too pleased.  Truth is, it was my fault.  Not so much about time.  It slips for me, and the Boss isn't much better.  Lumbering beasts of men just reckon time differently... poorly.  It's that I realized we were running late, should have called.  I'll... right.  Next time.

By the time he returned I realized I was past done.  A driving lesson is on tonight though.  I'll shower then nap.  The ac is going.  After a body shower, it'll be golden.  Set up for duck hutch work.  The only thing I want more is sand, gravel, and flagstones(?) to create a drainage area for their pond and watering system.  Ugh.  I worry more about winter water, of all sorts.  Automation is as true for flocking as it is for free energy.  No real such things.  There is best effort, which is as good as it gets.  Can you live with the consequences?

To shower and rest.  It may well get to 88 or higher yet.  Ugh.  Later indeed.

A few bits at a time.

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Oh, and yes, this morning is going colder.  It has been 54 F since it hit that much earlier. It is about 49 as the sky is lighting.  We have the Wasatch range to my east, about twenty miles over, delaying sun rises.  I am curious to see if it will drop a bit more.  I would be out already, just can't move that fast.  I have cleared the shower, so that can happen when I can.  Acid reflex from too much tea, too many peanuts, and too much stooping.  Oh well.

I keep thinking I have missed medicine.  I haven't though, not for a month or two.  It is just, between going to bed and waking up on "different" days and the heat, confusion can happen.  I have been doing excellently.  It really is a good year, even with the occasional drops.  Better yet, now that... well... Everything is off, with the plans.  But, mostly, with ways to keep things in check in the playbook and usually in operation, things are improving.

I am really hungry.  I just don't have much on hand.  I might get something while shopping.  Ugh.  Need to clear the vehicle in hopes of getting a cleaning, oil check, and tire rotation before shopping.  Then...  Hmm, might have breakfast first.  I really don't have a favorite place.  Anymore, one place is pretty much any other place to eat.  Oh well.  There is one place that seems more normal, or last time I visited.  Of course, that has been a while, since my friend was alive.  Time flies, in some ways... while taking a month to wake in a moment.

72.3!

Later.

Very much cooler.

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While 73.6, and falling, doesn't seem all that cool, in dry climates it can be almost chilly. The front room is down to 64.8!  Outside is staying right at 54.  It might yet get cooler out there.  It really can, often does, drop a few degrees as or right before the sun pops.  I guess I thought, mostly, that such tales were false.  Must have something to do with wind creation, perhaps higher in the air column?  Or, I don't exactly know what all, only that it is true.  Sometimes.  As for darkness being greater?  I haven't really noticed that.

It has been a while since it cooled below 75.  I think?  It sure feels cooler.

Trash and recycling are out.  Not sure if it is a recycling day.  It is ready, just in case.  Dishes are going.  I haven't checked laundry.  I put overflow dishes in the shower, so I need to do those before showering.  Just a hit and switch to the bin I was using when the kitchen sink wasn't working.  I'd like to get in, shop, and back before trash is taken, so as to change the cat litter and get that out.  It has at least been cleaned.  I fell down on that the last few days.

Ugh.  It's a great night to work.  I simply have too much to do in too short of a time.  I'll... do what I can.  Later.

Much cooler and not.

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The thermometer suggests it has only dropped to 75.4 and falling.  The front room is down to 67.6.  Outside was 54, or so.  It sure seems cooler than the reading.  Right past cool and almost to chilly.  Actually, I suspect I should shower before the cool claims my work effort.  It is good though.  Great, really.

I have a few things I wish to price check, a few things to buy, and a bunch of chores.  Trash, and maybe recycling, first.  Then setting up dishes and any remaining laundry as I pack.  Hmm, trash and dishes before the shower, just in case.  As to the Xt'er?  I'd like to clear it before heading to town, whenever that might be.  I think I can, even yet tonight. Maybe more.

75.2

I finally oiled the back doors.  That'll let the neighbors rest better while I do my night efforts.  It was rather loud, obnoxious.  Little things like that happen more frequently.  Not only do I like doing the tasks, I am enjoying the results.  I have tried to figure out other things, such as keeping that screen door from banging shut.  Between active and passive mechanics, I have limited frequency and volume of the shutting noise.  A work in progress, along with many others.

