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I thought it around 2:00 when I crashed back to bed. So very tired, feeling bad in about every way, and cold! So very cold. I slept until almost 5:00. It was the cold that woke me, as if meanly pinching my toes. Oh they hurt, feet and legs too, but not like the pain in the toes.
I checked, but they were well under the blankets. I tried all the feet and leg warming tricks. I might as well have been rubbing two logs or stones together, or massaging frozen small sausages. Nothing doing. I realized I was awake, and in good condition otherwise, so decided to wake and get a start on the day. Or so it was, is, hoped. By the time shorts were put on and pockets stowed with general ed carry items, my feet and legs were warm.
The thermometers upstairs read 63°/64° at floor and thigh levels. Downstairs it read 69° or 70°, but has been dropping, against protocol, to 68.0°! Well, it is just before dawn, sometimes it does drop. I had to check, it seemed so dark, but yes. The second floor gets it far earlier than down here. Oh, and it is 42° out there. Very good sleeping weather, if your feet don't feel like they are becoming frostbitten.
A trim, then shower. If I can still stand, I'll get dishes going everywhere. Perhaps set laundry to wash. Ducks and the girls next. Then breakfast? I may do breakfast as I wake... the first two hours of most wake periods, if that can be shortened to a shower, dressing, and going, or end up a four to ten hour slog to nothing but another sleep cycle. Trying for two hours today.
If those things go as planned, perhaps cleaning the bathroom will take place. If so the week won't be a total loss. If so, tomorrow I will clean the oven. It is pretty rough. Cleaning it will really help roasts add to the caves scents. It does, a bit now, just offset by old oven smells. Then I'll do a pork roast for next week. The way I use the oven will help keep it clean longer. Tech needs respect and tending. I'll finishoff the beef roast from last week today. It was better this time, if it still seems meat quality has crashed, and for years... not a recent thing.
Almost out of frozen meat. A few more packs. One more? I really need to get to the store. I can bypass the hardware store, in part. Not so much the grocery store. Though, if out, perhaps checking my list and comparing prices at the hardware store would be good. As long as it isn't as packed as walmart on Sundays or loot days.
Yea, plans. Now to wake and eat a bite. Chia seed steeped in hot tea, with pumpkin seeds and cream. It isn't all that tasty, but it fills and isn't horrible. Boring. Later.
Thursday, June 11, 2020
Wednesday, June 10, 2020
An awful day.
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Still cool, if gladly. I am burning from the inside. It was 64° when I woke, upstairs. I had the furnace set to keep it 66° downstairs, so that is probably about where it was. Even after being up and at it for an hour and probably two, it is only just about to hit 70°. Then again, I found the oven still on this morning. I was sure it had been off? Actually, given that, I am not sure if the temperature is rising or falling.
I do know I cold adapt much quicker. Actually? DONE! I am spoiled on the cold. Summer weather acclimation is toast. When the heat returns, it will be absolute agony. Oh well. I still have things to do. I'll... I'll figure it out. So very much more to do. Dark dreams of late. I got glimpses of what was coming, and what else is possibly to arrive. It isn't... never mind. Not for you. Not even for me.
Why does everyone look upon the misfortunes of others so intently that they fail to notice their own horrors walking right to them? Yea. Don't see the cobra for someone else's accident? Never mind.
The mortgage was paid. I have to wait for them to call me. Trying to call them before even this late in the month... usually not being able to reach them until the 16th or later... the call almost always fails. I kept missing them this month, as the sleep cycle is spinning out of control and they call every second to fifth day. Fishing for late fees, statistics which offer them morz .gov money, or some other reason(s)? I've applied for automation, several times. And the amount changes. It was in the mid $6 bills... this time. It is supposed to be static, but can alter by as much as two bills more. It was mid $7 bills the four months ago, for several months, and mid $8 billsbefore that, for a while, on top of losing debt ground, somehow.
Something is terribly wrong with mortgage financing, insurance, taxes, escrow, and the rest. Parasites. Having a home, even as insecure as it is, is worth the hassle. Just don't go into it thinking contracts mean anything. And a handshake is usually meant as an insult, as are voiced gratitudes and platitudes. You don't have friends or even friendly associates, just a bunch of people trying to eat your lunch, looking to fleece at every opportunity. Sometimes one will do a larger or smaller boon, but only if it still pays. And boons might cost in some other way.
The microgreens have been reset. It's so cold, even with reasonable sunshine today, that sprouting is quite limited. I have one batch completed and in the fridge, one batch I have stopped keeping under water, and a batch started just yesterday. I have had the finished stuff several ways. But a favored way is as a two-finger pinch snack as I go through the kitchen, a few times a day.
I may have to go on back to bed. I saw my shadow? That or... everything hurts while I am burning on the inside and freezing on the outside? Sometimes I wonder if I am in purgatory. Sometimes I wonder if I am further astray. Right, wrong? Either way, if you are reading this? You are with me. *grin* Later.
"The hell he says!" *wink* I would you if I were duck.
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Still cool, if gladly. I am burning from the inside. It was 64° when I woke, upstairs. I had the furnace set to keep it 66° downstairs, so that is probably about where it was. Even after being up and at it for an hour and probably two, it is only just about to hit 70°. Then again, I found the oven still on this morning. I was sure it had been off? Actually, given that, I am not sure if the temperature is rising or falling.
