A bit later.

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A ten wake, almost.  No soft wake.  To bed around eleven.  I stayed awake an couple hours later than was necessary, wanted, so as to pull the coffee at the twelve hour mark, and rebottle it, from the gallon jar to two half gallon jugs.  Jugs being official small or wide mouth canning glass bottles, jars being old pickle or such glass containers.

This morning I get to try this form of coffee.  I did top of the jugs with water, filling about a fifth.  But the brew was devised for a whole gallon.  The coffee filled mesh didn't allow for it.  It shouldn't be a problem.  I'll try it shortly.  Will probably need to cut it, it is brewed espresso strong.  Yes, spelled with an  "s", not "x".  Look it up!  *shakes head*

While waking I thought I was going blind.  One area of my vision simply wouldn't come into focus.  After a bit I realized the problem.  A smidged smudge of foot cream was placed on the glasses as I was putting them up last night.  By the way, that stuff, and what else I am doing, is helping.  If, in truth, I think the care is a permanent thing now, unless I want to back to concrete feet.  I'll do my best.  But they almost feel human.

A few dishes, a shower, feeding critters, then back upstairs.  I will leave furniture as it is.  But there is much to be sorted and stored.  Clothes, socks, freshly washed clothes, and... and whatever else.  Actually, I should sort bedding to be brought down.  I will have to use what I have.  It appears that, for whatever reason, pure cotton flat sheets are totally unavailable.

What else?  More dishes, one load of laundry, the critters of course, creating a list for the grocery and hardware stores... for tomorrow?  Soon.  Vacuuming the rest of upstairs, now that everything is out of the way.  Then vacuuming the steps, then the open living room.  Starting in on the bathroom is part of the plan... for the week.  Ugh.  Getting there, at a snail's pace.

A shower, and maybe shave, first.  Then the critters.  Coffee being prepared in there, and a bite had with it.  Not a bad plan.  It'll be turned into mush, added to, revised and rescheduled as want and need dictates.  And maybe not every last syllable, but, yeah, I'll say it, do it.  Probably more but different... unless I crash for a few days or weeks.  I am on that edge, but will keep going as I may.  Later.

Almost.

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The shower was delicious.  Everywhere twice, three times if suspect.  Fresh clothes, of course.  Then onto buffing and glopping goop on the feet.  Better.  I may take the glop upstairs so as to put it on at night and in the morning.  Love showers.  Tomorrow I would like another shower, then hit toe and finger nails.

I did get upstairs.  I did as planned.  The cot went together in mere moments with a full sized pry bar.  It... sort of fits where I wanted it.  I may switch it with the table.  Thinking on it.  I did get at least half of what was on the cot put up.  Then set up a chair for sorting.  I haven't looked for the card table yet.

Dishes were put to soak after the shower.  Couldn't get a shave in.  It's a cool day, 55° outside, similar upstairs... thus moving slowly.  I did check on the ducks.  The babies had been a splotchy white.  Now they are a bright yellow, and actually look like little chickens rather than space alien experiments.  And they have found and are using the food and water I put out.  Splashing more than drinking.  It was refilled.

I need to get trash out, then go on to bed.  I think it is recycling too.  I only have most of a single bag of that.  Still, out it will go.  Anacin, and maybe a bit of working upstairs as I go on to bed.  Good night.

Beginning.

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So very tired.  Still, things to do.  Fed the girls, cleared their litter, then let Sam out.  She was begging and it felt moderate enough.  Sprinkling, very lightly, but she has a nice, covered, high area, from which to surveil her lands.  Then a shower, a nice long one.  Wasn't up to a shave... yet.  Now I will work my feet, mostly heels.  The don't need much.  I woul like to use bag balm more often, that is what is really needed.  And it doesn't leave the socks greasy.  It all eventually soaks into my feet.  Smells funny, but then who doesn't?

A bit of a rest, while doing the feet, then upstairs.  It will actually be more like two bedrooms up there.  I believe it used to be three bedrooms.  Everything downstairs was for cooking and daily living.  If the cot fits, it will be rather pleasant up there.  I am thinking of bringing the toss boxes down, as part of the larger weekly projects for this coming week.  It won't take long, but it is heavy... only one to a few boxes at a time, each time I wake or come downstairs from some other chore up there.

I wondered if I had been cold brewing coffee too strongly, or for too long.  So I went seeking.  No, I was doing well, by all accounts I saw.  So, I ground the old but favored coffee to the majority recommended amount per volume, which smelled delicious, then got it all together and set it to steep in the fridge.  Twelve to twenty four hours, I can do that.  Would prefer shorter, to test.

Bit by bit, life is being pieced back together.  I'll check the ducks, then get to the upstairs.  Later.

My duckles had puppies!

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Patience paid off.  Last year I gave up and cleaned out the hutch by now, if I remember correctly.  The kittens are, as typical with the freshly minted, a mix of horrific, cute, and beautiful.  Quarter feathered near fluffballs of a weird admixture of parts that don't quite make sense to the senses yet.  And they run like girls.  I miss DODGEBALL!

There are two so far, from one of the hens.  She is still sitting the remaining eggs.  I hope to get a few more from her and as many from the other mum.  I don't know if any will make it, I'll try on my end.  I don't have chick feed.  I must be honest... I didn't think this was happening.  I just had inside work keeping me busy.

So I hadn't bought food.  So... I took big duck people food and ran it through an old coffee grinder.  Put that in a ramikin, then put that in a pyrex pie pan, which also received water... hopefully the crumbs are too small, the water too shallow, and all of it so low as to be too much of a pain in the neck for the big ones.  Or I can create a little area only big enough for them.  I don't know if I need to show the chicks this, or... if it doesn't looked touched this afternoon, I'll show them.  I'll try to check two to three times a day, until what will be hatched is hatched.

I'm a grandpa!   :P

Now to shower and shave, change the girls' water, get dressed, rest, then begin again upstairs.  I knew that would be a lot of work.  If anything I underestimated the project.  I figure I will sort through half of what is on the cot, set the rest aside, put the cot back together, get the cot moved, get a chair back in place of the cot so as to have a sorting station... and maybe a single card table with that chair, if I still have and can find it... assuming the cot fits, then rest or nap.

I am, even if disappointed with temporary setbacks, rather pleased with what is transpiring over time.  Thankfully it isn't as a foot race.  It is more like a marathon.  Did I write "thankfully"?  Well, actually... the foot race would be over quickly.  I can pace, and might win against the hares of the world?  Only if I finish.  Maybe.

A small breakfast first.  Perhaps with fatted tea.  I tossed the second load of that coffee, it just tastes burned and old, even from cold press brewing.  Bleh!  I foud old coffee, of my favored sort, in the freezer.  I thawed some of it, enough for at least one brew.  Hoping it works.  Dying for coffee.  I have two last jars of instant, but that is emergency travel stuff.  Precious.  I may put those in the freezer come to think of it.

I should pull meat out for the week.  I don't have much left.  I... will need to go shopping soon.  I have to hit the hardware store too.  Blah.  Well, I best grab that bite, after gathering clean clothes for after the shower.  Now that I have my clothes easily available, I change underwear twice a day.  T-shirts and bottoms go several days, if I wear as many as three bottoms each day, between pants, pj's, and/or shorts if it warms or if it is a solo day.

I have the closet/hat/umbrella rack upstairs, makes it easy to air all when not in use.  Shower days, everything gets scrutiny, shirts automatically get put in dirty laundry.  Rules and regs?  Almost.  Straight from the captain of this ship of fools.  On to it then.  Good morning, barely, technically, locally, and day.

Some of it.

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I vacuumed the newly opened space, from recently before... a week ago... moved the toss boxes, and vacuumed the area they had occupied.  I thought the table would be too long for the resultant space.  So I moved a line of stacks of the keeper boxes, after rearranging things to gain access to where a whole line of stacks, actually, could go.  Then that space was vacuumed.

The table was positioned, then installed.  A chair was brought over and arranged.  Then the table lamp was set up, plugged in, and successfully tested.  After that, I cleared the area in which I am hoping to place the cot, day sleeper, fort!, whatever it might be dubbed on a given day.  Finally, that area was vacuumed.

The cot has too many items on it to sort through now.  Perhaps a start through that later.  More, it fell apart... fairly.  I had several boxes, piles of bedding, and three baskets of washed clothing on the far side.  For whatever reason, I thought I could move it.  Well, okay, I DID move it.  I have the bfc... bf crowbar up there this time.  It'll... go together quickly... or break.  No clowning around this time.

After a rest, I'll shower.  Then, perhaps, begin emptying the cot.  I have done some since the breaking, but keep taking more up.  In balance, I believe there is a good deal less than before.  I am so tired, and have had a headache the last few days.  Oh, right.  I have anicin.  Blood sugar was 109.  Later or good night.

A strange reaction.

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After replacing the carb (sugar) tabs which had been stolen, I decided to sample some.  New flavors.  Bad idea.  These things are addictive to someone on keto, or someone managing diabetes, possibly doubling or more with both.  No, don't try to gaslight.  I know the others were unopened packs, and besides, why admit... and know one, but not the other?

Anyway, I was feeling like a bear after finding and consuming a honey nest when I went to bed last night.  I went in at, 19:00, 22:00?  All I know is I woke, burning up, at around midnight.  No, not illness, sugar spike.  It is different.  It's like your internal furnace is cranked, it isn't on the brow, different.

At 60°, with a solid breeze cutting through, I was burning up.  I had to get up.  I had to take insulin.  It took a couple hours, but worked.  Cold tea and jerky too.  Okay, jerky is getting old.  Still, it was handy.  I finally cooled and went on back to bed.  This morning, waking at ten, blood sugar is a bit better, at 169.  It had been 254.  I must be doing really well to have had such a reaction to what used to be a more average reading.  Heck, even at 169 I am feeling a little too warm.

