Still tired.

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Didn't get to sleep earlier, if for good reason.  Did wake early.

I added a few security features.  Nothing can keep out a determined criminal.  Breaking and entering is as easy as breaking glass.  To enter without direct detection, immediately or later, is more easily deterred.  And so it has begun.  Two first parts have been installed, which is why I was up later.

I am not completely satisfied with what has been purchased and installed.  As portions of a system, they add mild security to a partially opened door... making entry both more difficult and loud(er).  And there is some mild addition to the closed door rigidity.  They can be helpful but are not... the end, only the beginning, of security.  Actually keeping anyone out, in an ajar state, not so much.

I have another part to go in soon.  It will add some security when fully shut but nothing  when partially open.  Hmm... though there may be a way to adjust for even that...  A few more components are in the cart, one to add more security when partially open, one to add security when shut.  And a peephole.  Oh, and three inch wood screws into all the frames.  Ever seen door locks hold while the frame falls apart?

That... is just the beginning.  When the free shit brigade finds a honeypot, they hate being denied what they now consider theirs.  My guess is part of why the last owners left is because they couldn't secure their property, even with two people.  They worked on different days, when he was home he often was in his shop.  I... have learned it doesn't matter.

So... the security efforts begin.  There may be retribution.  The ducks, Sam, a fire, another limb "falling".  Yea.  I get it.  No real way out.  Still, it is what it is.  Ugh.  Paranoid much?  Just because you are paranoid, and you should be, doesn't mean they aren't out to get you.  Druggies, general thieves, the free shit brigade, and many others.  Take your pick.

Oh, today?  I... need to go back to bed.  I just can't quite start.  Just sleepy.  I have gotten good at keeping the cave, and myself, cool... for now.  However, when I can wake, the list from yesterday, plus a shower, is the plan.  It's actually fairly cool?  So very strange, after a little acclimation it gets easier.  Not every time, but this time, for now.  Later.

Quite good.

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The shower curtains went up easily.  Dishes were mostly finished.  A few bits are air drying.  Then a luxurious shower.  Long, double and probably triple cleaned, then oiled.  My feet are staying extremely well hydrated.  Either I take care of them or they turn into rocks.  I am surprised they never became infected... for they did crack to bleeding, sometimes for extended periods, toes and heels... I could do nothing.  If I could afford manicures, and if they were available, I would get one a month.  It helps with circulation.  Oh well.

It is down to 72°, from 75° or 76° inside.  It was 58° outside last I looked.  I switched everything over to fan upstairs, and opened extra windows while at it.  As well, downstairs, I opened up a bit more then redirected fans.  I will turn those to low as I go to bed, turn off one of the ac fans, and tighten trim.  Trying to save money, but without cooking.  A tenuous trick.

A very good day.  A bit overheated, a bit of evening air will see to that.  I have to cool off before I can sleep.  Hopefully earlier tonight than yesterday.  If it is well earlier, I may fold some of the laundry up there.  I never did work on the puzzle.  Something almost always slips through the will.

Yes.  A good day.  Perhaps a great one.

Tomorrow?  Cleaning the bathroom, a shower, the last set of dishes, a load of laundry if possible... if there is enough for a load of something, vacuuming the livingroom, and maybe starting in on the kitchen?  Too much, but I like the swagger!  The place is still very rough, but the improvements are profound.  I am, so far, not only able to make serious inroads, but minimally maintain even when I crash... though often continue on, make deeper inroads, if at a much slower pace.

I don't understand.  Save that the voice, the calling... it is more potent than the grave.  It is with me awake and asleep, if honestly, sometimes I wish it weren't.  A minority, selfish, portion of my thoughts.  Like a nightowl child, waken to open presents on Christmas morning.  Torn, but not much?  Something in there.

Good night.

Bumps in the road, but... yea.

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It started with the shower curtain.  I sure swear a lot when mechanically tinkering.  It... must be a guy thing?  Even when doing well, though when failure occurs, rippppp!  Like a sailor.  The first half went up like a top.  The other half not so much.  It requires drywall anchors, which were supplied.  However, they are metal, with no give.  It punched through the drywall without ever giving way.  I tried it at various speeds.  I got it moving a bit first.  Nope!  Queue the cuss words.