I do know I cold adapt much quicker. Actually? DONE! I am spoiled on the cold. Summer weather acclimation is toast. When the heat returns, it will be absolute agony. Oh well. I still have things to do. I'll... I'll figure it out. So very much more to do. Dark dreams of late. I got glimpses of what was coming, and what else is possibly to arrive. It isn't... never mind. Not for you. Not even for me.
Why does everyone look upon the misfortunes of others so intently that they fail to notice their own horrors walking right to them? Yea. Don't see the cobra for someone else's accident? Never mind.
The mortgage was paid. I have to wait for them to call me. Trying to call them before even this late in the month... usually not being able to reach them until the 16th or later... the call almost always fails. I kept missing them this month, as the sleep cycle is spinning out of control and they call every second to fifth day. Fishing for late fees, statistics which offer them morz .gov money, or some other reason(s)? I've applied for automation, several times. And the amount changes. It was in the mid $6 bills... this time. It is supposed to be static, but can alter by as much as two bills more. It was mid $7 bills the four months ago, for several months, and mid $8 billsbefore that, for a while, on top of losing debt ground, somehow.
Something is terribly wrong with mortgage financing, insurance, taxes, escrow, and the rest. Parasites. Having a home, even as insecure as it is, is worth the hassle. Just don't go into it thinking contracts mean anything. And a handshake is usually meant as an insult, as are voiced gratitudes and platitudes. You don't have friends or even friendly associates, just a bunch of people trying to eat your lunch, looking to fleece at every opportunity. Sometimes one will do a larger or smaller boon, but only if it still pays. And boons might cost in some other way.
The microgreens have been reset. It's so cold, even with reasonable sunshine today, that sprouting is quite limited. I have one batch completed and in the fridge, one batch I have stopped keeping under water, and a batch started just yesterday. I have had the finished stuff several ways. But a favored way is as a two-finger pinch snack as I go through the kitchen, a few times a day.
I may have to go on back to bed. I saw my shadow? That or... everything hurts while I am burning on the inside and freezing on the outside? Sometimes I wonder if I am in purgatory. Sometimes I wonder if I am further astray. Right, wrong? Either way, if you are reading this? You are with me. *grin* Later.
"The hell he says!" *wink* I would you if I were duck.
Tuesday, June 9, 2020
Sleep, lots of it.
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I can't be sure what the temperature has been doing outside. I have heard some, I believe in the valley... though perhaps even here... have received snow. Anyway. The house? It will go to 66°, when I sleep. If that is when the furnace will kick in. Upstairs it runs from 58° to 64°. I do run a fan, just a floor unit. I have ordered a watt monitor to see which devices are more efficient. I'd like to cool the place as much, or more, with mind and possibly elbow grease... or more... than with dollars.
It was 8:30 when I went down. I received a call at 16:30 but went back to sleep. I woke at 19:30. Cat litter, a few packages to bring in, and sprouts to bring in and tend. While microgreens are relatively cheap and easy, they do have requirements. I probably overdo it, but I change water (before they sprout) or flush water through then let them drain, four times a day. Usually.
I have started trying to avoid waste. I start with the soaking seeds. I pour off the old water into the fresh sprouted microgreens. Then add just a bit more fresh water, which is ued as a rinse. That also goes in with the sprouted microgreens. Then I add more water. The unsprouted seeds stay in water until they begin sprouting in significant portions.
Afterward, I rinse the sprouts well, then drain that liquid into a cup. Drinking that as a cold tea. Great? Some swear by the swill. Me? Bleh. But! It gives me something else to drink, that is as good as water, and means I don't waste my r.o. water. It ends up about three to four American coffee cups of greened water a day. Being an engineer means efficiency. While I never made it professionally, it is what my nature is. So... down the hatch.
I placed my last orders for the month. A few more security items, though mostly a few sealing items. Felt door trimming, window plastic seals, flap draft stoppers, and such. If I need more, or different, I have enough money to buy a bit more. Oh, I found pickled pork hocks from a while back. I gave them a try. Nothing but mush. Two for two pickling failures. Eggs last, as an edible product, for two or three months... max... refrigerated. Pork hocks? Not years, even in a moderate always cool basement. Technically both are probable food grade for a decade or more. But the texture, even for me, is impossible.
A shower shortly. Already had a few slices of beef. Dishes next, setting up the last of the old, in the tub, and the ongoing dishes, in the kitchen sink, then beginning the linen laundering, and bagging all the trash cans. If more can be done, starting on the bathroom and vacuuming the open parts of the livingroom would be good. Today or tomorrow, almost certainly. Unless it rockets into the 90°s, or drops below freezing? Bleh. I am starting to believe China has crashed again. Even at gunpoint, the sickly and dying, caged at work, simply won't produce. My guess is the reason they haven't invaded Hong Kong with .mil, is because their troops are turning to dust too. It's bad over there.
I'd like to begin setting up the raspberry pi's tomorrow, as well. Initially just creating little computers. Later, perhaps, after the 8gb arrives, then begin creating specific system processors with the lesser ones and creating a desktop stand-in, as possible, with the 8gb. I'm not sure if putting four 8gb boards together could be turned into a more powerful single unit, or if it just becomes a theory toy. Investigating, but nothing informative singularly so far. Later.
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I can't be sure what the temperature has been doing outside. I have heard some, I believe in the valley... though perhaps even here... have received snow. Anyway. The house? It will go to 66°, when I sleep. If that is when the furnace will kick in. Upstairs it runs from 58° to 64°. I do run a fan, just a floor unit. I have ordered a watt monitor to see which devices are more efficient. I'd like to cool the place as much, or more, with mind and possibly elbow grease... or more... than with dollars.