A shower in a bit.  All else planned is the work upstairs.  WHEN that is finished, and as I can, I will see to finishing off any chores remaining from the week... stowing dishes, folding and putting up laundry, restoring areas taken apart for this or that.  If I do any fresh work, it will be separating pots, pans, and dishes to be set aside.  Perhaps going through cooking utensils... plasticky items are going, only metal or wood will stay with one exception.  Well, and silicon utensils stay... for now.

The real goal is light efforts, mostly neatening, straightening, finishing.  Well, and planning next week in doing that.  Perhaps finishing dishes, and cleaning the bathroom, then washing the last part of the last counter, cleaning the oven, and finishing the table top?  Yes, something like that.  With upkeep on dishes, laundry, and critters.  I am a critter too.

Ten hours a week sounds like nothing to most of you.  But it is all I have, if only available recently.  I have to use every trick I know to get that used.  And I have to be extremely efficient and diligent to make that at all useful.  Still, it amazes what can be done in ten hours.  And how severe a penalty I pay if I go just a bit over that.  It will still take several more months, but I will end up with a home... for a while.  If I live to see it done.

So very slow.

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Still, some things done, plus a very reasonable chunk of the yard.  Dishes were finished, plus what had been used for jerky and the last few meals requiring utensils, plates, or such.  Done, dried, and mostly left to air dry.  Flatwear, eating utensils, are almost immediately dried and put away.

Laundry was given another tumble.  I get the feeling it will take another.  I'll check as I head to bed.  Then the whiskers where trimmed.  Slow.  One small task, then another chore, resting between.  Cold, dark, and windy out there.  Not wet, yet.  It could hit at any time, or not at all.  I did call my mother, but she was doing a quick chore in town, if I think racing her guy back to the farm... to set up a meal, or do a chore before he could return with the fixed tractor.

Just a sense she was in a hurry.  And with the other information, some probable possibilities.  I sometimes surprise her, even knowing I have sight.  Anyway, the beginning of the conversation will have to wait.  I will text my brother to see when we could talk, if he will talk.

I am planning to either shower or go on to bed.  Tomorrow is still this week.  Having the shower open would allow for a fast start, as a springboard to getting chores completed upstairs.  I am too done, with weather and work, to do... anything else today.  Still, it wasn't at all a bad day.  I will leave the furnace up just a bit higher than usual, so as not to have to fight a chill first thing in the morning.

A bit more heat right off, a shower, working on my feet to dry and wake, then upstairs and at it.  Yes.  I do believe.  Good night.

Visitors.

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I had been running so slowly I lost track.  Still, after a short allowance, I was ready.  They used the weed whip, or picked up branches, or raked, taking turns.  I got on the mower, cutting what I could under the tree and on the far side of the garage and along the driveway.

After mowing, I grabbed a rake and helped with branches.  I checked occasionally, to see how my guests were doing.  I took the lead in resting.  Raking, gathering branches, and raking twigs is a lot of work.  But they didn't want to seem like quitters.  We got about three quarters through when they agreed it was time.

I was quite happy with the help, and what was done.  So I was planning when to finish.  Just a little help can get me to walk a bit further along the path of an effort.  Remember the poem about two footprints in the sand.  Sometimes only one?  Sometimes the singular is Him carrying me, sometimes it is me going as I must, allowing Him to go to those lost or in greaer need.  But sometimes, I need start up help.  Perhaps to finish yet today?

As it turns, they plan to return, to help finish.  Fine.  Then I will get back to the upstairs, dishes, etc.  I opened the house back up.  The thermometer reads 70°?  Without the furnace or oven, with windows and doors open?  Very strange.  Even the upstairs is open, if the door to it is shut.  I must be spitting out heat like a radiator.  I raise the temp, upstairs, from 61° to 66° in an hour, and to 69°after three hours.  Yeah.  But I have a fan... I do up there, too!  Yea, kicking out some serious heat.

I will take over mowing from now on.  I like doing it.  I just finished a rest after.  Now to do a few things.  The dishes were washed and rinsing, laundry had been given another tumble... and a few other things.  Not a bad start.  Yes, back to the indoors.  A trim, dishes, and a shower.  Later.

Awake for a while.

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Realizing the dark and cold would break me if I did nothing, I pulled the plug, employing every trick in my arsenal in a hurry.  Tea, heat up, adding warm layers, reading that which might interest, doing a few small tasks in an attempt to prime me for larger tasks, and other things.  No deal.  Like a rocket losing power, I too began falling.  Time and consciousness slipping like water through fingers.

I did anything I thought might alter that, even at that point.  I called my mother.  But she is unwell, and was trying to sleep herself.  I let her go on to sleep.  I finally realized the only thing to do was find the softest place to land, and let the body rest.  So, up to bed.  Down and in.  And out, like a light.

Nearly two, or three hours?  Ah, the phone will tell.  Two hours down.  I put up almost an hour fight then.  Good, if losing, show.  It felt as if I failed almost immediately after beginning the slide.  Not bad.  Sleep was okay.  I may need more.  I have it at 72° down here, it is 61° upstairs, with the door shut.  It is 54° outside.  Not really all that cold, but it sure is dark.

I woke, around noon, crying.  Couldn't remember why.  Then, as if entering a room, with my future self, having to gain understanding as a casual observer, I realized.  I was writing and practicing a... eulogy, is it?  I was doing so for the only person I could do that for.  I was time shifting, between writing it and giving it.  Come to think of it, I probably should... get started on that.  It's a bit of a race, we'll see.  But in case I lose...

Awake but still a bit rough.  As soon as possible, a trim then shower.  I have dishes in the way.  Ugh.  How about a trim, then the dishes, then back to Internet browsing.  I don't have the energy to simply push through.  After that, and the shower, then giving laundry a spin, then upstairs.  I really want the upstairs projects done this week.  I had hoped to be well beyond that already.

Later.

Back in the groove?

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Never can be certain.  I did do a soft wake at what I had thought was 6:34, only to begin my hard wake at 5:55.  Sometimes, even if the eyes can see clearly, the mind can't interpret the input.  The funny thing, as I start this post, it actually is 6:34.  Odd how... what is seen isn't always quite right, or wrong, just not how and when expected.

I fussed up there a bit, making jabs at getting started before remembering jerky.  Jerky is finished.  It is no better, if it does seem drier.  No better, from great, is fine by me.  Now to let it cool before bagging.  A bit of tea to begin the program.  Something, beside beef treebark for breakfast would be good... chia?  Sure.

I will get back upstairs when ready to work.  Doing what is possible until I can't.  That will be heavier effort, lots of boxes, moving a cot, slinging a larger table, setting up a chair, dancing with a big vacuum.  If I can get half, I'll be happy.  Still dark out there.  But, too, I have been pushing my body for a while now.  It has started to randomly fail, with or without cause.

I may trim whiskers before going back up.  It takes a while for chia to steep anyway.  I have pumpkin seeds to go in it.  I bet seeds and nuts would add to oats, too.  But I can't do oats.  They jack my diabetes.  Hmm...

It was 62° last night, upstairs.  It was 70° downstairs, and remains that down here, with the thermostat set at 68°.  Upstairs was up to 65°, which oddly seemed pretty warm.  Strange how that goes.  Oh, as to being burned out?  Maybe that IS a plan.  Keep your eyes as open as possible, kiddies.

Later.

Up late.

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The jerky.  Didn't want to just leave it.  While 160° isn't too hot, it has been running for many hours.  I sampled the thinnest piece I could find.  It was crisp, as perhaps a cracker.  I tried several others.  Pretty darned tasty.  Two packages, a couple pounds each, will shrink to a pound, if I have it right.  Expensive stuff.

The other pieces were good.  But I wanted them to go longer.  However, mostly air seemed reasonable at this point, so I put the temp down to 95°.  Now it's off to bed... after a sliver more.  Okay, yes, this stuff IS expensive.  They aren't ripping us of, mostly.  Mine, at $3.50... back when beef just started to get jacked... a pound, then reducing from four to one pounds, is actually $14 a pound for finished product, so, yes, without packaging, shipping, pay, overhead, or even other ingredients, if at less of a bulk discount, runs nearly a dollar an ounce.  Pricey.

Oh, as to flavor?  Perfect.  If you can handle ghost peppers.  Candy, for me.  It would probably do weird things to any dog which tries it.  Though it seems very mild after days marinating and the heated dehydration, so maybe not.  But you can tell there was some heat added.  I was hoping for more.  Still, wonderful as and for what it is.

Good night.

No, not as planned.

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The dishes were cycled.  They need another wash.  Laundry was set to dry.  Lunch dishes were finally put up.  Oh, and some items from the bathroom dishes were ready, so air drying.  As well, kitchen sheers were used to reduce the size of the jerky, as I switched them around, top to bottom.  They need more time, but how much?  I'm not sure if I should let them go overnight, if I don't think there is a good option.

No work upstairs.  It was 70° in here, downstairs, with everything open and the furnace set to 68°.  It reads 58° outdoors.  Quite strange.  The dehydrater is going at 160°, that must be acting as a heater.  So very strange.  I am about to hit it.  Sleep calls.  I am hoping it is cooler up there.

If I can, first thing, I'll vacuum.  Then go as far into that project as possible.  Oh, but I'll check the jerky immediately, the first thing of all.  Crap.  I hate running those steps.  They really get to me.  Still... perhaps I will be too asleep to notice!  It happens more often than you would imagine or I wouldn't be nearly as far along as I am.

Good night, prayers and blessings your way.

Revision and the plan.

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Laundry sorted and started.  I remember having most laundry caught up.  I didn't account for everything taken back there from upstairs.  I would plug it at five loads, plus two loads to be put away.  Clean towels and sheets... or washed again?  Still, one load put to wash, symthics... work cargos, socks, and a pair of tech underwear.  The rest is in line, most likely for tomorrow.