Rather than tear the bathroom down around me, I decided to do else, git, take a hike... figuratively.  Upstairs.  Vacuuming.  I had to move this and that, lift blankets hanging off the cot, but all good.  Then for the stairs, carpeted.  What a task that was.  The cord was long enough to reach bottom, but the accessory tube was only good for three of the twenty some steps at a time.  Done, then just a bit at the base... to remind me why.  Incentive, impetus, perhaps some other i-word? to push me to do the rest of the livingroom.

I about fell into my seat, rested for a goodly while.  Then I hit the kitchen dishes.  I did what could be done, washing and setting to dry while hitting what was still a mess then reset that, and dried and put up the finished dishes.  I had to clear dishes from my two main areas... just clean dishes in the way, in order to finish those.  One more batch needs a hot rinse then set to air dry.

I checked to see if the neighbor was out, so might be able to pick up a few drywall anchors, plastic.  It seems so.  If it goes together yet tonight, a shower.  If not a bath.  It has been two and a half days since my last shower... in part due to heat overload, then the delay today, getting the shower curtain rod and curtain up.

The lack of cleanliness is driving me to distraction!  Bleh.  I'm on it.  Wow, not even three days without a shower and I am whining?  I am doing much better even when fallen.  Trust me, that is vastly superior.  He is soon to arrive.  Weeks?  Months?  Time isn't what it seems for either of us.  *blink, blink, blink-blink*

It's just 74° in here, but I am burning.  Sweating profusely as well, more so than usual considering I usually sweat like a pig (they don't) and with low humidity.  Strange.  So... upstairs to chill with the puzzle.  Oh, I ordered a few five hundred piece puzzles.  A thousander, every time, can get a bit dull.  Mix and match.  I may even buy 3d types.  I did purchase a mechanical one.  And, after practice and time, I may order a huge one?

I ordered bits for a duckling setup.  Then will begin seeking ducklings.  Not everything, but a beginning to a starter set.  And my mother called.  I really worry about cancer, when an intractable pain presents... anywhere.  For her, not me.  I must suffer, I don't get to die?  I think only one of my uncles and aunts who have died didn't die of or with cancer.  Though they are living long, and she was second from the last.

They believe they found the problem.  A torn... ligament?  Deep in.  It might be difficult to treat, but knowing offers some relief.  She tried to pick asparagus, thought she could just go down into the ditch and get it.  Uhrm, an Iowa thing?  The girl has spirit, and spit.  I do worry.  I wish I lived closer, I'd love to go picking for her.  She may be on the antifa side of things, if I'd like to believe ignorantly.  We have had political issues since I was quite young.  I was her anti-antifa... initially a different form of the left, then the right, now staying out of all of it, for all practical purposes.  Anyway...

Later.

Today?

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Again, today?  I believe so.

Several days of managing heat and recouping lost and dysfunctional sleep has prepared me for getting back to work.  At 13:20 it is 80° outside, 70° upstairs, and 72° downstairs.  The ducks and girls have been tended.  And I have begun plotting my day.  Oh, and strange dreams...

The first task will be refreshing dishes.  The ones in the bathroom are ready, just needing a hot refresh so as to dry more easily.  The ones in the kitchen still need a first wash, so that wash, then a complete refresh... to then be washed again after a shower.  Of course, before a shower, the shower curtain bar has to go up.  So there is that.

After, perhaps between those as well, a rest.  After?  Putting the last of the dishes in, perhaps the last full load of laundry, then upstairs to vacuum and then fold and put up laundry.  If there is anything else possible, assuming I clear to that point, the idea of finishing cleaning the bathroom is nagging my mind.

If I can clear that list, I could begin finishing the kitchen tomorrow!  It has lingered well from as far as I got last time.  This time I will completely clear down to the table and set that back up, but also begin going through pots, pans, and small and large utensils.  Storing portions of each, tossing some.  Some with the intention of giving away or throwing away, in time.  Some stored as replacement for any stolen or broken items.

Yes, I am seeing it.  The work that has been done, the short term work proposed, and the work that will be done.  Overall an half done?  A third?  A quarter complete?  To a degree it depends how you balance work.  By volume, by time, by processes rendered?  Perhaps other ways, such as mass over distance.  Actually the heaviest item, at nearly three hundred pounds, that perpetually needs moved, is my body.  :p

I'll try to get to dreams later.  Or not.