It was 8:30 when I went down. I received a call at 16:30 but went back to sleep. I woke at 19:30. Cat litter, a few packages to bring in, and sprouts to bring in and tend. While microgreens are relatively cheap and easy, they do have requirements. I probably overdo it, but I change water (before they sprout) or flush water through then let them drain, four times a day. Usually.
I have started trying to avoid waste. I start with the soaking seeds. I pour off the old water into the fresh sprouted microgreens. Then add just a bit more fresh water, which is ued as a rinse. That also goes in with the sprouted microgreens. Then I add more water. The unsprouted seeds stay in water until they begin sprouting in significant portions.
Afterward, I rinse the sprouts well, then drain that liquid into a cup. Drinking that as a cold tea. Great? Some swear by the swill. Me? Bleh. But! It gives me something else to drink, that is as good as water, and means I don't waste my r.o. water. It ends up about three to four American coffee cups of greened water a day. Being an engineer means efficiency. While I never made it professionally, it is what my nature is. So... down the hatch.
I placed my last orders for the month. A few more security items, though mostly a few sealing items. Felt door trimming, window plastic seals, flap draft stoppers, and such. If I need more, or different, I have enough money to buy a bit more. Oh, I found pickled pork hocks from a while back. I gave them a try. Nothing but mush. Two for two pickling failures. Eggs last, as an edible product, for two or three months... max... refrigerated. Pork hocks? Not years, even in a moderate always cool basement. Technically both are probable food grade for a decade or more. But the texture, even for me, is impossible.
A shower shortly. Already had a few slices of beef. Dishes next, setting up the last of the old, in the tub, and the ongoing dishes, in the kitchen sink, then beginning the linen laundering, and bagging all the trash cans. If more can be done, starting on the bathroom and vacuuming the open parts of the livingroom would be good. Today or tomorrow, almost certainly. Unless it rockets into the 90°s, or drops below freezing? Bleh. I am starting to believe China has crashed again. Even at gunpoint, the sickly and dying, caged at work, simply won't produce. My guess is the reason they haven't invaded Hong Kong with .mil, is because their troops are turning to dust too. It's bad over there.
I'd like to begin setting up the raspberry pi's tomorrow, as well. Initially just creating little computers. Later, perhaps, after the 8gb arrives, then begin creating specific system processors with the lesser ones and creating a desktop stand-in, as possible, with the 8gb. I'm not sure if putting four 8gb boards together could be turned into a more powerful single unit, or if it just becomes a theory toy. Investigating, but nothing informative singularly so far. Later.
Everything is a bit off.
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I think bedtime ran to 15:30. An extreme jump from getting to bed at around 7:30 for the last week, or so. It was cool enough. I don't think I saw it above 58°, outside. It might have dipped or risen a bit, and I saw it 48° but can't remember when. Later, though, perhaps at noon, when pulling barrels back.
The ducks where allowed out. This time they enjoyed the pool. No sun. I think they became bored? They just stood out there, like decoys. I let them back in, to their great joy. They really do enjoy sunny days more. It has been days since the last sunny day. Not grumbling, just noting. We have had spots of sunshine, not whole days.
I did finish folding the laundry which had been done. Shirts need hung. I also found more... sheets washed long ago. I wasn't certain if they were still good or not. As I was sorting to see what all was in the basket, small dust plumes let me know a wash was required. Tonight. I'll get that and any bits which might fit else. It will probably take two loads.
I haven't been able to do much standard extra chores... like cleaning. But I have been keeping up on critters, feed, drink, litter, and showers. Another shower shortly. And back to bed? Hmm... back to bed, a shower later. Too tired. Keeping up on dishe as well, if I haven't started in on the last bit of the old dishes. After my next shower. And, at 7:30, or so. Can't escape some things.
Some sun today? I'll put the sprouts in a window, in case. Even an hour does them a lot of good. It got cool enough that I had to turn the furnace on. Just to 68°. Still, that surprised me a great deal. At 68° I couldn't do much. It is probably why I am going back to bed. I did get dishes going, roasted a chuck roast, did a few trim chores, will hit litter, and reset sprouts then give them an opportunity for sunshine. But that's it.
Tomorrow? The last laundry, a shower and shave, the last dishes in both areas, bagging trash cans... maybe more. Now I desperately need sleep.
Not bad, if I'd like to catch an umpteenth breath and get back to working even four days straight, and three to four hours per day. I'll... keep planning, and stumbling through, as I may. I like the challenge, but easy mode, once in a while, at least gives me things to chuckle about. Good night... uhrm, day too!
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I think bedtime ran to 15:30. An extreme jump from getting to bed at around 7:30 for the last week, or so. It was cool enough. I don't think I saw it above 58°, outside. It might have dipped or risen a bit, and I saw it 48° but can't remember when. Later, though, perhaps at noon, when pulling barrels back.
The ducks where allowed out. This time they enjoyed the pool. No sun. I think they became bored? They just stood out there, like decoys. I let them back in, to their great joy. They really do enjoy sunny days more. It has been days since the last sunny day. Not grumbling, just noting. We have had spots of sunshine, not whole days.