A couple of small loads of dishes were set up.  Oh, it's getting there.  A few more loads and it will all be done.  I may pack some of them away, so they can't be used... until I can let go.  Perhaps with dishes too.  Though, perhaps, putting up the dishes will just provide replacement stock.  Getting there.

I decided to check outdoors.  It was getting a bit warm.  At 60°, and dry, if with a mild breeze and cloud cover, I decided to open back up.  Fresh cool air is a commodity.  I'll take it if I can.  Someone suggested they heard it may snow here tomorrow?  I did suggest I wasn't done.  Not sure about fire in the snow, should it snow... just don't let it surprise you if so.  As well, I remembered the meat which had been marinating.  A day late, but that marinade should have held it well.  So, I got the dehydrater out, filled, and going.  I may need to chop pieces down sometime along the process.  Still... that is started.

After a break, I will get upstairs.  I am looking forward to it, more each time there is a stall.  I think I can, at least, get a reasonable start on it, yet today.  I'd like a shower and shave too, or at least a trim then shower.  Nearly a shower a day for quite some time.  It is quite nice.  Too busy to work on my feet as often as I would like.  Though once a week is good.

I ordered a few puzzles, and cancelled the last order of sheets.  FedEx has failed to deliver everything sent through them since china virus hit.  At this point I kill any order using them.  I have no interest in waiting a month and a half or more, and still not receiving the items... which I overpaid for in the first place.  Puzzles, marbles, and jacks... Plus monopoly, scrabble, and?  I should get checkers, chess, and make a call?

My... mother... last time we spoke, brought up a name I never thought she would utter again.  Questions about this and that.  Yes, she with whom, among the living, I am always and never alone.  I don't know.  Sounds like a trap.  I wonder if the two are in cahoots... I'm telling you, women work that way.  Still, some traps... can work out, and I need someone to play games with.  Just... just.  Later.

Making three pounds of meat last a week.

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I tried cutting smaller hunks from the main.  That only left me ferociously more hungry.  I thought about slicing it thin, but didn't have reliably open space for easily acting that out, until recently.  I finally remembered the idea, and saw that the opportunity cost was little.  Not only is there regularly open space, but the kitchen sink is also always open, in order to quickly wash the knife and cutting board.

So...  to it.  I eat fresh(er) cooked meat (usually one three to four pound package), or that is the goal, every other day (Though sometimes twice that day).  Then, once or twice a week I have a 70 calorie packaged meat with salad and will be trying in a lettuce rollup.  I tried it a few days ago, but old habits die hard... I took too much.  But it did seem to prove the point.  I ended up, somehow, overeating on a regular portion.

Today, I used half my normal portion, slicing it as bacon, then slicing that lengthwise.  I then heated it just enough, then crowned a lettuce salad with it, using my own vinaigrette.  Quite good, if I still felt I overate.  I'll continue tweaking.  It's not always just what, but also how what is eaten.  That was a smaller salad and three ounces of roast chuck, plus a tablespoon of... if real... balsamic vinegar vinaigrette.  Amazing.

Eating flavor.  Expensive?  It would seem that way.  But when you break down product use across shelflife, then run that through product use through portion?  No.  Not only is little used, it reduces the demand for other inpust.  It halved my craving for beef.  So... eating flavor is a good way to proverbially sugar coating eating hunger... which... is really cheap, and found everywhere.  Cheers!

It seems to be improving out there.  I felt the need to turn the furnace down.  After lunch settles, I will start a few loads of dishes.  I have washed lunch dishes, they are air drying.  As well, I will start a load of laundry.  A little rest, then up and to the upstairs plans.  Not sure I can, but keeping it in the plans just in hope.  Later.

Not a chance.

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At my return from the post, I couldn't stand.  Heat was up.  But against the general dark and cold, it didn't matter.  I sank into my chair until there was nowhere to go.  Finally surrendering to bed.  It was, perhaps, nine?  I just woke at noon.  Still so tired I can barely stand, if not enough to go back to sleep.  I will feed the critters.  Unless something gives, that might be it.

I'll work if I can.  Quite literally.  As is, sitting is as good as I can do.  Sitting at a lean so as to brace an elbow on the chair's arm as support.  I turned the furnace up as I went to bed, more than it had been, to 72°, hoping when I woke, that would... help.  Nope.  Hmm, I may put a few small loads of dishes in.  Then let a load of laundry to go.  Worst cases, I'll end up with dryed, unfolded, laundry and well soaked, for easy washing, dishes.

I still have some hope to coming around.  Odd thing, it isn't really all that cool up there.  It's the depth of the dark, and maybe atmospheric conditions.  If the barometric pressure makes it seem a much higher elevation, possibly lower especially if it happens very fast, that might crush me like a toy.  I'm pretty sure it happened even in Iowa.  It really only debilitates if you are old or sick.  If, as I remember, it does tend to slow even the young and healthy down.  I just never stopped to figure out what that was.

I'd still like to vacuum, move boxes, create zones and put the right items in them, then vacuum the steps and living room today.  But that is a lot of work.  No, absolutely no, promises.  Even if I start, that may take two days, if... I knew that possibility... probability?.. when I proposed the project.  Now, today, more so.  Best feed the natives, getting restless and aggressive, and myself.  Every trick will have to be employed.

Later.

Yesterday was a bust.

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No, not a head figurine sculpture!   Gotta love English though.  Then again, those sorts of art creations are generally of politicians, successful businessman, and other elite... so if by accident or through intent, I... get the connection.  Still, love them or hate them, they have a place, a necessary one, in society.  They, if true to their nature, make the crappy decisions which allow many to live with rules were only few could live without.  Choose, for yourself, if places for other than the civilized are becoming scant, and lack amenities... even civil esprit de corps.  Though, too, the rot of corruption and political bias, at the highest levels, are bittering what little flavor any freeman should have for civilization.  Bleh.

Hmm?  Oh right.  Yesterday, was it?  It was.  The cold, and dark, took me to my knees.  Once there, all efforts to rise were quickly and easily squashed.  I can't be sure when I ended up going to bed... for it was as if I had worked a long hard day.  I think it was between 19:00 and half after.  I looked, but only remember the first two numbers, barely.  The last two numbers shift every time I try to recall, 17, 26, 34, 43, 47... I... can't pull it.

I woke at 3:30ish, as my soft wake.  Then, say, a quarter to five when I could finally lift out.  Mail first, then a shower.  I'll set the alarm for three hours before feeding critters.  I am trying to keep them on a more even feeding schedule.  So strange to go backward in waking time.  Just a situational phenomena?

After I return, I will set up dishes, perhaps start a load of laundry, then begin vacuuming, and moving boxes to vacuum everywhere, and to create those zones.  Then hitting steps and down here.  Hopefully, later, to begin softly in the living room in my personal office/seating area, then maybe on to the couches.

A day off may not have been preferred, but it wasn't bad.  I needed a rest.  Just... rest.  I did put some dishes away, completed a tiny load of them, went through a few more boxes in the kitchen side room, plus did some minor work upstairs.  But, mostly, I rested.  No complaints.  And I am quickly back to it.  It might be another slower day, depending on the weather.  But, if I can keep to what is planned, it will work well enough.  Though I think more work upstairs and a second load of dishes may well happen?  Or... not.  Later.

Oops!

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Good plans.  Bad configuration.

I was toodling along.  Breakfast was eaten.  A few things done.  Then I crashed.  Not... quite a sleep crash, more an unnoticed slowing.  A few hours went by before I could focus, realizing something was wrong.  Figuring out what the problem was was easy.  Cold!  It had dropped to below 64° in here.  It was 58° outdoors.  I had windows open and there was wind.

Shutting everything down and turning up the furnace still took a bit.  Now it is storming, and raining, out there.  Probably shockingly cold out there.  No worries.  It did take a bit, but I am recovering.  I drained and got the lettuce up, the veggies are in a colander for later processing.  Then I made a reasonable vinaigrette, which I had with the last of the lettuce, cucumber, and tomato from last week.  Some browning, just on the tips.  An easy fix if I doubt it mattered... so light, rare... still.

Now to do that small load of dishes, trim, shower, then shave.  Perhaps vacuum, as to the plan.  Oh, best check upstairs.  The two windows are open... dry, up there.  Not even a drop got in.  Still, I have to warm up first.  ...  Pebble hail now.  Quite a weather run, from 80° to 58° (if probably colder), from 73° to dropping to 60° indoors, and from sunny to raining and hailing.

I had forgotten the laundry.  Got it.  Had to turn the furnace up a bit more.  I'll get the showering and vacuuming out of the way, plus some work upstairs... besides vacuuming, which requires moving a couple of piles of boxes, I would like to set up a few zones.  An area for the cot and for the double card table.  Then get those items set up in their areas.  As well, a bit more organizing plus measuring for a closet bar.  I keep having to organize, but I keep taking stuff up.  Pay attention.

:p

Yea.  A weaker day, but a good one.  Hmm, if the rain lets up, or not, I should check the post office.  Yea.  Later.

Up!

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Pretty early for being late.  "Hmm?", you ask?  Well...  Let me explain.  No, no time for that.  Let me sum up, Buttercup.  Instead of waking with the sun at a bit after five, it was half to quarter, or a shy closer still, to seven!  I, at first, wondered what I had done wrong... pushed too hard yesterday, stayed up too late?  No, I keep the curtains pulled, so there wasn't that.  As it turns, it was simply heavily overcast.  I seem the definitive leo.

Still, I was up and out by a bit after eight.  The sun was out about then too.  So I got to work on the socks.  Okay, not nearly what it seemed.  Pairing, then putting into cotton and dress sock section, or wool, liner, compression sock pile.  I'll... bet good money I have as many more still out there, lurking in the shadows, as what I have compiled.  Each of those piles filled a medium small box, say what would hold twelve larger olive oil tins.  If, remember, I wear 13-14, so one of my heavy woolies might be your rolled up sweater.