Not today.

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Destabilized by the heat, then a return to normal temperatures, I couldn't get to work.  My thermometer read 84° to 86° outside.  At ~21:30, it is just at 74.5° indoors and 70° upstairs.  Outside, it is 65°.  I am cold, too cold.  Quite strange.  Perhaps a really good long night sleep will help.

A few things were done.  Meal dishes were gathered and set to a soak or a fresh soak.  A tape measure went up the last time I went up, and the closet was measured so as to install a hanger bar.  Then it was taken downstairs, to the bathroom, so as to figure the height for hanging the shower curtain.

Feeding, watering, and caring for the critters was all else I could do.  It is nearing bedtime.

I called the Canadian company.  No one there.  I left a message.  I checked email shortly after.  Whether from the call, or I had missed it before, an email was in.  It had a Internet path to pay for the device, which I did.  Hopefully I will know tomorrow whether this worked.  I could have just walked away, then bought from a US company. As I see it, a deal is a deal.

I did call my mother.  She is suffering.  She recently had an mri.  Hip and leg pain, beyond her ability to tolerate.  She has been layed up since we last spoke.  I wish there was something I could do.  I can pray for her, and check in on her.  She will get the mri results tomorrow, if I question modern medical.  I'm not sure if they decide who should receive treatment or if they don't know a real diagnosis from a false one.  Do they care, at all?

Almost bedtime.  Good night.

Sleep, lots of it.

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No choice.  I was exhausted beyond reason.  Trying to stay up, downstair, at 76°, for several days, ruined me.  I'm a mess, and will be until I recover, rest, and begin to acclimate.  Far too hot far too quickly.  From 8:30, I think, I slept until 14:30.  I woke several times.  Just... still feeling too warm, and a call?

The call I heard, maybe others, was from my bank.  The company I ordered from was Canadian.  And?  Well, my bank doesn't do Canada, or any foreign, natively.  Must be one of the (new?) national security laws.  They will, upon request, open up transfers to a foreign company for a short time.  Ugh.

This means I will have to fuss about in an attempt to get them to attempt the transaction again.  To bad they don't do this with Chinese goods carte blanche.  I will never buy Canadian again.  Not worth a few dollars savings, if that was even it.  I think I simply recognized the company name, so trusted from the praise of others.  Unfortunately, some companies I might work with in the US will pass off fake items.

It remained 68° up there, throughout.  I had been curious about rigging... open curtains for better cold air flow, or close the curtains on the air conditioners.  As it turns, closing the curtains keeps it cooler.  However?  It was far cooler today, and I was sleeping in a different place, plus many other possible factors.  I will do several more trials.  To be scientific, I need to check same temperature ranges, with same humidity, atmospheric pressure, while tending other variables, over similar periods of time.

Science isn't so much a tricky widget as an impossible one.  Thus the lab.  While a lab setting allows a more equal set of parameters, it also excludes known and unknown variables.  Which is why everything from application lab work to computer modelling absolutely fail.  Thus engineering.  I sometimes think they do, or don't, include the butterfly effects.  Only some actually should be included.  Picking the right three from trillions to the e is... well.  At least they have neat toys and stupid stories.  Might as well go Zen.  It has more truth than they can conjure.  All they have is faith.  I'll bet they don't remember that Einstein and Darwin died disbelieving their own works.

It was just 72° downstairs, and about 84° outside.  It is alread 73° and small change an half hour after waking.   Bleh.

Hmm?  Today?  Up with the shower curtain, a shower, out with the trash, and a stab at cleaning the bathroom?  Yeah.  If I get too hot, a trip upstairs to fold clothes.  If that doesn't cool me enough, then time on the puzzle.  A bit on that each day is getting it done.  Oh, I'd like to finish meal dishes.  They have stacked up a bit, but not terribly quite yet.

A bit of work, between cooling and napping as needed.  When those tasks are completed, a new list.  Later.

Can't sleep!

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I didn't crash until halfish after three.  I probably could have, perhaps as early as two, but I was absolutely drinking in the cool of the night.  My main downstairs thermometer read 73.9°.  With fans going and everything open, I was blissfully freezing.  It was so cool outside that I changed the ac's to fan mode and opened a few windows.  It was down to 68° when I closed shop this morning, 70° upstairs before I switched rigging.