I did finish folding the laundry which had been done. Shirts need hung. I also found more... sheets washed long ago. I wasn't certain if they were still good or not. As I was sorting to see what all was in the basket, small dust plumes let me know a wash was required. Tonight. I'll get that and any bits which might fit else. It will probably take two loads.
I haven't been able to do much standard extra chores... like cleaning. But I have been keeping up on critters, feed, drink, litter, and showers. Another shower shortly. And back to bed? Hmm... back to bed, a shower later. Too tired. Keeping up on dishe as well, if I haven't started in on the last bit of the old dishes. After my next shower. And, at 7:30, or so. Can't escape some things.
Some sun today? I'll put the sprouts in a window, in case. Even an hour does them a lot of good. It got cool enough that I had to turn the furnace on. Just to 68°. Still, that surprised me a great deal. At 68° I couldn't do much. It is probably why I am going back to bed. I did get dishes going, roasted a chuck roast, did a few trim chores, will hit litter, and reset sprouts then give them an opportunity for sunshine. But that's it.
Tomorrow? The last laundry, a shower and shave, the last dishes in both areas, bagging trash cans... maybe more. Now I desperately need sleep.
Not bad, if I'd like to catch an umpteenth breath and get back to working even four days straight, and three to four hours per day. I'll... keep planning, and stumbling through, as I may. I like the challenge, but easy mode, once in a while, at least gives me things to chuckle about. Good night... uhrm, day too!
Monday, June 8, 2020
Some of it.
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A shower and four meals. Terribly hungry. Right meals, no sugar, no carbs, smaller portions. Tacos, but leaves for tortillas. A double shot of green beans with butter. Then a fatted coffee. And recently, chia seeds steeped in tea, with pumpkin seeds, a quarter cup of milk and cream added once hydrated. I may have to have another meal. Why so hungry! This is two to three times my usual consumption, four?, if it doesn't show.
After the shower, laundry was set. And since, a cycling and another... last... load set and washing. I hope to get it all dry, upstairs, and begin folding. To completion? A real question. Then cat litter was emptied of bad and replenished, trash, and recycling were completed. No bagging yet. Probably not until tomorrow.
However, I have kept up on kitchen dishes through my meals. Oh, add a couple of cups of buttered popcorn. I kept feeding the hunger with small bites. That usually works. I believe I will reheat the last of the pork shoulder, and a can of carrots. So very hungry! I wonder if this is from all the carbs yesterday, OR, from not eating nearly enough for the week... or two... beforehand. Or both. On to a fifth, is it?, meal? Sixth!
Now that summer is, was (it was 36° at 5:30, while taking the trash out)... hmm... well... I mean I am having a greater thirst, especially when warm. I still have most of those perrier waters, from last fall... late summer. It went cold again, so fast and early, that I lost my thirst for the stuff. Anyway, I have been enjoying those, until the cold spell. Though... it makes, for me, a decent beer replacement. I really miss beer, especially in hot weather. This... mostly... satisfies. Plus it replaces some tea. I need more, and some other no carb or sugar drink. Nothing diet, that stuff is worse than sugar.
On to late, late, dinner. Then some gaming as I slow down while laundry runs. Later, or a good night, and day. 36°!?!
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A shower and four meals. Terribly hungry. Right meals, no sugar, no carbs, smaller portions. Tacos, but leaves for tortillas. A double shot of green beans with butter. Then a fatted coffee. And recently, chia seeds steeped in tea, with pumpkin seeds, a quarter cup of milk and cream added once hydrated. I may have to have another meal. Why so hungry! This is two to three times my usual consumption, four?, if it doesn't show.
After the shower, laundry was set. And since, a cycling and another... last... load set and washing. I hope to get it all dry, upstairs, and begin folding. To completion? A real question. Then cat litter was emptied of bad and replenished, trash, and recycling were completed. No bagging yet. Probably not until tomorrow.
However, I have kept up on kitchen dishes through my meals. Oh, add a couple of cups of buttered popcorn. I kept feeding the hunger with small bites. That usually works. I believe I will reheat the last of the pork shoulder, and a can of carrots. So very hungry! I wonder if this is from all the carbs yesterday, OR, from not eating nearly enough for the week... or two... beforehand. Or both. On to a fifth, is it?, meal? Sixth!
Now that summer is, was (it was 36° at 5:30, while taking the trash out)... hmm... well... I mean I am having a greater thirst, especially when warm. I still have most of those perrier waters, from last fall... late summer. It went cold again, so fast and early, that I lost my thirst for the stuff. Anyway, I have been enjoying those, until the cold spell. Though... it makes, for me, a decent beer replacement. I really miss beer, especially in hot weather. This... mostly... satisfies. Plus it replaces some tea. I need more, and some other no carb or sugar drink. Nothing diet, that stuff is worse than sugar.
On to late, late, dinner. Then some gaming as I slow down while laundry runs. Later, or a good night, and day. 36°!?!
Sunday, June 7, 2020
A fresh start to a new ending.
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Blogger says it is imposing the use of a new format near the end of the month. They are asking for input from catastrophic failures, so you know this new system has been well developed, engineered, and tested. My guess? It's just a way to get rid of a certain segment of their users. Well, they do suggest, after they corrupt a decade or two of work, they will let you go back to the old system.
I have heard from others, in the longer past, that the promise never held up. Either the technical end failed or their was no actual path back. I think I went through one of those myself, finding no promised way back. With youtube closed, it really doesn't matter. I am looking at a workaround for that, was, can... could... almost taste it, just don't have much incentive with this new change.