All you need to know about home ownership is that your work is never done.  Don't get into a home if you can't pace yourself.  You can't ever stop and you won't ever win.  It is a beautiful thing if you can manage.  I am over my head but getting better.  I am hoping, at least initially with a little help, to... get into the game a goodly bit more.  Knowing, of course, that pacing is primal.  Sometimes work is for it's own purposes, sometimes the other way around.

74.9

I was wrong.

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It didn't matter in the short run.  The heat burned me out.  I crashed hard and fast after that last post.  I didn't see it coming until it was all I could see.  I was afraid, with the cave already, still, at 78 and the sun coming up, hotly initially, that the ac might not help all that much.  I expected a horrible sleep and a terrible wake, with a double dose of heat sickness.

The clouds, haze?  Mixed or matched, it turned into rain, while I slept.  So exhausted I heard nothing.  It was later, to the bathroom, I looked out to realize we got rain.  Must have been a good dose as the driveway was drenched, and it had been a bit.  I wasn't properly attired to check the temp.  Inside it was holding at 78.  Later, when I woke, at 18:00-18:30, the outside was down to the low 70's.  I opened the cave up, but it just isn't cooling, even with fans going.  It might just not be cooling much more out there.

Yeah, work tonight.  What had been planned for the morning.  Maybe more.  It would help if it would cool a bit!  At 77 it's just too warm to dig in.  Perhaps later.

Horrible night for cooling.

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It never dropped below 78 F in here.  I was thinking I must be doing something wrong.  Nope.  It only reached the mid 60's outside.  There just wasn't enough cool out there to work with.  It might end up being partly cloudy, or hazy, if I don't think those will stay or play a role if they do stay.  It just doesn't work like that.  Unless cool comes in as a front it won't change.

The lawn was watered.  Did I miss the last watering day?  No.  Just heat.  Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday are the days for the lawn.  A couple or three waterings of the veggie side yard, very short, as needed.  Still, this is, by far, the best lawn year ever.  It wouldn't, couldn't, win a prize yet, save year over year or more first year to now.  I don't think the previous owners could afford to water their lawn.  I inherited a mess, could do almost nothing about it, initially.  It's nice to see everything green, most of it grass, and with the grass expanding aggressively.  Sure, it's plateauing, but what isn't that is not being drenched?

Getting a few things together.  Difficult to keep focus and push through in this heat.  I am hoping to unload the auto yet today, and get clothes packed.  I can't pack other kit, as I want to shower and shave several times between now and then.  This heat is making things ugly.  I'll... figure it out, always do.  I might get a shower before bed... a treat if I get dishes, unpack the Xter, and pack clothes.

Sometimes I forget.

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I certainly might be a part of chaos, a touch of anarchy in the right sense, a spot of darkness, if I might suggest, hope, of the holy sorts.  Not possible you say?  I say, go look in the mirror and pray.  For me?  Aye, and you.  Amen.  If not holy, that is my intent, and the direction I face.  Whether I travel in that direction, as with any with the will to the Divine, only God knows.  So... yes... I understand the... doubt, fear, even hatred.  If I suspect those who have the latter.

Anyway, knowing these things means I am different.  Right down to how I think, feel, about things.  Sometimes I simply don't understand humans.  Not at all.  It came to me in a dream, with a recent music video as the catalyst for understanding the misunderstanding.

The video is not prideful, or fearful, it isn't about some notion about being grand, or an ego trip.  It is just about one doing, literally or virtually, through an avatar or others or self, his job... doing what he can do because that is what he does, literally and in a metaphysical reality play through.

In the dream, I was doing as in the video.  What you don't get is... the music?  That's actually from my mp3 player.  My work, as exciting as it may look, gets a bit boring.  As I have explained, so I will explain again.  I am, or dream of, one who cannot lose.  I must lose, however, to have hope.  I... haven't figured that all out, not fully, not yet.  I do... think on it, worry, but faith is strong.  I trust when God says He has faith in me.

Sleep was perfect.

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Work helps with sleep.  While I am not doing much, given the heat and my health, I am doing enough.  I only sleep like that when getting enough work in.  Sleep was slightly after 10:30, waking at 19:00.  It is 78 F in here, at 19:30 it was still 84 outside.  Bleh.  Yes, ac the whole time I sleep.  Required, or I would wake up heat sick.  Actually, until some control was obtained regarding bp and diabetes, even then, in this heat, I would just remain heat sick most of the summer.  Then again, being able to tend myself hasn't always been an option.  That, itself, has been derived from slow improvements in health once they stopped trying to deny my real illness and treat the actual health issues.