I woke around six, the first time, to check things, and attempt escaping sleep.  I switched one ac to cooling, one off, and closed the windows upstairs.  Downstairs I opened up a bit more.  Then had to go back to bed.  I simply could not keep my eyes open.

The sun, he's a tyrant!  I so wanted to continue sleeping.  Around, under, even some heat through, the window and curtains.  More so with fluttering from the necessary fan placement.  Both the warming and the light caused me to flee bed.  I closed up the downstairs and am almost awake enough to think.

Oh, right... the cot!  It is in a shaded part of the upstairs.  And with the ac on, and how I can place the fan, it might work for more sleep.  I keep the beds made, putting a featherlight blanket on top of all else for day naps or sleeping.  Good for naps, but if I need more, my body shifts so that I become cold, so that I end up crawling deeper under the other blankets.

Still so tired that my eyes, even body, hurt.  And it is starting to heat up down here, partly from me and this machine.  Yes.  Back to bed.  Later.

Too hot too quickly.

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The last duckling died.  Simply too much.  I buried the pair together.

If I can find ducklings... perhaps before looking I will build a small cage, suitable for nesting as well.  Actually I will get on that soon.  Find a plan I can use, hopefully whole cloth, or alter a near-beer plan.  It has to be warm enough at night and cool enough during the day.  I'm not sure that is possible currently.  With spikes nearly to, possibly over, 100.  I don't known how hot it was earlier.  It did cloud over and drop to the low eighties... in the shade.  My guess is that it cracked 90° and change.

I was beginning to come undone in here at 75°.  It remains that warm.  However, I went upstairs and back to sleep.  It was 70°, but cooled off to 67° by the time I woke.  Clouds help.  However, with 70° being the coolest I have seen it in a week or two, I had to really work at waking then rising.  Odd how a few degrees will get you... me anyway.

Sam received kibbles.  It looks like Sassy is really eating the heck out of those.  I'll have to buy a lot more of that type of food.  Why not in the winter?  They are tripling eating that food?  And with Sam outside?  Hmm, being "borrowed"?  I'll... figure things out shortly.  I don't know how Sam can handle that heat.  As mentioned, I wondered if it wasn't to escape Sassy, but then remembered she was always that way.  And summers around here are always... mostly... brutal.

Weather seems to be normalizing.  I am guessing China is back to, or near, full production.  This weather was a sign.  Not that I am absolutely certain, just that it fits my considerations.

I am going back upstairs.  Either to cool off while working on the puzzle or napping again.  I can handle 75° for a long while.  But if I heat up doing even a few things I need to chill, literally.  It's just too hot, and it got that hot very quickly.  No time to acclimate. Even eighty was a hit, but the 90's are murder.  Later.

It got to 96°.

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Yes.  Hot.

Too hot.

It is 76° in here, haven't checked upstairs since starting the ac.  Ugh.

I needed food.  Was moving slow.  Couldn't think clearly.

Should have napped.  It is as it is.  Did eat.

I'll grab the laundry, take it up.  But probably work the puzzle or nap.

It's just too hot to do much.  Later, or good night.

Too warm.

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It has become partly to mostly cloudy.  But the temperature has only dropped a few degrees outside.  It is sticking to 75° inside, up and downstairs.  I turned an ac on upstairs, and will go for a nap shortly.  It is just too warm, for me, to do much.  Perhaps after a nap, and after cooling a bit.

I did arrange a few things.  And I will take laundry up, perhaps to be folded after the nap.  I have visited Sam, who is very much enjoying summer.  Of course, all critters have been fed and watered.  I put out fresh water for Sam with her as she goes, plus freshen it once or twice a day, when visiting.  She is a happy girl.

Oh, the duckling I thought lost?  Back in the pen.  Strange.

This month, beside various sorts of puzzles last month, I finally ordered a raspberry pi zero and the 4b, 4gb, device.  Just a few days ago, I read that the 8gb (same otherwise) raspberry pi came out!  Gah!!!!!!!!!!!!  I went looking for it, couldn't find it.  I was thinking it was a joke after two or three y.t. vids led me on an empty chase.

Today, a fresh vid.  This time..?  Being played, like Charlie Brown?  I decided to try one more time.  But rather than using my usual sources, I checked for links below the video.  JACKPOT!  He was a Brit, or some sort who mangles English.  But the site had a place for those of us who managed to manage that tongue and teach it to those who can learn, went right to the good English site.