There were other clothes, swim wear and gear... which reminds me... anyway...  I sorted. Some came down, to be washed.  The sun quit as I finished.  I checked the temp outside, 58° a bit to half after nine.  So I opened everything back up, cleaning litter on the way.  I also set the timer for an hour, to feed critters.  Then grabbed a perrier, my beer replacement, and began blogging.  It's... definitely not beer, but it also doesn't jack diabetes.

Today?  Hopefully two sets of two small loads of dishes.  One small load of laundry.  The other ac in.  Perhaps vacuuming parts of upstairs that were recently opened up, then moving things to get the rest of the floor, then hitting everything still open again, doing the steps... partly from up there, partly from downstairs, then vacuuming the open parts of the living room.  And, possibly, digging around my chair and the couches as an initial second wave assault on the last of the living room.

Maybe?  Or... is that for the day or week?  Hmm, actually, I need to get lettuce and else soaking, and have a morning bite.  A small piece of that chuck roast and the last of the old lettuce... which is as crisp as the day I processed it.  Oh, a trim (beard), shower, and shave (also beard, just closer) as a middling, timewise, thing?  Yea.  The cool is keeping ME crisp!  As I like it.  Later.

Nearly finished.

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For the day.  Probably.  Mostly.

All dishes that have a place were put away.  Then all dishes soaking, fit to finish, were done.  A few thermos's were forgotten, with fatted coffee.  Gnarly, but getting there.  A bit of organizing upstairs.  A small basket of clothing was found, everything was folded and put away, save towels which... I forgot those up there!  Next time.

Then I started through socks.  But I... thought I saw more in my room.  Yep.  I grabbed a box and headed back up.  But... wait... weren't there more, a lot more?  Yes, yes indeed.  Four socks for every of Imelda Marcos' pairs of shoes?  By volume and number!  I wore myself hauling two more boxes and two huge totes!

I must have... stored then forgot?  Wow.  Anyway, I was so overwhelmed that I just organized those for a run tomorrow, tonight, or the rest of the week!  Gobsmacked, he says, he being I.  And he and I would know.  I ran away, while also sneaking, like my good friend Sir (or otherwise) Robin... or was that Bwian?  No, no, Brian.  ..smack..  Oww!

Oh, right.  If no company, or just the familial sort, shorts.  Pj's perhaps, in the morning. Pants for polite company.  I'm almost growed up!  Having clothes where I can easily see, sort, find, and reach helps a ton.  Oh, the sheet just fits the cage shelving perfectly.  If I want more, I need to craft another unit.  Easy enough to construct.  I just want to see if I... SOCKS!  All my glorious socks will have their own home!   :p

Later.

Bad headache.

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Still with plans.  I've done a bit more.  Will do even more.  Upstairs shortly.  After hitting dishes again.  Perhaps the ac install, but definitely more organizing.  I may have to begin packing things away.  I don't want the upstairs to become a storage space, mostly.  It is just to be a bedroom.

It is 71° inside, 74° outside last time I checked.  Partly cloudy, just enough for reasonable cooling.  I'd still like to get the other ac in.

After dishes, I will set coffee brewing.  I'll just dump that first batch... rough water, brewed too long, and maybe the coffee isn't my style.  I'll give it another shot.  If all else fails, I'll see if the local coffee roaster is open in some way, buy four pounds... freezing most of it.  Half a pound, or so, should do... perhaps three quarters... to taste.

Later.

Tiny bits and pieces.

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A bit of fussing, just rearranging, with portions being tossed.  Dishes were put away, mostly.  I am choking finding places to put some things.  It is almost 70° out there, so I shut the windows.  I requested the weedwhip back the other day.  I checked on it, got it special delivery.  Oh, and the water main cap has been replaced!

I am having difficulty going.  I had breakfast, a bit of beef and green beans, with a glass of milk.  I also have started cleaning tea jugs and refilling them with fresh tea.  They look and taste a hundred percent better, at least.  Truly.  I do believe I will redo the coffee, tasting it from time to time, until it is right.

Cats and ducks, food, water, hay or litter.  Happy critters.  I am keeping a bowl for fresh water clean and ready for when Sam wants out.  The elder queen gets as she wishes.  I even go out and enjoy her company from time to time.  She really appreciates that.  I'll even walk around the house a few times with her.  Sam and Trouble on patrol!

A shower, then upstairs for some sit down work.  Uh-oh, that means finishing dishes.  I best make it snappy.  Perhaps one slightly heavier effort, getting the ac installed in one of the east windows.  So tired.  So very tired.  Perhaps a nap later.  Ugh, but to get these things done first.

Too hot.

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It was 73° upstairs and down when I went to bed.  I stayed awake to two, without realizing I was drifting into insomnia from the warmth.  The next warmest day I have seen, in the cave, was 70°, several times, but just for short bits.  It looks like with clouds gone, the heat is back.  To stay?  Probably.  If I am not done.

Still, up softly at five, out by an half after seven.  I woke, enough, this morning, immediately, to look at what was truly waking me.  It definitely is the sun just before it crests the mountains.  I can almost feel it.  With plain eyes, it probably looks... simple.  With my eyes, it is... terrible, and beautiful.  Not THE, but a creative destroyer.

I got right to work.  Not heavy, hard, or fast.  But to it with goals, within larger plans, as a part of grander schemes.  Yes, folding and putting up underwear and pajama bottoms... leads to more.  *le sighe*  More than that.  This and that.  I thought to put in the eastern ac, but the sun was fierce.  Later, or tonight.  I put the western one in instead.  A few more items up, arranged, then down to sit.

But first, a window trim review.  I closed the bathroom window.  It faces east.  That side is baking.  The others windows will remain open for another hour, as it is cool enough aside from the eastern side.  Cool enough the front door was opened.  An attempt to freshen the air, and grab some of the cool before it hits eighty or higher.

Tea is going.  Not sure I can handle hot drinks anymore.  I need ice soon... make the fatted drink while warm, but not hot, then add the ice after well blended.  Too hot and the cream curdles.  Too cool and it doesn't mix.  If I must bother, than I'll bother correctly.

A rest.  The timer was set for an hour, to feed and otherwise tend critters.  I ended giving the dishes a shot last night.  I'll put the last loads of dishes up before long.  Then do that load, and then take a shower.  I don't plan a daunting day of labor.  I'd like to sort through my general area.  Then, hit the boxes on the couches.  Perhaps do more sorting and clearing in the bedroom.  As well as another load or two of dishes.

I won't do laundry today, but I would like to set up some loads, for a quick start tomorrow.  Hmm, might want to do some straightening upstairs around bedtime.  Letting the ac run to cool the place off as needed.  To be ready to fold clothes and else tomorrow.

It sounds like a lot of work, but it really isn't, fifteen minutes here, thirty there, never on my feet for more than fifteen, or I get into trouble.  From two to four hours of work, four to five days a week.  And I hurt all the time.  And I am becoming afraid.  Everything done seems a drop in the bucket.  Everything exposed exposes even more and different types of work.  Impelled to make way, though.  So I set my fears aside and work... well beyond my means.

That's it.

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A few dishes set up after the last post.  That was and will be all.  I tried gaming, to wake, push through.  Nothing doing.  Ducks were fed and watered.  Sam wanted out, to be out, for the first time in years, really.  I have been cycling clear water through the coffee pot.  One more time, or it might be ready.

Traveling shoes, I think.  Not immediately, regardless of anything else.  Soon.  Where?  I'm not sure.  Trouble is coming.  Some of it is, was always, here already.  The rest?  Just a sense.  Not what else I see arriving.  Even if the other ends in what some might see ass badly, even that would be a... good thing.  Goes to source.

Duck, or... keep an eye open... two if possible.  If you see it, don't just watch.

Later.

All but a nap.

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Up to the nap, that is.  It all took longer, I needed rest between projects, and I set two small loads of dishes, plus washed from the small meals and cleaned the coffee pot.  I thought there was more to do with packing and boxes.  Less than ten?  Or so.  What can be recycled and empties are stacked, with three smaller boxes of plastic packaging burst bubbles and other trash packing materials.  And all where I wanted it.

Resting after the shower.  Yes, I needed that.  A long rest.  It is up to the low 70°'s inside, it was 80° out there.  Ugh.  It's about that time.  I'd best get ac in, and close windows first thing.  Airing the place, day and night, has been nice, but is done.  Still, at night, I should be able to keep it open... for a while.

With ac only upstairs, the downstairs, I am hoping, will stay slightly cooler.  I found that closing off the upstairs was required to have any effect.  Hot air rises, cold air drops.  Opening up means nothing but a useless transfer happens.  I am hoping to replace the "smart" ac.  It might not be good for my needs, but perhaps for someone with nothing, it might work.  While I will never buy a smart one again, I'd like to find one with a timer.

I'll do a bit more work and organizing upstairs, perhaps just as I go to bed.  A few hours, easy work, just enough to ease into sleep.  It really is moving along.  My mom would have done my four weeks of work in days, a week at most.  I do what I can.  And it is, slowly, looking much better.

As I empty my main bedroom, I can begin using that as a general collection and sorting area.  If I can get that room cleared and cleaned in the process, the bathroom... perhaps I can get help in there.  Some of it I will try solo.  I may turn it into the winter room.  As the house, and that bedroom, gets cleared, I can move sorting hq next door, and begin turning the main bedroom back into a proper bedroom again.

Yea, it's getting to where looking a bit further ahead holds promise.  Later.

So rarely as planned.

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Not complaining, noting.  Dishes first.  Those in the kitchen sink.  Done, if air drying.  Looking good.  The r.o. seems to be working better.  I forget that it takes a while, after changing filters to wet the activated charcoal and clear the lines, and get back to heavier faster flow.  As well, there has always been a limit as to volume output.  Mine advertised a gallon, but that was always bogus.  A half gallon at a time is pretty much it.  I have considered adding a second, or larger tank, but space limits make that questionable.