Oh, an update on a long vexing problem with Sassy, the younger cat.  She used to have a knot of fur on her back.  I assumed she was too chunky to reach it.  So, with some help, I began trimming that.  A temporary fix, but it ensured no open wounds, infestations, or such.  Beyond, if I thought separately, I purchased a water filtering fountain.  It offers a lot more, and better quality water.  Between occasional clipping and a lot more, and better, water, she remains clot-free.  It took three clippings, and having enough water for months, for her to realize and then implement, the opportunity.  The water fountain really helps the girls.  I am thinking of getting a second one, for the front room.  Spoiled?  Yes and no.  Clean healthy cats do their share.  Mousing and social.  Sassy has become an excellent lap cat too.  Oh, it's their, then my, dinnertime.

I need to start packing the vehicle, actually and some unpacking.  Packing luggage.  And generally getting ready to go.  Cat food and litter before I go, and a bit of price checking and other shopping before I go.  I am holding off fasting.  Too much to do to bother tripping over that, I decided.  Ugh.  When I do eventually get to town, I'll do a minor automobile cleaning myself.  Which means I need to unload tonight.

I'm not doing well in prep.  Never do.  Need a wife, a feisty one.  I can pack a trailer full, but a suitcase?  I can move whatever, but a paper on the floor?  Yeah.  Later.

Tasty.

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I know the tortillas are plastacine or something.  But they were rather flavorless.  The meat was spiced well.  The beans were good.  Just something to eat.  I went smaller and less which required seconds.  But I didn't get stuffed.  That is as good as I can do.  Tea might end up filling my gullet to overfull, but it wasn't chow.

It is, at 4:51, just about to drop to 74.9.  It's not terrible.  It just really isn't cool, either.

I have been wandering news and blog sites.  It looks like even heretofore conservative news sites are taking the lib side in attacking Trump.  Must be a LOT of money flushing around.  Deep state is also going full tilt.  I don't think it will matter.  Still, they are trying to get real voters to hate him.  It just won't work.

Even if all of his voters are hatefully prejudiced?  Still would rather see blacks working (other than as agitators, paid by Soros, unions, Hillary, et. al., to burn down their holes and threaten "whites").  If all of us are xenophobic?  Most of us would still rather not be in danger from NorK nukes, or Russian buildups.  The M.E.?   Dealing with lunatics is what it is.  They won't win against Trump, certainly not with their actual racist and xenophobic ways.  A lot of Americans, even some Democrats, have waken, are watching.  Some are walking away... hopefully not to vote for their own cultural and likely literal genocide.  Better not to vote, which is my path, currently.

If Trump is still in it, and alive, he'll get my vote.  If Romney runs (for anything), I'll vote against him.  He just ran a fundraiser for one of the potential Democrat presidential candidates, the ceo or owner of Starbucks.  Republicans don't do that.  He is no Republican.  Can't run as the Dem he is though.  Mormons don't vote Dem and Dems don't vote Mormon.

Well.  A bit of digesting, then bed?  Dunno.  I sure could use some sleep.  Just pretty sure I can't sleep yet.  Later.  Unless sleep happens.

Definitely staying warm.

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As a kid, before air conditioning, I wondered why adults stayed up so late.  Playing cards, pinochle or rarely rummy?  It's because adults hold onto heat, can't sleep well.  We couldn't always sleep either.  Unless we played or worked all day.  I suppose we understood why sleep was difficult in the moment, when that was the case.  It just doesn't follow through, in memory, to the present.  Not for me.

At a few past 2:30 it is still 77, if you round up from 76.8.  It is tough to get going.  I may just nap, with ac.  It is a rough night.  I am hungry, just can't get to cooking.  I may push through, if the tortillas are still good.  Good?  Useable.  Just how shelf stable are things these days?  Spooky.  But the green apples that stayed "good" for months scared me the most.  I finally threw them away out of creepy disgust.  Beef and bean burritos if those are good.