Anyway... a few weeks? Though, we will see.
It was morning when I had to go on to bed. The sun was out. It looked like it was going back to full summer. Between heating pans so as to season them, thin air perhaps, and the cave simply refusing to relinquish heat, it was still 72° when it was time.
I feared terrible heat later. Nothing more to do for it. I closed it up. I thought I left the fans going but they aren't on as I woke at ~17:30. However, it is between 66° and 69° down here. I'll turn the fans on low, to help cover for my presence. I, usually, add two to three degrees to the place.
Upstairs was 66° as I was going down. With it having clouded over, possibly rained, while I slept, it was pleasant. I went to turn off the sunward ac. It wasn't on! I am absolutely sure I turned that on, fearing a heat-nightmarish sleep with the sun burning so brightly, initially.
Ghosts or human visitors? I... maybe with the fans, not a shadow of doubt with the air conditioners. I terribly fear high heat while trying to sleep. Anyway. After dealing with the shock, I opened two windows and turned the ac to high fan. That works perfectly on such days. Let me get those fans going down here.
A shower, setting the last load of dishes going, a load of laundry, trash and recycling collection and removal, then bag management? I won't finish anything but at least seeing laundry at least through drying and getting the trash to the curb and, once bagged, the receiptacles to their proper stations.
It's not a lot, but how I am feeling, it will be a test. I keep promising myself aspirin. I keep failing? Or... I remember writing about it, then not remembering taking it. There is only one way to be sure, counting, the last two times, including most recently, my memory and lack of memory, matched. So, I can take aspirin today.
Is aspirin dangerous? It's the dose. When I take it, I hit 2k mg. Anything less has little to no effect. Trust me, I am cheap. I tried to go with three pills for many doses, then four. I attempted to convince myself that it was working, that I didn't need more. After several doses in a row, I would sometimes just get through it, sometimes end up having to take a third timed five pill dose, so end up taking a bit to a lot more. Same with 1.6k, four pills. As is, one 2k pack handles the problem for days to a week. Or, at least, more won't help. So, 2k it is... when I remember through to consumption. At 260 to 300 in weight, it's not a stretch. Later.
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Blogger says it is imposing the use of a new format near the end of the month. They are asking for input from catastrophic failures, so you know this new system has been well developed, engineered, and tested. My guess? It's just a way to get rid of a certain segment of their users. Well, they do suggest, after they corrupt a decade or two of work, they will let you go back to the old system.
I have heard from others, in the longer past, that the promise never held up. Either the technical end failed or their was no actual path back. I think I went through one of those myself, finding no promised way back. With youtube closed, it really doesn't matter. I am looking at a workaround for that, was, can... could... almost taste it, just don't have much incentive with this new change.
Anyway... a few weeks? Though, we will see.
It was morning when I had to go on to bed. The sun was out. It looked like it was going back to full summer. Between heating pans so as to season them, thin air perhaps, and the cave simply refusing to relinquish heat, it was still 72° when it was time.
I feared terrible heat later. Nothing more to do for it. I closed it up. I thought I left the fans going but they aren't on as I woke at ~17:30. However, it is between 66° and 69° down here. I'll turn the fans on low, to help cover for my presence. I, usually, add two to three degrees to the place.
Upstairs was 66° as I was going down. With it having clouded over, possibly rained, while I slept, it was pleasant. I went to turn off the sunward ac. It wasn't on! I am absolutely sure I turned that on, fearing a heat-nightmarish sleep with the sun burning so brightly, initially.
Ghosts or human visitors? I... maybe with the fans, not a shadow of doubt with the air conditioners. I terribly fear high heat while trying to sleep. Anyway. After dealing with the shock, I opened two windows and turned the ac to high fan. That works perfectly on such days. Let me get those fans going down here.
A shower, setting the last load of dishes going, a load of laundry, trash and recycling collection and removal, then bag management? I won't finish anything but at least seeing laundry at least through drying and getting the trash to the curb and, once bagged, the receiptacles to their proper stations.
It's not a lot, but how I am feeling, it will be a test. I keep promising myself aspirin. I keep failing? Or... I remember writing about it, then not remembering taking it. There is only one way to be sure, counting, the last two times, including most recently, my memory and lack of memory, matched. So, I can take aspirin today.
Is aspirin dangerous? It's the dose. When I take it, I hit 2k mg. Anything less has little to no effect. Trust me, I am cheap. I tried to go with three pills for many doses, then four. I attempted to convince myself that it was working, that I didn't need more. After several doses in a row, I would sometimes just get through it, sometimes end up having to take a third timed five pill dose, so end up taking a bit to a lot more. Same with 1.6k, four pills. As is, one 2k pack handles the problem for days to a week. Or, at least, more won't help. So, 2k it is... when I remember through to consumption. At 260 to 300 in weight, it's not a stretch. Later.
Almost cold.
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Not as planned, having little, if not nothing, to do with the temperature. It has been raining off and on. The electricity went out for a short bit too. I had a flashlight on me as is usually the case. But that one chews through batteries very quickly. I grabbed a few of my oil candles, set them up. Feeling pleased with myself... until I realized there... wasn't a damned thing to do! ;p
It all lit back up rather quickly. I... still had to rethink what was intended. I will want a shower yet tonight. But I wanted tacos. Hmm... the cast iron taco placket needed washed and seasoned. After three seasoning sessions, taking nearly fort five minutes per, I realized that the cast skillet needed the same, and the stove was needing attention.