Anyway.  I'm cleaning the coffee pot, running a vinegar and water mix through a few times, then a few rinses.  Between the r.o. having quit, plus what tea does, then charcoal settlings, it's gotten a bit rough.  With the r.o. at normal, it was time to clear that next step.  The coffee isn't great.  Perhaps I brewed it too long, maybe the coffee really isn't very good, and or it has charcoal bits.  I will try it a few more times.  If it doesn't work for me, I'll try it all over again.  May have to refigure coffee solutions.

Next, I cleared space in the front room, by the window, for empties, then got them out there.  As well, I started a few tiny chicken thighs.  I then took a break.  The chicken was finished as I finished and was resting.  Fantastic chicken.  I put the chuck roast in as the chicken was cooling.  The roast will be meat for the rest of the week.  I might have just a bite when it is finished.

As well, I found packages of jerky meat, precut round... something something.  I created a slurry, then tumbled and am letting it marinade for several days.  It is very old, may not work.  Smelled and looked good though.  I have to Wednesday morning to get my dehydrater out, dusted, washed, and ready.  This one is a soy, worcestershire sauce, with ghost pepper, garlic powder, ginger powder, and onion granules.  For simple consumption.  If it works, and I find more such meat, I'd like to make jerky to be used in pemmican.

Soon, a shower.  Trim first, if I think it is needed.  A shave either today or tomorrow.  Oh, but actually I think, with all that room up front, I will go through the boxes of packing materials, and get the remnants out there or in the trash.  I... really want more room in the living room, to just have more space!  I have felt so claustrophobic, so buried in... stuff... for so long, without being able to do anything.  I want more open space.

Then the shower?  Yes.  Then a bit of air drying.  When the hair is dry, a nap.  Hopefully to organize the upstairs when I wake.  Quite a thing.  I'll keep at it.  If probably not much else today, if that might be a bit of work upstairs.  I don't know how I am doing this.  Oh, can't wait for the beef!  Though, I am extremely full from the three half, or tiny, thighs.  Not sure I can eat.  Bleh.  Later.

As is becoming the usual.

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Waking, softly, at shortly after five, if not fully waking and rising until an hour or three later.  It was a bit after 8:00 this morning, if I went to bed a bit after 23:00, and have been working a bit harder, and far more continuously, than even normally possible.  I think... it is the sun rising, and perhaps the morning wind, or something as such flowing down from the mountains.

I sleep right beside an east-facing window now.  It sort of reminds me of submarine berths... sleeping pods.  We had curtains, as doors.  I am almost certain I dreamed of opening those to look upon mountains.  I finally get to live that dream.  But, too, the sun begins waking me, more gently.  The sun hasn't crested the mountains yet, but that corona is almost... magical.

No hanging of shirts this morning.  There are some left, but no room in the closet.  They don't fit, fully... too long.  But some are in.  I will do more tinkering up there, later. I keep taking clothing and bedding upstairs.  I have enough for a while.  I also want to get a measuring tape up, to find the lenght in order to add a bar to the real closet.

A shower, first thing, if the first thing won't be fast.  Then, in no particular order, the dishes set up last night... mostly jars... given a first washing, a new load put in the tub... after a shower, the rubbish bin brought back (after it has been emptied), opening a space to put the empties in the front room then moving them there, working on the boxes with packing materials then moving those to the front room, plus a more full accounting and clearing of the fridge, and, finally, a bit of measuring, figuring, organizing upstairs, plus installing one of the ac's today.

Ugh.  For today or the week?  They are all light jobs, but time isn't two-dimensional.  We will see.  I need to get a list, for hardware and grocery shopping.  Sometime this week I need to sneak out.  I found face masks, plus a throat gater for over those which usually ends stupid questions before they percolate past lips.  I have meat thawing.  As soon as it is thawed, I'll get that going.

Not too bad.  It's killing me, but... so what.  I'd rather die living, or trying to live, than just setting.  This is the first opportunity in a long time, if... it isn't mundanely natural, or sustained by my will, flesh, spirit, alone.  This is a gift, if one that might kill me.  All good, and yet... I am hoping it isn't the end.  Not quite yet.  I'd... like to enjoy the fruits of my labor, a clean organized... ship of fools.  If just for a while?  His will, as I was taught, not mine.  Later.

Quite a lot for not much.

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Memory must be shot.

I didn't think much was done. I don't remember work, save in an odd, offhanded, way, as if watching from a rear view mirror, and not all of it.  All the dishes, then some, were done to the air drying point.  All the jars of eggs, very old kefir, and pickles, plus dishes, have been pulled out of the fridge or off the shelves, drained, and set to soak... in the kitchen sink.  I want a quick shower tomorrow.  Won't set dishes going in there until after a shower.

A shower was just taken.  No trim or shave, but hopefully a trim before bedtime.  Garbage has been collected, and will be going out shortly.  Ducks will be fed and watered as well.  Bins won't be bagged until tomorrow, too tired to wrestle, and there are still several bags in the yet bagged ones.

I do plan to organize the closet, and see if shirts will hang well.  If so, I'll put a bunch up, finish any leftovers in the morning.  Aspirin would be fantastic right about now.  Oh well.  I'll put it on my list for the next time I go to town.  Not a bad day.  I still overworked, but not as terribly as yesterday.

No boxes were wrangled, if I think the fridge, jars and bottles, and counters ended up being more work.  It wasn't supposed to be that way.  Well, and I am not quite done.  A very good day, if I overdid it, and still can't quite stop.  Ducks, trash to the curb, organizing the closet, hanging shirts, and testing a flat sheet over the cage shelves.

Good night.

Slow.

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Dishes, in the sink and tub, had to be hit twice.  The area cleaned off for them was clear.  I think the previous dishes were put up last night?  Wow, keeping one step ahead really helps.  The final wash and rinse was finished, if later than hoped.  Tired, sore, achy, moving slow.  I cleaned another counter, and the stove top after use from last night.  Improvements are quite noticeable, striking.

I still want a trim, shower, and shave.  Perhaps a bit of work upstairs... hanging shirts, if they fit the closet.  I finally got everything out of the sink so fresh tea can be brewed.  As well, now I can work with the cold brewed coffee.  That'll be a treat, unless it has been brewing too long.  At least I will have hot tea.

I really want to make room for the empty boxes in the front room, then get them to the front room.  Then work on the boxes with packing.  That should reduce volume, leaving more empty boxes.  Then collect certain items, here and there, that are keepers.  It is all rather simple.  But will take time and legwork.  Maybe, though.

First, a salad.  With chicken, tuna, or salmon?  Or a wrap.  Yes, something.  I am so HUNGRY!  Doesn't matter, I can't seem to eat.  How very peculiar.  I'll eat what I can now.  Hmm, perhaps with green beans, a fatted coffee, and... that would be it.  I couldn't eat more.  Not sure I can finish that.  Later.

The strangest sleep lately.

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Crashing so very hard, fast, if sometimes earlier or later.  I couldn't do more work yesterday, after that last post?  I couldn't even game.  I simply went into fog, an insomniac state.  I... looked, online.  I didn't see anything, I remember nothing.  I had ideas.  There were things I wanted to learn or understand.  I remember neither what roused my curiosity, what I found out, or even if I ever made it to beginning a search.

Tired.  Exhausted.  Beyond the meaning of those words.  But I couldn't sleep.  I kept looking, lost in the fog, trying to figure out what I wanted to figure out, but never either obtaining or remembering what I learned.  Lost.  It was right at 23:00 as I went to bed.  Why did I remember that?  Surprise.  It, radically surprised me.

This morning I started, again, waking at five.  Two days ago-ish? I couldn't wake until eight, yesterday it was more like seven before I could roll out.  For the last week, five has been when I begin to wake.  All week?  This morning it was a bit after six when I actually got out of bed.  With or without cats, it's... something is different.  I don't understand.  Happy for it, even being wet, cool, dark, perhaps dreary.  Some hope in there.

I began folding and sorting first thing.  I... was amazed to more fully wake with the last item easily available for folding in my hands.  I sought what else was available.  Not much, but done.  Then a minor reorganization was crafted.  Amazing how fast things can go.  So?  More.

The closet was reviewed.  It seemed... reasonable.  A few pieces were put on backward, or incorrectly.  One piece broke.  I... did this and that.  Despite all, it is together.  The broken piece could be a problem.  While I will use duct tape, I found a number to call.  I will see about a few extra parts.  Still?  Impressive.

It's 8:21, after an half hour down here looking online and writing.  It was all sitting work, and I wasn't truly awake for all of it.  Nice.  I think part of my problem yesterday was planning too much.  I do have plans today, but fewer.  I just won't, can't successfully, carry out, or even plan, very much work.  I need a break.

I have one trash bag out.  I would like two more smaller ones.  I will have to dig for it... in the fridge, cat litter, jars of stuff to empty... anywhere I can find it... trash.  A shower and shave as well.  Other than feeding, watering, etc, the critters and myself, today is a rest day.  I only do trash because tomorrow, potentially early, it is picked up.  Oh, and making sure each inside barrel or bin has three bags in it.  In case liquids spill through, but generally to give me time in case I fall.  At least I can take recent refuse out, probably for a month or two before having to rebag.  I may check a flat sheet, as a dustcover for the shelving... the closet came with it's own.  From that I can decide if more columns and/or rows can be added.

On a side note, the closet is mostly shelving.  There is a hanging section, if I have doubts whether it is long enough for my shirts, and there is no adjustability.  I will check out the actual closet, take a tapemeasure with.  A pipe, two threaded actually, with a splitter fitting, or a round and rectangular cut to drop a whole length of pipe in... whichever works best with what is there.