No, I am not upset about tonight.  I get it.  Wouldn't matter where I lived, or with, around, whom.  Maybe I looked rough as well?  People avoid those who look ill, dying.  I can't tell how I look.  I did shower and brush my teeth before going.  Something I wrote?  Recently, or further back.  If it were... it is not fixable if so, or it would have been brought up already.  Just a bit of a depressing realization.  I was born alone, mostly lived alone, and will die alone.  I should be used to it.  Sometimes I forget.

Well, I'll check the tortillas.  I am hungry.  Cheese and a dab of sour cream would be nice.  Maybe if shopping happens, for a later meal.  Later.

Some of it.

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So warm.  So tired.  So late.  I couldn't fight through until 21:00.  It was almost too dark by then.  I suppose I could have used the spot lantern, but that would have been another thing.  I wasn't willing to do more.  So I just did what I could.  It looked pretty good, though I will check in better light tomorrow.  I hit the simple surfaces of the other two windows while up there.  I'll check them as well.  Down to less than half the paint.  Yeah, I'll be getting more.  I have five full windows and two partials left.  I'll try to use what I have before going, get more when I return.

Perhaps shopping, definitely housework.  I'll try to get everything, well priority tasks, done before I go.  Ah, cat litter and food.  Fasting was to begin today, tomorrow through Monday since I have had dinner.  Might have something else yet tonight.  Packing this weekend, and cleaning out the car.  Oil change, tire rotation, and outside and inside cleaning Monday or Tuesday.  I may be done with painting, actually.  For now.

So hot.  Still 78 F, inside.  Lower 70's outside, last I looked.  Almost used to it if I can't do much in it.  Later.

Mistake.

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There comes a time in life where, if you have no connections, you... are done, socially.  Running into it, like a clear glass wall, is sometimes the only way to realize it.  Still, I got out for once.  I'm not worried about feelings, for now.  They will be sorted in time, just not now.  I have things to do.  My guess is, though, even if you have connections, at some point... even those fade.  If you can't keep up, the world says, don't step up.  My mistake.  I won't make it again.  Some of us are less welcome.  The price for some things, if in truth, at some point, one becomes a burden regardless.  I've been that for most of my life now.  I've tried the options.  Even final ones failed.  Now I am cemented into an imperfect life by a true faith.  Deep, severe, humility must be the goal?  Amen.

I have a small list to get.  I woke early to be at an event, shaving and showering first.  Too early and hot to paint yet.   Still a bit too sleepy as well.  Price checking some things, other things I know are poorly priced at amazon.  For some random items, they really jack the prices.  I wish they had a price comparison tool, across all vendors, by appropriate measures.  Sometimes they push the overpricing vendor.  Sometimes they are all ridiculously overpriced.  Thankfully there are still options. To town.

Pretty hot out there.  I am hoping to get the dormers tonight.  Hmm.  Maybe I'll sack out for a bit, back in the ac, be up to paint, then shop later.  Yeah.  Too hot.  Later.

Things sorted.

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I think I set it all up correctly.  One more batch of milk, the rest as they see fit.  Paid up for next month, and the boss for this last month.  Instructions were given for the care and feeding of cats and cave.  He knows the watering, it's the cats that required more info.  He had other things to do, but returned in the evening for driving lessons.

He had a good idea regarding the duck shed as well... screen inner door.  I asked about predators, he said not at night.  After I thought to make it an half door.  However... how about a shorter day door and an added majority upper detached door, so I could get in for cleaning, feeding, and eventual egg collection (when they need to stay in there)?  Could then be totally fenced at night, with good airflow?  Even sometimes in winter.  Maybe.

Driving is improving.  The second run up the hill, and learning downhill... which is easier.  It'll take a while.  I am not remembering, it's total relearning.  There may or may not be one more lesson.  Better, just not an overnight thing, as I had hoped.  Was hoping there might be something left.  When I return I may begin, very slowly, looking for a good Jap-Amer stick, low miles, high mpg, if older... gotta pass inspections and not leak oil.  Yeah, and gold accouterments you say?  See, you DO know!

I may offer him an extra target for extra dollars, if he has the time.  Easy (at least looking) gold has an... allure.  If he has risk-taking traits, as I suspect, he might try for the gold.  Temptations, but good ones.  I really... devil's advocate... changed sides.  He... Satan... isn't a devil though.  Another of his lies.  Demons literally cannot help themselves.  -  Odd, or really not... Google blogger spell finisher?  Won't finish the word "demon"!  Devil?  Sort of, or twice during spelling including after all but the "l", but not demon.  Talk about knowing one's master, and abiding his plans.  -  Same gag, different gig, and venue.  Trust me, don't trust me, if you don't have faith.  *grins*

It was too late to paint.  No worries, I'll get it done before I go.  Later.