Sigh. Fine. I just finished the last seasoning, all cleaned to cook with and on. So, in a bit I will begin warming the burger. Then the placket. I will shred what is left of the good lettuce as that heats. Out of sour cream, but I do have cream cheese. No more beans. Just burger, shredded romaine, and cream cheese spread along the saddle of the tortillas, under all. Not sure how it will turn out, but the meat is nicely spiced... a taco from hell to even some Mexican gringos. Carolina reapers.
So, other plans are being held to Monday. A shower though, before I crash. And trash as well as recycling, tomorrow. Plus bagging or rebagging all the bins. Maybe laundry. I still didn't get to those. This time I must. Yeah, a few jobs came up while weather slowed everything down anyway. All good by me. Plus the cast is swell to have back in production.
Oh, I thought the baked beans would jack diabetes. I added a bit more insulin. Sometimes that helps a bit, sometimes it does nothing. At 140, I was... stunned. All good. Yeah, that is an excellent number two and an half hours after sugared literally baked (rebaked) to tacky sugar beans, with or without pork. Sure have gas though! Bad, in every way. Later.
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Not as planned, having little, if not nothing, to do with the temperature. It has been raining off and on. The electricity went out for a short bit too. I had a flashlight on me as is usually the case. But that one chews through batteries very quickly. I grabbed a few of my oil candles, set them up. Feeling pleased with myself... until I realized there... wasn't a damned thing to do! ;p
It all lit back up rather quickly. I... still had to rethink what was intended. I will want a shower yet tonight. But I wanted tacos. Hmm... the cast iron taco placket needed washed and seasoned. After three seasoning sessions, taking nearly fort five minutes per, I realized that the cast skillet needed the same, and the stove was needing attention.
Sigh. Fine. I just finished the last seasoning, all cleaned to cook with and on. So, in a bit I will begin warming the burger. Then the placket. I will shred what is left of the good lettuce as that heats. Out of sour cream, but I do have cream cheese. No more beans. Just burger, shredded romaine, and cream cheese spread along the saddle of the tortillas, under all. Not sure how it will turn out, but the meat is nicely spiced... a taco from hell to even some Mexican gringos. Carolina reapers.
So, other plans are being held to Monday. A shower though, before I crash. And trash as well as recycling, tomorrow. Plus bagging or rebagging all the bins. Maybe laundry. I still didn't get to those. This time I must. Yeah, a few jobs came up while weather slowed everything down anyway. All good by me. Plus the cast is swell to have back in production.
Oh, I thought the baked beans would jack diabetes. I added a bit more insulin. Sometimes that helps a bit, sometimes it does nothing. At 140, I was... stunned. All good. Yeah, that is an excellent number two and an half hours after sugared literally baked (rebaked) to tacky sugar beans, with or without pork. Sure have gas though! Bad, in every way. Later.
Saturday, June 6, 2020
So very strange.
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Finally awake. I've been awake since 17:30. It is now 20:18. I didn't go down until between seven and eight. I was trying to stay awake longer. The house was 75°, outside was 60°?, but after hours of trying to get some of that cool in, it just wasn't working and I ran out of energy to continue.
I shut the windows and else, but left the fans going. It was too warm upstairs, at 73°, so I set the second ac on and up to cooling. I slept like a rock, in the good way. It was 68° when I woke. About perfect, after partially acclimating to late spring warmth. I expected downstairs to be an absolute sweatbox.
It read 73°, upstairs... from the remote sender I keep downstairs. Hmm. Odd. But number and feel can be quite different. Still, not bad after a hot day. Down I went. The feel was quite different. Not at all in the way anticipated. It felt cool, almost chill? Yeah. So very strange. A very good, initially baffling, surprise.
When I went out to see about the sprouts it all made sense. A very cool, completely overcast, day. Sitting at 58°, in mid to late afternoon, with no signs the sun had been out, yes... cool. I immediately opened everything back up. The air is thin. The fans just aren't moving volumes of air. It cools the body but not really the cave. Atmospheric phenomena, I think. At 20:21 it has only dropped a degree F.
I turned the ac's off upstairs, leaving one unit on fan, the interior fan going, and opening a few windows. It was 70°, after turning one ac off first thing 'this morning'. But with fan and open windows it should be cooler. While at that I grabbed the dirty laundry hamper, collecting a few long shot misses towards it, and grabbed fresh clothes for an eventual shower.
All have been fed and tended. Kitchen dishes were finally caught up, the sprouts have been tended. I went with a can of baked beans and some of the ham. Bad choice. But hunger met availability. Oh, but it was great. I might as well have regular tacos while at it. Ugh.
A shower in a bit, then on to cleaning the bathroom. With the weather being this delicious, and sleep having been so good... as well pain is mostly gone... yes, work. Try to get as much crammed in as possible. This improbable collection of oddities must be utilized. Later.
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Finally awake. I've been awake since 17:30. It is now 20:18. I didn't go down until between seven and eight. I was trying to stay awake longer. The house was 75°, outside was 60°?, but after hours of trying to get some of that cool in, it just wasn't working and I ran out of energy to continue.
I shut the windows and else, but left the fans going. It was too warm upstairs, at 73°, so I set the second ac on and up to cooling. I slept like a rock, in the good way. It was 68° when I woke. About perfect, after partially acclimating to late spring warmth. I expected downstairs to be an absolute sweatbox.