Finally, a real room that works with my size, climatic needs and wants, and with some small charm and handsome fixtures and fittings.  A few more big jobs and it will be right.  If those are yet a month or two off, one requiring a dumpster.  It is moving along nicely.

The neighbor said there... it's more comfortable to visit.  Dishes and trash, especially a few specific forgotten ones... and clumping cat litter.  And it being nice enough to air out.  If doing dishes, washing laundry, and cooking help in their own ways.  A few more dishes today, and a bit more airing.  Sprinkling, but that is a pleasant scent.  Later.

Slow, but paced.

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Kitchen sink dishes were reset.  Laundry was loaded for my next trip upstairs.  Breakfast was had.  Perhaps a few other things?  I went looking for the two bottles of aspirin I had backstocked.  Gone.  I noticed my shampoo is empty.  When only I am using it, it lasts about a year.  This was gone in three months.  Not sure if there are multiple users/thieves or just one pig.  And, went to check my unopened diabetic carb tabs.  All had been opened and emptied.

I will be sorting this out.  The thing is, leaving my home leaves it vulnerable.  There really isn't an easy way.  But there are ways, beyond just very fallible locks.  More so since just asking would provide a loan, or one-time gift.  But, no, they want to take what they want, when they want it, without debt or gratitude.  That is why you don't feed certain ones via government.  They come to expect it.  Though there are the feral, and those who think they deserve what isn't theirs, for any of a thousand reasons.  Those of islam are like that.

Anyway...  It'll get fixed.

A shower, then fresh small load of dishes set.  I'll hit heels while I rest for a bit.  Eventually I'll make my way upstairs to fold clothes and examine the closet.  No nap needed or wanted.  I was sure it would happen.  Small enough efforts, completed at the easiest pace, if it still surprises.  Maybe later.

I would really like to get the empties to the front room, deal with the boxes of packing, then move the empties and remnant full boxes to the front room.  That will depend on if I put the closet together, and if that takes more than anticipated.  I want it DONE!  All of it, fast!  It... no matter... will take a while.  Still, every job completed, even if a temporary move, like a piece on the checker board, gets me one step closer to the finish line... whatever the outcome, whether just to the conclusion, or my own conclusion before the place is finished.  If, I tell you, conclusions, of any sort, really are just beginnings.

Now to rest for a couple hours.  Later.

Crashed hard.

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I can tell.  Sore throat, with a hard lump.  I must have been exhausted, terribly so.  The week caught up to me.  I don't remember nearly waking, dreaming, or anything until about five.  I couldn't fully wake until seven, mostly.  I got right to the baskets of laundry.  My snoring must have loosened the roof!  The throat problem is linked to snoring.

Everything has been separated, but only hand and a few other towels were folded, and since brought down.  I was doing another small load, which was drying.  So that will go up shortly.  I put away the last load of dishes, so finished the load that had been soaking.  A shower, then I will set another small load of dishes, work on the heels for a bit, then take the small load of laundry up, and begin folding.  I won't say I will get it done, there is quite a lot.  But I will do a compartment at a time... shorts, socks, pants, miscellaneous, pj's, unders, etc.

Even for as busy as it has gotten up there, it... is looking rather handsome.  Rougeishly bachelor flares, neat and squared, with little areas for this and that.  When the toss boxes go, I would like to begin seeking a cedar chest for woollens, or two, and a couple of folding room separaters so as to... add dimension, separation, quietude.  Yet be completely removable for that studio living look and feel that can be cool, add air flow, just not feel so limited, or even other reasons.

I will at least look at the closet in a box.  If it looks too complicated or heavy, I'll wait for another day, Monday most likely.  Otherwise I might hit that.  Waiting for my morning... event.  Dailies, at least.  Then a shower.  I will have the laundry ready by the stairs to go up, the dishes put away, and supper dishes done in the kitchen sink, by the time I go, then shower.  Yes.  With the kitchen sinks and one and a quarter of the two adjacent counters done, I will start doing daily dishes in the kitchen.  I will clear and clean the last counter, Fully, Monday.

Not a lot else?  Maybe begin stacking empty boxes in the front room?  I won't put them back where they were, that blocks both bedrooms downstairs, which I am digging through now that they are open.  I will have those right and ready shortly...  then mothball them.  As is, I can't really afford to put the bathroom back together.  I do have a new water heater, a new toilet, sinks plus fittings for the sinks (would like two sinks, if possible), and several floor drains to choose from.  But it would need flooring, a medicine cabinet, lamps, and counters or something to hold at least one of the sinks.  Uhrm, plus installation, whether paid or by the sweat of my brow.

Hmm?  Is that... fantasy island I see?  Well, I will get a few things done.  Parts of folding, more dishes, a shower, and just maybe the closet.  But, mostly, it will be a day of rest.  Perhaps a very few other tiny tasks?  Maybe.  Later.

A lot more than planned.

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A load of dishes, on the smaller size, set up.  Then clean laundry upstairs, two baskets.  Then four boxes of clothes, and two hampers of really old clean clothes upstairs.  Too big for more that single loads.  Plus a standing lamp up.  Nice to be able to see!  As well, I moved some of the keeper boxes, with plans to opening a better space for a table as well, perhaps, for the cot.  Finally, I hit the dishes.  They will need another wash, and rinse, but first I have to put up yesterday's wash.

I've gotta rest!  I feel life as a poor sob chained to a treadmill!  I got stuck working, couldn't stop.  Burned out long before I could stop.  A long break.  A fistful of aspirin.  Though food, I do need food.  Then perhaps a nap.  I hope, yet today, to go through some of the clothes... hopefully all the fresh laundry, then make room for the table and perhaps cot, then place those.  Oh, and set up a lamp desk and get a chair in place.

Well, perhaps a shower yet today?  I will shave Sunday morning.  Whatever passes for a morning.  Tomorrow?  A lot less.  Going through the old clean clothes.  Setting up a hamper up there, putting one in the bathroom, and taking the last few to the laundry room... with any clothes needing washed or rewashed.  Perhaps another load of dishes... probably.  And naps today, tomorrow, and Sunday.

It is a dark, gloomy, wet day out there, if that is helping.  Still... ugh.  Later.

A next day.

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We didn't return home until 22:00.  Driving a new canyon, at night, while tuckered, was a challenge.  Obviously not beyond my ken.  Sleep was nearly instantaneous.  Did I do anything?  I think I fed the girls?  I don't remember.  But sleep was stupendous.  It was a cool day, and night.  With the bed made, all was good.

I started waking at five, but that was too early.  It's been a busy week, with a busier final heavy work and play day.  I am not giving up.  I am slowing down.  Now, I won't juggle through three or more tasks at once.  If I put a load of laundry or dishes going, I will just see that one chore through.  Moving to the next task in single file.

If I have extra energy, I won't burn it all, but will trim it, by, say, taking laundry upstairs to be folded, or work on clearing an area, where I can sit to fiddle.  Neither will I rush it.  An easier pace, without lagging.  It seems to be taking forever, but the improvements are striking.

It still looks bad.  You would have to seen it from before I started, to appreciate.  If even then... it... you notice changes, movement, separation and collection.  Although, the upstairs is definitely sparser, cleaner, almost comfortable.  Then again, I'v spent seventy to ninety percent of my time up there to date.

Okay, that... brings cheer back to the project.  I really haven't done as much down here.  Dishes, laundry?  Not as noticeable, either.  Only noticed if not done.  So even much of the work done has been stealth ops.  Still not working hard this weekend.  I am too tired.  If possible, I just won't completely stop.

I need to set up a table, and lamps, upstairs.  For paperwork, maybe beginning puzzles again, and eventually a computer and gaming station.  The table I have is a folding table, twice the lenght, and much heavier than a standard card table.  It Should do.  Plus I have two chairs up there.  It's just... I'll need to move the boxes and arrange a few other things.  Still, it's on the menu.

Still not finished upstairs?  Not even after that.  The trash boxes still have to go, storage mats have to be arranged better, the standing closet has to go up, and clothes have to go up, in, and something put over the shelving, and the actual closet needs fitted with a hanging bar, plus the lights need fixed... while also continuing to slog through the downstairs and keeping ahead of the present and future business messes of life, living.  Ugh.

When certain visitors are thought to be arriving...  It isn't one of the propitious or momentous moments, I think.  If the truly humble present in grand subtlety?  Yes.  Not sure why the visit.  Like an old hound, called by a good lord, I will do as I may to heed the summons, right through death it seems.  Or too it.  In this, it might be the thought that counts.  Later.

Not bad, and more.

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Another bounty of dishes finished, though air drying.  Quite a lot of dishes again.  I was upstairs, finishing the cot, which is now set up as a day or hot-weather bed.  I took a break before beginning the storage unit.  The Boss stopped by.  Shooting this afternoon?  Wanted more .22's, and my vehicle, and me?  :p  Problem... said I.  The .22's are behind the wall of cardboard.

No way I could dig through that, floor to ten foot, multiple box stack, on my own, then find the guns, and be fit to go.  Offer... help and haul away the broken down?  DONE.  We got through three of the five stacks when his time, our energy, and the bed of his truck were spent.  Close enough.  I moved the last stacks, letting him go.  I actually felt bad.  That... was a heck lot more work than might be believed.

I have found two of the four, if one isn't on the menu.  I had to rest.  Then I got going on the storage.  Done, for now.  I may add or remove a column or row, depending on how the sheet fits.  I set up the cot first.  Everything about that cot is brutal work!  Still, done and done.  Now to find the other.22, take a shower, and maybe shave.

So tired.  Might not even shoot.  Will go for fresh air, the sound of music, and possibly a meal out.  Ugh.  A good day.  I think I am finished with work, heavy work, for the week.  I'll do little things... straighten small areas, were I can sit, working for a few minutes to half hour at a time, perhaps showering daily, a pretty regular thing, taking clothes upstairs and folding portions at waking or bedtime, and maybe single very small loads of dishes and/or laundry per day... OR...  Nothing.