Hmph, you never know.

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I was starting to slip.  Laundry was cycled, one should be dry, the last will go into the dryer.  Dishes are rinsing.  I got the shower.  No shave, fading.  In skipping the shower I salvaged the trip to the post.  A special prize waited.  A good print of the Douay-Rheims and Vulgate, side by side.  Fodder for Latin, this winter probably.  Can't do it in summer, work season, what I can do, but all I can do, at least without ac.

It's already 77 in here, at not quite 11:00.  I will make a call, check some things.  I canceled eggs, need to cancel milk, starting tomorrow.  Already paid.  Don't want to short the farmer.  Perhaps she knows someone who would like to try it.  Also curious if the boss was ill or busy.  Or forgot lessons.  Well, maybe get milk tomorrow, to take in a cooler, with eggs?  Yeah.  Still... arrangements and checking.

Up at least a bit more.  Might try to push longer.  Packages arriving, and just an attempt to claim more of the day and finish a few chores.  Ah!  Figured out why it's so warm so early.  The fan in the front room is on.  It's only 73 out there.  That is backwards.  Easy fix.  Good morning and day.

Maybe not as I would have had it.

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I really wanted to paint.  Not so much an ego, as completion, thing.  Sometimes it just doesn't go as planned, hoped.  For a while I wasn't sure anything would get done.  The main part of the cave has dropped into 73, the front room to 69!  I went ahead and closed everything up, in case I crash.

Could not so did not.

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Too hot, so it seemed to me, until not only too dark but, really, too late.  It's just past 2:00, hitting 55 F range outside, while stubbornly staying at 76.6 in here.  Fans make it seem cooler.  If it feels artificially cooler.  Perhaps I just wasn't really ready for work tonight.  Or maybe it was simply hotter, enough to throw me.

I won't call it a complete wipe, not yet.  I am holding out for domestics, as it cools, if it cools?  A few loads of laundry, dishes are going, and finishing the bathroom.  More, if possible.  Really hitting the kitchen would be good too.  I'll know more soon.  Still warm, and I am feeling it.

The watering timer?  Shot.  Doesn't maintain hour or day.  It's hopelessly lost.  Will see about a return or warranty, if...  Well, I will look into it.  If the product is good, warranties are good.  If it's a bad product, they already know and killed the lights while hitting the door, with your money.  I'll need to get my four way splitter back.  Uhmhm.

I'd like to eat.  I don't have much to choose from.  Cooking doesn't sound fun quite yet.  I'll thaw burger.  That will take up enough time to cool the place.  I'll change bedding on the way, toss that in as the first load.  Responsive music seemed more mellow today... if that is what it is.

Well, on to chilling in hopes of real cooling then work.  Later.

I don't quite get it.

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Ya.  Sure.  I can psychically steamroll, if I see the need, from archangels down.  Check.  Still, I think I have been rather... mild? lately?  Milquetoast?  At the very least, mild.  The feedback though!  You'd think I suggested something pointed, true, and invisible until I pointed it out, irrefutably.  That can't be the case.  Though... it is women, not a woman, who are... writhing, gnashing teeth, and all.  I can... sense pain, yeah.  Not hatefully, at least, just hurt?  Odd.

Awake early.

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A lot earlier.  I went to bed a little earlier.  I think because it cooled off earlier?  It is only in the mid 80's out there now, in early afternoon.  But it felt muggy?  I just woke, so sensations aren't always to be trusted.  Sleep seemed pretty good, with a minor nightmare... a deer in the road, one of those winding roads.  A cliff without a guard rail to my right, two-way two lane road with a blind curve immediately ahead and behind... I know the place, up Logan Canyon.

I couldn't stop or steer away.  I simply had to slow as much as possible and take the hit.  It isn't premonitional.  My friend, who died some time back, was with me.  And had quite feared I would swerve.  I told him, he being on the outside, I had certainly considered it.  His eyes grew big and almost fearful in an odd moment, until I burst out laughing.  He joined a few seconds later.  Mostly.  He really wasn't always... sure about me.