It read 73°, upstairs... from the remote sender I keep downstairs. Hmm. Odd. But number and feel can be quite different. Still, not bad after a hot day. Down I went. The feel was quite different. Not at all in the way anticipated. It felt cool, almost chill? Yeah. So very strange. A very good, initially baffling, surprise.
When I went out to see about the sprouts it all made sense. A very cool, completely overcast, day. Sitting at 58°, in mid to late afternoon, with no signs the sun had been out, yes... cool. I immediately opened everything back up. The air is thin. The fans just aren't moving volumes of air. It cools the body but not really the cave. Atmospheric phenomena, I think. At 20:21 it has only dropped a degree F.
I turned the ac's off upstairs, leaving one unit on fan, the interior fan going, and opening a few windows. It was 70°, after turning one ac off first thing 'this morning'. But with fan and open windows it should be cooler. While at that I grabbed the dirty laundry hamper, collecting a few long shot misses towards it, and grabbed fresh clothes for an eventual shower.
All have been fed and tended. Kitchen dishes were finally caught up, the sprouts have been tended. I went with a can of baked beans and some of the ham. Bad choice. But hunger met availability. Oh, but it was great. I might as well have regular tacos while at it. Ugh.
A shower in a bit, then on to cleaning the bathroom. With the weather being this delicious, and sleep having been so good... as well pain is mostly gone... yes, work. Try to get as much crammed in as possible. This improbable collection of oddities must be utilized. Later.
A little, on a strange night.
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My right arm, middle right toe, and that headache... yes, I forgot aspirin. Then a night heatwave. High winds which shoved the thermometer to 80°, indoors. I had a single ac going upstairs. It kept that to 73°. I actually didn't feel too bad for it, but went on up in an attempt to avoid getting heatsick.
I kept the single ac, along with the fan, on. It worked. Oddly I felt cold, but wasn't willing to risk too much heat with no good means of escape. I never did sleep, just rested for a few hours. My arm, toe, and headache wouldn't let me sleep. I gave up, decided to do and check some things.
I have no idea what is causing the headache *cough*, or the arm to hurt. Feels like a recovering through puncture wound. The toe has been hurting for days. I feared it was a toenail cutting in, but didn't have the nerve to look or deal with it, as bad as it felt. I went ahead and looked. Ah! Thankfully just a bruise. I... remembered what from after looking. Stubbed that toe on a heavy case, but while feeling so awful it wasn't well in memory. Aspirin, hopefully that will help.
I did get the ducks out. They didn't bother with the water, this time. Perhaps tomorrow. I need to get them out, anyway. I am waiting on the return of my wheelbarrow so as to clean the hutch. Then I will begin collecting eggs again. They just hid in the grass, didn't go far, and were waiting at the door when I went out to put them in at late dusk.
Dinner, and later a supper. A refried burger salad, then later a sliver of pork. Nothing fancy, not much, but it worked. As well, I put the daikon sprouts out, then prepared another batch and took it out too. Outside, in the sun. The first batch really started greening and filling out. The new batch has sprouting happening on it's first day! Yes, these seeds have some serious shelf life, if you might need to baby them a bit.
I had forgotten them out. I was worried the wind might have broken the jars. The chair they had been setting on was upturned. But they hadn't set well in that chair, to my taste, so I had moved them well out of range of that, and set them well, apparently. Untouched and happy as kits in a den. In, now, but going out again tomorrow. Vegetarian? No. Cheap, flavorful, vitamin C and else. Goes good in salads, also with canelope, nuts, and... various things. Really good on sandwiches. Say $6 in seeds will equate to five to ten pounds in green veggies, nearly on demand. I want to get an alfalfa mix too. Variety. I might even attempt growing some of the daikon to full size. They are my favorite radishes.
When I was out last, about an half hout ago, it was down to 70°. I am hoping for more cooling still. Either another nap or rest, a shower first, if possible. Nights and days are lost. Not sure what will happen until the earth and I get sorted. Will try to work when and as able in any case. Getting there. Later.
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My right arm, middle right toe, and that headache... yes, I forgot aspirin. Then a night heatwave. High winds which shoved the thermometer to 80°, indoors. I had a single ac going upstairs. It kept that to 73°. I actually didn't feel too bad for it, but went on up in an attempt to avoid getting heatsick.
I kept the single ac, along with the fan, on. It worked. Oddly I felt cold, but wasn't willing to risk too much heat with no good means of escape. I never did sleep, just rested for a few hours. My arm, toe, and headache wouldn't let me sleep. I gave up, decided to do and check some things.
I have no idea what is causing the headache *cough*, or the arm to hurt. Feels like a recovering through puncture wound. The toe has been hurting for days. I feared it was a toenail cutting in, but didn't have the nerve to look or deal with it, as bad as it felt. I went ahead and looked. Ah! Thankfully just a bruise. I... remembered what from after looking. Stubbed that toe on a heavy case, but while feeling so awful it wasn't well in memory. Aspirin, hopefully that will help.
I did get the ducks out. They didn't bother with the water, this time. Perhaps tomorrow. I need to get them out, anyway. I am waiting on the return of my wheelbarrow so as to clean the hutch. Then I will begin collecting eggs again. They just hid in the grass, didn't go far, and were waiting at the door when I went out to put them in at late dusk.