It's getting there.  Removing thee fifths of the boxes was a major unexpected victory.  A lot more energy burn than planned, but a super deal.  As we said in the Navy, pfm.  Pure... ...magic.  I am tired.  Got my money's worth.  Really and truly digging out.  There is easily a month left, to a rough but true trim.  But I will get there.

Don't skimp!

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When working, more than usual or not, certainly more and more often, you really have to eat, heat and/or cool, plus tend the body well.  I was stuck in my chair this morning.  I had a bite, but not enough.  Plus it was too cold.  I was crashing, if not nearly as severely as the other day.

More food and turning the furnace up has helped.  It might take an hour or two, but I will get there.  Though I may push dishes after this post.

While generally eating less, and better, I am eating a more varied diet.  I tried a mix of spices on pears.  Like bourbon, or whiskey, but no longer imbibe?  Ground cinnamon, ground ginger, and ground turmeric, on juicy pairs.  Seriously, I would never have thought.  Guilt free, or healthy, as you prefer.

I didn't have much more.  Still hungry.  I... think that is how it has to be, should be.  I have to be aware enough to maintain hunger, otherwise I eat until full, and then some.  If I can remain conscious of the situation, I can use a slight hunger as a driver, to push me along in my efforts.  I call it eating my hunger.  Lots of people do it.

Ah, tools for the feet.  I tried bladed scrapers.  Terrifying things.  After one too many near misses, and becoming a nervous wreck, I set it aside and won't touch it again.  I ordered various tools, in case one type didn't wotrk.  Thankfully the second set of tools were exceptional.  I hade great doubts, I was wrong.T

hese aren't finger fiddle small, they fit my 2x hands easily, with massive and medium paddles, but light enough for deft deployment.  I didn't want to say boo about them until I could order a few more, for backup.  Can never tell the lifespan of good tools.  I've done that three times before, without yet reordering, only to see the product sell out and disappear.  Not this time.  Buy them out now, for all I care.  Yes, works on the heels and calluses, each piece, at various speeds of removal.

Yes, dishes, while I chew on hunger.  Then either a nap, or putting up the first storage unit(s).  Well, and setting the coy up as a proper sleeping and clothes folding unit.  I have been making my bed almost every day, as I wake.  It's a little improvement I quite like.  Though, for buffalo people, either do it in the morning, or at bedtime, or sleep cold!  Still, it's a chore.  Later.

A pleasant rest.

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Down about a quarter after 18:00, that's six, pm, to some of you.  Up at 2:00, which is... two, am, to the same, other, group.  :p  Right at eight hours?  Unexpected.  Chest hurts, still.  Headache, mild.  Forgot the aspirin last afternoon, will take it this morning.  Cool.  64° upstairs, 66° down for the furnace.

I'll wake a bit, let the aspirin do it's job.  Then dishes.  I prepped the cucumber.  The seeds were soft, and not bitter, so I left them in.  More food.  I cleaned up after.  Zealous for a clean spot, wanting to clear more.  Getting there.  Doing dishes a few dozen at a time is slow, but more sure.  It allows me to keep up, and not crash... or at least not so hard or for days, weeks, or more.

Yes, dishes.  Next the wire cage storage.  With the cot assembled, I will set that up for naps.  With ac, and it being off the ground, it is a cooler day sleep option, with underneath airflow.  As well, it will be great as a sit down clothes folding station.  Beyond that, I would like to manage packing materials, and tear down some of the definte non-keeper boxes.  Taking those out to the vehicle after each armful or two.

Other than that, food and the critters, perhaps a shower and actual shave.  Maybe a bit more light digging on the table.  Pieces, parts and bits.  The bigger jobs take what time they require, the little ongoing projects can get one to five minutes, to twenty, if and as I can.  The trick is to allow zero backsliding.  Absolutely zero.

Ugh, aspirin.  Later.

Yes.

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Coffee and tea made.  The orange pepper sliced, bagged, and put up... that area cleaned after.  A few other things, plus a light meal.  Dishes got their first hit.  I should give the clothes one more tumble.  And the whiskers have been trimmed.  Then a long break.  I thought I might be finished.  Cat litter.  A very small task, I must be getting that without remembering?

Then upstairs.  I took the small breaker bar, just in case.  I was wondering if the task was less difficult than remembered.  Nope.  It was an absolute pita.  I struggled this way, then that.  Ah, the warm dry climate has shrunk the fabric?  If the task was qite difficult out of the bag.  I spent an half hour wrestling, finally, this time, winning!

Then on to the box transfer.  A snap after the last task!  As well, I wrangled four boxes down.  Too amped to sleep now.  So a post and some gaming to ease me down.  What I will be doing is boring, should help settle me down.  I didn't think I would make it.  Being awake or the work.  I'll try to stay up to 18:00 or more.  Trying to reclaim the day.

Aspirin, tea, gaming, then a long deep dark sleep.  I may dice the cucumber, as a last task?  Maybe.  Youtube has shut down video sharing, for me.  So that is done.  Good night, sooner or later.

Odds and ends.

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A shower, if not mentioned.  Then the feet.  The last layers of dry hard skin is slowly being removed.  This time bag balm went on, and cotton socks to help.  I changed out the r.o. part, but that didn't help.  So I changed out the other filters.  Nope.  There is a bulb, in the tank, that acts as a diaphragm.  It requires enough pressure to facilitate maintaining the pressure to both resist input so stop filling, and expelling water on demand.  I'll... look into it.  Tomorrow.

Laundry was put in the dryer.  I'll get to dishes shortly.  Then go upstairs for that bit.

I received pool shock today.  It can be used to create chlorine.  Using three grams per half gallon produces standard chlorine... if I remember correctly, and if what I heard was correct.  I have some, but it is too old.  It has a shelf life of ~5 years.  From now on, I will be crafting my own chlorine, rather than let it just go inert.  I will simply reuse chlorine bottles I already have.  I will be checking several other sources for actual use and mix instructions.  Verify when tinkering!

Hmm... hungry again.  Not sure what to have.  A brot, a small piece of baby swiss, and a glass of milk?  Oh, I did get the romaine tended.  Two thirds halved, all well spun to drain, then bagged.  The last third was kept as whole leaves, in order to make wraps.  I just left the veggies out, in a colander to drain, for now.  The lettuce, of course, has been refrigerated.

So many pieces and parts.  Nothing seems to just get completely done.  And yet I am seeing so much going on, it seems success will happen.  Yes, the dishes will be hit and set back up, I will have a small meal and probably feed the girls.  Then, upstairs with a crowbar, to finish the cot, then redo the last box and get any resulting and remaining empty boxes down.  Finally a nap.  Heart hurts, perhaps aspirin.

Only mostly, plus. So far.

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Forgot to trim.  Now I have to wait until the beard dries.  Should be good after my break.  Everything except the box transfer.  Plus, I ground coffee and have everything set up for a cold brew, just waiting on the reverse osmosis to... actually, I should change the main, actual, filter... the r.o. part.

I changed the two pre and post filter a year ago, technically the life of those.  This system is set for a family of four so I go two to four years.  Actually, I think this is the first main filter change.  Family of six?  Even if I changed it one other time but forgot, I definitely know I didn't change it twice.  At worst they last four to five years.

I use r.o. for all cooking and drinking.  I stopped using it for pets, at a time access became dubious.  They, in a side by side, prefer tap.  No judgements, and they may be right.  I just don't mind a regular flat taste, and no scum on the water.  A wrong-headed thing, unhealthy, emotion based?  I... actually don't think so.  Anyway, I'll do that, then check flow.  Bleh.

So, filter, or filters, changed... right after this post.  Then my break.  Then the box upstairs?  Anything else?  Perhaps turning laundry?  Maybe a first hit on dishes?  And, of course, coffee.  I make it half the strength of an espresso, which is still plenty stronger than typical American joe.  Usually I cut it, unless I need it strong, stronger.  If I need blackstrap, I do a french press, espresso level, gullet bomb, booster.

I couldn't find bulk reasonable, instant... low acid.  I did find low acid whole beans.  Whole beans don't usually cause acidic upset.  Still, it was similarly priced, available online, and should fit the bill.  As for some complaints about lower quality?  If I got used to instant, there is probably only one direction regarding quality.  Up.  If that other brand ever goes back to it's old price, I will pick some up.  I have two bottles for travel emergencies.  If I can keep it from being stolen.  It is getting real out there.

Yea.  I'm starting to fade.  Not sure a break will do.  Will focus as intently as possible.  Later.

Not what was anticipated.

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The plans were sound.  They just weren't what was needed or seen as primary tasks in the immediacy.  Cat litter, feeding the ducks and cats, making fresh tea, while sipping on cold tea.  Supper, or breakfast actually, made.  Brots, in the oven.  Then the dishes put up, mostly.  Figuring where some things will go is stumping me as to putting away some pieces.

Oh, my delivery did arrive.  Whole head romaine, plus a cucumber, tomato, and green... orange... pepper.  I wasn't awake when those arrived, and couldn't have dealt with them then.  I have parted the leaves, and put those and the veggies in for a cold water soak.  I'll halve the leaves, use the spinner to mostly dry, then put the leaves in two bags, with a few paper towels.  I will probably process the cucumber and pepper, if I am split on the tomato.  Slice, dice, then put in an airtight container OR just put into a ziplock bag whole, unti first use?  OR, OR, leave it out to ripen just a bit?  Probably dice, actually.  Romaine doesn't do well soaked too long, so I'll hit that very soon.