Good thing I didn't go into the oncoming lane.  A fully loaded semi popped around the corner, blaring it's horn as it finished off the beast, or so I suspected.  I worried, for a moment, that driver was going to come into my lane.  When passed, and the danger was over, I had my own nervous little spell of chuckles.  Not a horrible dream, just... tight.  And it kept reviewing the choicer parts, as if to see if something wrong could still be elicited.  I refused to let 'history' be changed.

I couldn't stop and do anything... double blind, at highway speeds.  But at the next letoff, to the side of the road, I called it in.  A rough place to have a deer carcass.  Checked the damage.  None, really.  I must have slowed more than I thought.  Then, as mentioned, the dream rewound, several times, back to the choicest bits.

My mother called this morning.  I called back but she is busy.  All good.  At least we both know.  The ladder is set up for painting this afternoon or early evening.  There remains only one window needing a first coat.  I will do that first in hopes that it will be dry enough to do a second coat before the night is finished.  I would like to finish the dormers tonight, and the two lower windows.  I won't be doing a complete painting with the second coats, just the facings and any missed nooks.  Getting there.  I would also like to start the chainsaw, let it run for just a bit.

The work, little as it is, has been beefing me up.  Calves and arms are hardening.  It feels good.  If someone could manage the stupid house stuff, I could get some real work done.  I love working on the house, trees, mechanical, and suchlike.  Always tripping on the dishes, food, and such.

Neurosis.

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God bless them.  Born of, to, it.  And, yet, sometimes, they build a life out of it.  One swell enough for two, to start.  Yeah, I... I...  Well, I... hope.

Oh, just a little thing.

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I wanted to see if I had mojo.  So I went out, broke the ladder down, from extension to folding, moved it to where I would next need it, sized it for the specifics, and... that was that.  It wasn't terrible, I simply didn't, don't, have more for that sort of work.  I am thawing more burger for something.  Meat crumble, some for with beans, some to be used in an egg casserole.  It's what I have.

I have slowly been buying parts for watering, while mostly keeping up on that chore.  A timer, if that may not work out, to quick disconnect fittings, various sprinklers to try, extra hose, and more.  I think I have what I need and want.  Perhaps, as I sort what works, obtaining spare parts or whole units might be good.  It seems as if, when a company, by accident(?), creates a good product they then stop making it.

I am hoping to get back to laundry, starting with bedding, then on to dishes.  Perhaps other minor work, like cleaning the bathroom.  Who knows.  I may just rest.  I may not have a choice.

The replies I receive, music for music...  I think... at least lately... has been... pleasing.  Some bird or birds are cheery about some of it.  Goodie.  Later.

Sleep was fantastic.

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Work grants the finest sleep, unless I overeat of body or mind through it.  There are, that is, limits.  My limits are a bit more severe.  Still, I can get things done.  Not sure about tonight.  I would like to paint the dormers and lower windows.  Not sure that will happen.  While it is cooler, it seems as if it may have rained.  That mostly just made it humid.  As well, even with a good rest, my body is a bit worn.

Another dream... my last love, with me on a road trip.  Visiting relatives on my side.  Usually it isn't a problem, but this time they had other other company.  No room.  No worries.  We went looking for a place to stay.  A bit... excited to find a place.  Both of us feeling frisky.  The first place was full, some local event, but the deskman knew of a place.  Excited, not rushed.  A very fine time.  It was going to happen and be quite good.

I'll finish waking, do music and gaming, then see what I can get started, finished.

That was it.

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Watering was the last I could do.  A meal was made, then... drifting.  Sometimes that opens doors which opens other things.  So it was.

Troubles, as usual.

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The water timer is messed up.  Of course, tinkering while it is in play messes things up.  Getting valves to close when open, and the like, is tricky.  It should have a simple close switch, by valve, and an all close button.  Not well designed, too complicated, and I am beginning to think it doesn't work as claimed.  I'll know more shortly.  For tonight I will do it manually.

A storm passed through.  The paint needs two hours.  I think it got it.  I hope.  It wasn't much rain, enough to make everything look wet,not enough to water anything.  I am surprised we got any rain.  I don't expect it this time of year at all.  Even August doesn't get much rain.  Or, as I recall events.