Yea, I ordered it.  I was planning on another, possibly two, but not so soon.  I will probably order a few more, four of the new, over the next four to six months.  To tinker with the practical and maybe some theory.  The little one is for a Pi Hole... an whole-network add blocker.  The now "old" 4gb will probably become a server, perhaps doubling as an entertainment controller.  The new one will become a near pc replacement, programming and linux training system, and office tool for spreadsheet, word processing, printing and posting those last, and old games console if there is room.

Ugh.  A bit of cold tea, then a nap.  Why can't we sip while we sleep!?!  :p  Later.

Awake, mostly.

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I haven't actually looked out yet, but it seems dark, if warm?  I woke a few hours ago, shut windows downstairs, closed the door to the upstairs... the cats don't go up, preferring it warmer?  It is 73° downstairs, 70° upstairs... last I looked.  Just a fan upstairs, but downstairs too.

No promises that I can stay awake.  So tired.  It doesn't matter how much sleep I get, I keep waking up absolutely exhausted.  So tired I could die, but all the time for sleep I could use and it doesn't matter.  It's like dying of thirst... in a desert that would make sense, or even adrift on a massive salt water body of water without access to land... but at a plentiful spring?  I am not sure what to do.  Oh, right... medicine.

Today?  Pretty much the list from yesterday.  I reset the rinse on the dishes and set the timer to feed critters and do those dishes.  Then to put up the shower curtain rod and the curtains themselves.  While I am doing that, I'll give all clothes a tumble before taking them up to be folded, perhaps putting in another load... if there are enough?  If there aren't enough clothes or such, I could start in on jackets and coats... storing winter gear until fall.

A shower, and watering plants, then?  Oh... folding or otherwise stowing clothes and towels, a bit of straightening, and vacuuming upstairs and the steps, maybe the livingroom too.  Yes, the plan.  And more.  If I can put all of the final load of dishes in, perhaps I could get the bathroom sorted?  Possibly.  A lot of work for a guy who can't quite wake up.  Later.

Not as much as proposed.

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Not in, with the outside work, or the combined efforts.  A light day.  If, given the givens, not bad.  A load of laundry through.  Some cleanup and picking up upstairs.  A nearly last load of dishes finished.  Some work on tree and weed trimming, with some help.  And... a sad search for the ducklings.  One was never found.  One was found, dead.  They got out from under the gate.

I may see about ordering some ducklings, after building a minor enclosure for them.  Ugh.

It got to above 80°, 85°?  Higher?  The heat took me down.  I had to turn the ac on and nap just a bit.  I'm nursing a headache from it.  However, after cooling to just 70° upstairs for an hour, I was able to handle 75° downstairs.  I hadn't shut the windows in time to hold the cool in.  I'm going to have to work on that.

I have since made supper and taken down the old shower curtain bar.  Another helper bought one for me today.  I'll get the new one up tomorrow.  Supper was chicken thighs baked in what remained of a spicey beef spaghetti sauce, along with potato.  I've been dying to try the raw sour cream.  It was all superior, but the farm fresh, literally, sour cream was... that touch above superior that... gets me.  I've had it before, without knowing why it was special... what it was.  It's a secret culinary weapon!  I dined as few kings have.

Not much, and I crashed.  But I got back to it and will go a bit longer.  I will hit it again tomorrow, napping in the cool if necessary.  The goal is folding laundry and finishing the dishes set.  Putting up the new shower curtain rod, then showering.  Vacuuming upstairs and the steps.  And probably setting up the last of the dishes.  All while doing things in small portions, to avoid overheating, if possible.

The rest of the weekend is trying to clean the bathroom and getting trash together and out.  Well, plus staying cool.  It went from a bit too cool to wake and work to ~85° in two days?  I think so.  So be it.  I'll... keep at things.  His approach is... He is on His way.  I... must be ready.  I've got a few things yet to do.  But to bed before two, it is hoped.  Good night.

Oh... I grabbed a pan out of the oven tonight.  But it was only 350°.  Didn't burn, turn red, or even sting... this time.  Thankfully it was only 350°.  Weird how usually not, but I still have the mark from melted skin... hmm, actually, that was 350° too.  What a gas.  Oh, but that was ultra heavy chromed reflective steel, this was a more typical stainless handle.  A man... critter... should know his limits.