Next, a shower... trim first.  Then a start to the rest.  If I can trim, shower, start two small loads of dishes, a load of laundry, then redo that last box, I may nap.  Not sure I'll make it that far.  Nor will it necessarily be a choice.  I'm not worried.  It'll get done.  Mostly light work, but it adds up.  On the good side, I'll probably have an afternoon work session... a mix of light... say working on packing and breaking boxes down, and a heavy, like setting up storage and/or finishing the cot.  Lordy but that thing is difficult... at least without a crowbar or sich.  Yes, sich is a word.

Hmm, while resting after the bathroom adventures, I'll work on the feet a bit more.  I will be using bag balm to help with moisture loss, and future care... initially everywhere, if later just on the areas that cause trouble.  Between that and anti-fungal, etc., foot sprays and powders, life in that department is turning golden.

Ugh but life takes a lot.  I am still failing, in so many ways.  It literally is impossible for me.  I'm still not sure if that is not the point or if that is the whole of the point.  To contemplate fully?  Look at the tip of your nose with your right eye.  Got it?  Now your left eye.  Keep your right eye on it as well.  Got it?  Now... without looking away from your nose, go look at yourself in the mirror.  Oh, you can do it, just not well.

Well? I... got some of it.

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I guess not randomly crashing was a save of sorts?  And staying awake until 20:30 was a trick.  I was waiting for a delivery.  Had tried to nap, but wasn't able to do that.  Yes, I did more with boxes, empty and with objets d'art... my version of said.  As well, I washed the dishes twice, rinsed, and put out to air dry, having stored the previous dishes.

The house is being aired, upstairs and down.  It is 67° in all primary sectors.  A fan is running upstairs.  It really is vastly improving.  I had hoped to do more is all.  Still, on my side, I nearly collapsed before starting.  That never quite let go, I was haunted by a spectacular fatigue, even at my fresh awakening.  And there were a lot more dishes than anticipated.  Actually, utensils are murder.  But there was a lot of other things on top of it.  Well, and that wasn't all.  Small little nothing tasks, between this and that.

Oh, and my heels.  With the equipment, and dry, I removed... almost everything in one go!  I am amazed.  A pedicure might still be good, for circulation.  But I don't need it for  callus or heel dry skin removal.  There is more to do.  I'd like to try it after a shower.  Not a bad day.  If, as written, I had sorely hoped for more.

Today?  Since I didn't reset new dishes to soak, a shower and facial trim... soon.  Then to set dishes and start a load of dishes and laundry.  Afterward, that final box upstairs, the cot finishing, and at least a start on the storage units upstairs.  If I can find a few unmatched flat sheets, I can create a quick and dirty dust cover for the cage shelving.  The closet is self-contained.  If any or all that proves too much, I might deal with packing, bursting air bubbles, and begin tearing down boxes.  Yea, I'll... get some things done today.  Not likely all of it, if hopefully a decent chunk?

Every time I dig down, I find more.  Not always worse, though sometimes.  It is momentarily disheartening... when I am aware.  I get over it, often just by digging further, or reviewing my other successes.  If, as mentioned, the improvements don't quite look like improvements at every stage.  But I know what work it took, or probably took if I don't remember.

Ah!  SSA called.  I had been... meaning to contact them.  I let them know a phone conference would be fine, but asked for a delay in the hearing... to obtain a lawyer.  He agreed, but I have to put in paperwork he will be sending, and the delay will be at least as long as my request, depending on their available schedules.  Ugh, but it has to be done.

Later.

Almost crashed.

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Some sort of failure occurred.  I... have plans.  Logical, pathed well, reasonable... in spite of being impossible.  And I have been regular... for three or four days.  I suppose I thought... I had more time to be regular.  My eyes, tunnel vision.  My body became even more lethargic, clumsy.  Pins and needles, as if I just overdosed on chocolate, sugar, something rich.  I assure you, I hadn't.

I thought I was going down, hard.  I started resisting by trying to remember my list of tricks.  Even that was a struggle.  A spot of tea, cold first.  Couldn't stand for both, and a bite.  A small salad and a few pieces of cheddar.  Very small, but that works best.  Then sitting, trying not to fail.  After a few hours of procrastinating my ass off, I was able to do hot tea, make then fix.

To be honest, other than knowing I sat for six hours, I don't know what I did.  I didn't sleep.  Anyway, the hot tea helped.  I started coming around by 6:30.  Finally, I hit the dishes.  Then reset them.  Another wash, in an hour or two.  A fast rinse, dry, and set to air dry.  I'll put the other dishes away first.

The outside is 60°, after several hours of a weak sunup.  Cloudy.  All good.  I opened up after dishes, no fan needed.  As well, I took laundry back.  I'd like to do a load shortly, but for strategic reasons, I'll wait until after dishes and a shower.  It will get done.  What else?  Hopefully the last of the empty boxes gathered, and changing the box over upstairs.

I don't plan much else today, and might not get all of that done.  The only extra I hope for, is setting up two small loads of dishes.  Perhaps working on those, and cleaning the kitchen sinks.  If they are two, it's a pair, ask any woman.  Amen.  And, maybe, giving those a first wash.  Oh, a nap may happen.  Later.

Warmer.

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I woke to find it 72° upstairs.  Still cool enough, mostly, with the fan going.  It is 68° downstairs.  I may check the temperature outdoors.  If moderate enough, I may open the windows.  If similar to indoors, I might turn a fan on low.  I can put on a sweater or warmer jacket if too cool.  Below sixty and no deal though.

Asparagus, as mentioned, went to seed fast.  Much of it is up to my waist, high.  The rhubarb is higher.  I need to cut the seed bulbs.  Horseradish is doing splendid as well, both in the ground and pot.  But the jerusalem artichokes seem to have died... not even shoots.  I had heard they were impossible to kill?  Guess not.

Dishes first, so I can shower if needed.  Perhaps collecting the rest of the easy empties, then tearing them down?  Wait.  I want to transfer that full box to a better box.  It's a flat box, needs to go into a rectangular box.  THEN, after collecting the last few empties, then tear them down.

Litter already tended.  A shower after dishes.  Perhaps a single load of laundry.  I did get the storage units (cage box shelving and freestanding closet) upstairs, so perhaps starting in on that.  Or, and, finishing the cot.  Well, and putting ac in.  It isn't quite needed, but when it is, it's double the struggle to install.

It sounds like a lot, too much.  If I am lucky, can hold it together, perhaps this list will be done by Wednesday end  (which means Thursday morning).  Most likely this will be the work for the week, perhaps with a few smaller loads of dishes and a few loads of laundry, plus clearing and cleaning a few nooks, drawers, and/or spaces.

It IS getting better.  But as I dig down, sometimes I find unpleasant surprises.  Now, rather than closing my eyes, going back to sleep... if I might shut it down and back off while I think... I create a gameplan, and get back to it.  I found a drawer, yesterday, that had gotten wet, mildewed badly.  I didn't have enough stomach, or garbage space for all the contents.  I got out what I could, if leaving it open to dry a bit before hitting it sometime later in the week.  Most of the place isn't that bad, just dry clutter.  Either way, one portion at a time.

Now to wake.  Feed the girls first, actually.  Later.

A bit more.

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Dishes were set to a soak.  They will need to be washed twice.  No problem, with space made, and more opening up, plus a strong call to it.  A few more boxes sorted, empties.  I will break those down, after dishes, the next available extended work cycle I can develop.  I've created a mid-level headache.

More was done than that, but groups of small things, just minutes at a task, when I was up for something else.  Can't eat well.  It's all hitting my stomach like rocks.

It was 78°, or thereabouts, outside.  Partly to mostly cloudy.  It stayed 68° until I opened the place up.  Even then it only reached 70°, where it remains.  Fresh air was quite pleasant.  With trash out, litter being well managed, laundry happening, and dishes being done, plus fresh air, life is improving.

Bad headache.  Getting worse. Pain pills and sleep.  Good day and night.

A nice little run.

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The dishes which were ready are done, dried, and stacked to air dry as could be needed, while I figure out the rest.  Before that, work on storage.  A nice chunk of that.  As well, trash is sacked or out, about half of each.  Cat litter was tended and topped off as part of those projects.  New dishes have been set to soak, in the kitchen.  I will be putting those in the bathroom, about two loads, along with a load that had been washed, but then sat for too long.  I prefer just two loads, so as to keep up on drying and putting away.  But this will finish all new, plus catch me up to where I had been prior to those!

I am holding off washing the new cotton whites for the sheets.  Everything else is moving ahead as able.  Sometimes that can't be done until those are finished or moved.  Plans are great, but foresight is limited by the variables and lack of experience in this arena.  I don't let confusion stop me.  Actually, I don't remember working, so that's probably an excellent thing.  I am always confused.

Almost forgot to get the garbage to the curb!  Never can tell when they will be by.  No fault, the world is randomized in a miraculous way.  Right down to a single decision by any of us, on any given day and moment.  You have no idea what you are doing.  One of the most aware suggested that.  It is true, in more ways than that.

I am aware of... resembling that remark.  Are you?

I'd best check something before I crash.  Later, or good night.  I just can't tell.

Mother's Day!

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Already?  I thought it was next Sunday.  My mother called yesterday.  I called her back today.  She has to work for it, but she gets her dues.  She was cheery.  Is back to work, even today actually.  Three days a week.  Feeling better, if it is too cool and dark there as it is here.  She is living with her friend most of the time, unless she works late.  I... think life has dimmed pride?  All good.  Not more than company, but... good for both.

Remember your mother, alive or not.  Wrong, right... difficult, she did her best, and a lot.  She still does, whether here or not, for many?  I suspect so.

Little bits, here and there.  Some storage, more empty boxes, and food all around.  The girls have been crazy hungry, the ducks are barely eating.  I continue to sleep far too much.  But the not-work work continues.  It's as if someone else was doing it, but it's happening while I am awake.  I'm... not quite that unaware.

Up at midnight.  I think?  Started crashing at 10:00, but made it to 13:13.  Fading fast, hard.  Good night.