One more run, after switching sprinkler locations in the front yard, and that is that.  Running all a bit longer because I think I failed to water last time.  Double time doesn't work well, but a little extra does help.  I'll see if Wednesday works as it should.  Had trouble getting things to work right.  Might tinker with it when it is day and I am not trying to make it work while it is running.  The time and day were off though.  Perhaps someone else was messing with it, or it doesn't work, as suggested.

Well...

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Showered and shaved, in that order as it turns out.  I used the single blade safety razor this and last time.  I think it actually works better and is easier on the face.  So what is the double blade razor good for?  Skill training and using machismo to get you over fear of such razors.  I can whip the single blade razor around like a pro, without a nick.

As to painting...  It was still 75ish F when I thought to go out, inside and outside.  And the wind was nasty.  Up I went.  I finished all but the dormer on th roof, first coats.  I just... I was done with the ladder and climbing for the night.  The last window should be easy.  As well, a second coat for the other windows up there while at it.  I am surprised I got through the more difficult windows.

I am hoping help arrives, for the final coat on the ladder required upper windows.  Doing half, with help with the ladder... cake.  The other windows are easy enough to solo.

Next, to get watering set up, check how or if certain arrangements work, tinker it to the best, or only viable, configuration.  After a rest.  The ladder is a transformer, extension to folding, up to 30 feet?  More?  Able to handle 350 pounds, extended, I think.  I weighed... more when I bought it.  It's a monster to move, especially when two thirds extended, in wind, with gusts.   A bit foolish but done.

A break, then back to things.  Ugh.  Later.

Up and about to shove through.

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A shower and shave first, opposite order.  Then to painting, right as fast as I can.  The goal is the window on the roof, two upper windows on the sides, and the last lower window.  I might run out of light, so I'll save the the roof window for last.  It is the only window I have access to power for the light(s).  Did I mention?  I found the bulbs for the lanterns.  Hmm, may have to buy (another, since the other longer one was stolen... expensive!) three prong extension cord, if 50 feet is about as long as they work for heavier applications... in my stretched at that price price range.  Or, last I looked.

As well, I want to set up automatic watering.  It will give me a while to see how well it works, then figure out arrangements, as to placements, so as to leave explicit instructions.  Less work, more frequent though.  If I get that, then maybe the bathroom and where else I left off.  I'd best get going.  Hot or not, I plan to push through.  Later.

No work.

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Couldn't.  Just... couldn't.  I had a good dinner.  Some of the best tomato meat sauce for spaghetti I've made in a long time.  The only thing missing was a few anchovies mashed in olive oil, them mixed into the sauce.  A very good dinner though.

It would be good, if risky, to paint.  Overcast, but sprinkling, at least a bit earlier.  Hold that cool for later!  I just can't.  Perhaps later.

Often I fear trying new songs.  Some just... don't do anything, but many annoy, in one to a hundred ways.  Still, sometimes, I take that chance.  Opening my heart to more beautiful wounds.  And, yet, the pain is all that is holding me together and upright.  It might as well be beautiful and honest.  As well, I have some tender wounds to share.

Good morning, day, and night, Bane, Desert Cat, darkfoam, and Jean.

More.

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Not much more, or yet.  I did get the last window sanded.  I am ready to paint at will.  I believe I will be hitting the unpainted windows first.  Thinking on things, I am beginning to suspect I will need an extra gallon.  Which is fine.  I ran out of light by the time I started, to do more.  Could I have started earlier?  By temp, probably.  Not by readiness. Which is part of why I am trying to beef up before I go to my mother's.  I want to be in better shape for there.  Though, with house ac, and regular food, even with humidity, it should be easier.  It doesn't hurt to get ready though.

Hmm? Oh, right.

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Such strange dreams, again.  As an analogy, imagine walking into an aviary at night, while all are asleep.  Mkay?  Then dropping your flashlight, both making noise and triggering from spot to daylight-like lantern mode.  Mkay?  The cacophony that could erupt?  That... you... I am causing, then sensing, a disturbance in the force.  At times, I infuriate women.  Other times it is men.  Sometimes it is both.  Sometimes I loose them, one sex, or even individual, upon the others.  I... don't do, with intent, I'll remind you, I just... do.  Or, at this time.  I really did this time.  I am receiving a flood of conflicting spots of dreams and thoughts.  I touched a nerve (bundle), or dozen, on every side.  War has been loosed.  You ought to see when I try.  The truth will set you free.