Not much.

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Some work yesterday.  As written, though, not much.  Meal dishes were finished, most through to being put up. A couple of small loads of dishes were set up.  One load was put through the wash and dryer.  Dinner for all, plus an extra meal for critters, and general care.  That was it.  But it was something, and the best work day so far this week.

I am checking my feet daily.  They are better than ever before.  They feel... alive.  They used to hurt other skin, abrading with a mere rub.  Truly brutal heels.  There is still some roughness, though so much less it doesn't damage, or even hurt, to rub or scratch with them.  Truly, almost human.  The balm has even allowed for the removal of the razor-like cuticles.  Every other to third bedtime, I balm them and cover with fresh cotton socks... did it daily for a week or two.

It is starting to warm up out there, and in here.  It is only getting down to 70° now.  Soon I will need ac going upstairs, just for breaks during the day, and perhaps for getting to sleep at night.  Hopefully just running one, and just a few hours at a time... for a while.  Many don't like the noise, but it drowns out all other noise, a noise mask.  If life serves lemons, make lemonade.  If you can't tolerate it, sell or trade it.  Life, among everything else, is a business opportunity you can't win, but you don't have to lose everything, all the time.  Play well the hand you were dealt.

I would use my income as seed for more, but that takes attention I cannot provide.  It would simply be stolen... or lost.  A risk I can't take.  If, too, through high inflation and low interest, savings itself is a tax few can afford.  Funny how that works.  It is choosing what will provide utility or value tomorrow, and some today, that is tricky to sort.

Today?  A shower.  A few locks and bars, dishes, some lawn work, and folding laundry.  If there is a small load of laundry, perhaps that.  As well, I think I should be able to set up the last small load of the backlogged dishes!  Then, today yet or tomorrow, I can scramble on getting the bathroom swept, scrubbed, and mopped.

If so, little bits over the weekend in prep to attack the kitchen next week.  Like, vacuuming upstairs one last time, getting the stairs, then hitting what is available in the livingroom... finishing dishes and getting everything put up, and sorting which pots and pans to store... as well as finishing laundry.  As well, getting as much trash out from new and dated sources.  Oh, and cobwebs!  Those stupid things sure get out of hand fast!  Trim jobs that will really add shine and sparkle when completed, but which aren't... fundamentals... just daily-ish or quarterly chores which sometimes get out of hand, or naturally stack up.

Work, IF I can stay awake.  It seems it is either too hot to work or it is too cool to stay awake.  Not an actual complaint, just a special challenge for the old and infirm.  Lunch!  And a coffee.  That should help.  Later.

Boom!?!

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We will see.  As it stands, as a flimsy EO, it is nothing more than a taunt.  However, if legislation follows a court win... it will still be kid's gloves... until or unless it becomes enforceable, then is actually enforced.  The crashing and burning of even one of the monopolies... twitter would be my preference... would be a first battle win on the side of a freer America.  Everything else is just staging.  Whether shuffling chairs on the deck of the splendid enlightened age of science Titanic, which is leading to islam, or an honest return of the hope of honorable naked man and woman, only time will tell.

Go away... do right... or he shall taunt you a second time?  Now... the French lost control over England.  However, the British never really reclaimed it, even when the prince married some gross peasant... Prince's Bride, but without a dread pirate Roberts?  Princess Di, now princess Dead.  Anyway.  No, now they are ruled by Germans.  Still...

I suspect the first thing to happen is for Silicon Valley to clamp down on conservatives, with China's blessing.  Perhaps president Trump will have his posts further editorialized, redacted, or he may be banned from twitter.  My blog, beside being trashed through flying monkey grammar and spelling attacks may be banned, and even Christians and republicans, rhino or churchian as they may be, may be outright purged.  He isn't always right, but they do tend to double down.

Expect public sector union assistance going to these forms of harassment, more than even already happening.  I wouldn't be surprised to see antifa becoming the sum of the bureaucracy in many bigger and college based communities.  This is war.  Blood will be spilled.  There isn't another way.  Still, I am not sure the political right is doing more than clowning around.  Time will tell.

Still alive.

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It has been cool and dark.  Summer is showing signs of life.  Though, too, I have been pushing.  It seems I ran out of energy this week.  Still, there is hope of getting back to work.  Fewer projects, slower, but...  I have been keeping up on critters.  And self, mostly.  It is just anything beyond feed, water, and general light maintenance that has suffered.  And I am at least keeping dishes... managed.  Soaking, and changing water occasionally.

Today?  Those dishes finished, a fresh load in, a load of laundry all the way to folded or hung and put up, a few items upstairs, including a drying plus a hanging rack.  They really don't fit in the laundry area, but would do nicely upstairs.  I may be able to hang my shirts rightly, and with all the room upstairs, drying clothes... like woollens, is much easier.  The airdrier would easily fit under the cot or in the real closet when accordian folded after use.

I have opened and started a 1000 piece puzzle up there, on the table.  I hit that a bit each day.  It isn't a race, more a little aside project.  I purchased an undermat, so that should I need or want the table for other things, it would easily be cleared.  Yes, it's the little things.  But as I clear space, I cherish having that space, and seek means of regaining space cleanly, efficiently, swiftly... deftly.  I surely like Ly.  ;p

I best get to feeding and tending critters.  Perhaps a bite.  I pulled meat last night.  Some is thawed, if I won't cook until tonight.  I don't dare heat the cave up with it being too hot outside.  Hmm, best get charcoal and lighter fluid.  Carcinogenic?  So is the sun, and... pretty much everything except water and air, assuming they aren't contaminated... which... would be a bad assumption.

What you may, or may not, find funny?  Remember the superfund cleanups, initiated by places like... Love Canal and other toxic sites?  There were no death, or even illness spikes.  Fiction.  I still wonder if some big company simply wanted... or the government... those lands for some purpose.  Perhaps to bankrupt companies in board enrichment schemes, create tax write-offs, or simply to see how easy it is to flaunt power, create false flags, manipulate the media...  Though it may have been simple anarchist activities with anarchy in mind, or lawfare (like warfare, only abusing the courts).

What ever happened with those superfund sites?  Were they ever actually cleaned up, or did all those dollars simply get eaten by cronies and unions.  You hear as much about them as the tears in the atmosphere.  Boogie monsters everyone now realizes were frauds of some sort, but the media hold nostalgicly, if distantly, as their lies and propaganda don't age well... they have moved on to new, worse, lies.

Hmm... anyway.  Critters, a salad, and a bit of work.  Then to the puzzle.

Some.

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The ducks and cats tended, dishes hit, coffee made and tested... quite nice... exceptional for coffee frozen for two to three years.  I had two cups, quite nice.  I have missed it.  No freshly hatched ducks, oddly.  Not sure why.  But the two are growing like a storm.  And seem to be eating quite well.  As messy as the adults, but definitely cuter now that they don't look like freaks of nature.

Sam wanted out.  I feed her out there, and give her fresh water.  Sassy has been enjoying her indoor freedom.  Sam can be a real ass, if Sassy goes looking for it.  Stupid girls, cats.  I was gearing up to clipping Sam's claws.  I think I'll wait, see if separation helps... enough.  Always something.

I don't want Sam outside without claws.  After last year, I thought she was done with the outdoors.  Now I wonder if some threat, a vicious dog or nasty wild critter, was keeping her in.  She is back to being a summer gal.  I visit several times a day, for from a few moments to even ten to fifteen minutes.  But, if she keeps tearing into Sassy, off they will go.  Both of them snore now.  Way too funny.

I'll get upstairs shortly.  I'm tired, it is dark, not even stout coffee helped.  I'll do what I can.  Sorting, while putting together fresh clothing for after a shower and shave.  It's cool, too. In the 70's out there, but it's chilly in here.  I may vacuum, at least up there, and maybe the steps.  Bleh.

Oh!  I should roast the whole chicken I thawed!  That really sounds good!  The oblation will keep me going.  Not exactly an oblation, but God seems to enjoy the scent of meats more surely than veggies.  Just ask Cain.  I wonder if he is still a vegetarian.  Truth is, I know.  And, no, he isn't.  ;p

Yeah, chicken going, sorting storing and vacuuming upstairs and the steps, a shower and shave, one last tending of critters, including my dinner of which the girls will want their portions, then bedtime as early as possible?  It's a plan.  Later, or good night.

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.