Dinner, and later a supper. A refried burger salad, then later a sliver of pork. Nothing fancy, not much, but it worked. As well, I put the daikon sprouts out, then prepared another batch and took it out too. Outside, in the sun. The first batch really started greening and filling out. The new batch has sprouting happening on it's first day! Yes, these seeds have some serious shelf life, if you might need to baby them a bit.
I had forgotten them out. I was worried the wind might have broken the jars. The chair they had been setting on was upturned. But they hadn't set well in that chair, to my taste, so I had moved them well out of range of that, and set them well, apparently. Untouched and happy as kits in a den. In, now, but going out again tomorrow. Vegetarian? No. Cheap, flavorful, vitamin C and else. Goes good in salads, also with canelope, nuts, and... various things. Really good on sandwiches. Say $6 in seeds will equate to five to ten pounds in green veggies, nearly on demand. I want to get an alfalfa mix too. Variety. I might even attempt growing some of the daikon to full size. They are my favorite radishes.
When I was out last, about an half hout ago, it was down to 70°. I am hoping for more cooling still. Either another nap or rest, a shower first, if possible. Nights and days are lost. Not sure what will happen until the earth and I get sorted. Will try to work when and as able in any case. Getting there. Later.
Friday, June 5, 2020
Cooking last night.
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I haven't been eating. I put out meat, burger and a pork roast, to thaw the day... night? before yesterday. It was ready last night. With the burger, I simply fried it into crumble. Spiced, save salt. That doesn't work well, but... it will do. I made romaine lettuce tacos. Sour cream was had, but cheese was sorely missed. Despite having to attempt salting after the fact and no cheese, it was quite good.
After, I roasted the pork shoulder. It came out perfect, in spite have being slightly overcooked by temperature. And everything was put up. I hate making good food only to crash and have it go bad. A slice of that, or a few leaf tacos a day, should be quite good.
I found flour tortillas, frozen. Thawed some. Yeah, I think not. I also found several cans of baked beans... 17 added sugars? Yeah, doubly think not. As well, about four days ago I started sprouting daikon radish seeds. They sure were slow! Ah, best if used by March 20th. 2015! Okies. Still, sprouting they are. It is relatively dark and cool in here. So, today, I am giving them some sun. I may start another batch today.
As well, I believe it is time to get back to work. Still a bit sore, with a solid medium headache. Aspirin and spit will see me through that. A shower, in a bit, to start off the rodeo. Then setting up that last load of dishes and a check on the laundry. Plus folding whatever. I have laundry in the bathroom and upstairs to collect.
I may let the ducks out. They will be killed off, but... what can you really do. I can't afford a secure fence. I'll get their pool going, that draws them out.
The main goal for today and maybe tomorrow is cleaning the bathroom. And, perhaps, starting in on the kitchen if the bathroom is fast. The only thing for Sunday is getting trash collected and out, refilling bags as I go. Keeping three in them really helps keep up.
After the kitchen? Back to the living room and main downstairs bedroom, I do believe. The kitchen may take a whole week, mind you. Perhaps using the spare room as storage and a clearinghouse as I sort. Yes, it is moving along. Even when I fall, or slip a bit, it isn't too bad. And my failings are still sum total less than my weak advances.
Back to it. Later.
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I haven't been eating. I put out meat, burger and a pork roast, to thaw the day... night? before yesterday. It was ready last night. With the burger, I simply fried it into crumble. Spiced, save salt. That doesn't work well, but... it will do. I made romaine lettuce tacos. Sour cream was had, but cheese was sorely missed. Despite having to attempt salting after the fact and no cheese, it was quite good.
After, I roasted the pork shoulder. It came out perfect, in spite have being slightly overcooked by temperature. And everything was put up. I hate making good food only to crash and have it go bad. A slice of that, or a few leaf tacos a day, should be quite good.
I found flour tortillas, frozen. Thawed some. Yeah, I think not. I also found several cans of baked beans... 17 added sugars? Yeah, doubly think not. As well, about four days ago I started sprouting daikon radish seeds. They sure were slow! Ah, best if used by March 20th. 2015! Okies. Still, sprouting they are. It is relatively dark and cool in here. So, today, I am giving them some sun. I may start another batch today.
As well, I believe it is time to get back to work. Still a bit sore, with a solid medium headache. Aspirin and spit will see me through that. A shower, in a bit, to start off the rodeo. Then setting up that last load of dishes and a check on the laundry. Plus folding whatever. I have laundry in the bathroom and upstairs to collect.
I may let the ducks out. They will be killed off, but... what can you really do. I can't afford a secure fence. I'll get their pool going, that draws them out.
The main goal for today and maybe tomorrow is cleaning the bathroom. And, perhaps, starting in on the kitchen if the bathroom is fast. The only thing for Sunday is getting trash collected and out, refilling bags as I go. Keeping three in them really helps keep up.
After the kitchen? Back to the living room and main downstairs bedroom, I do believe. The kitchen may take a whole week, mind you. Perhaps using the spare room as storage and a clearinghouse as I sort. Yes, it is moving along. Even when I fall, or slip a bit, it isn't too bad. And my failings are still sum total less than my weak advances.
Back to it. Later.
Thursday, June 4, 2020
Brutal.
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I can't remember, exactly. But I think the story goes as follows. How many days involved in each segment is... unclear. Take a day as literal or figurative, and each. I simply can't be sure... about anything... three days, seven, or some number between those?
Three days ago I was caught by heat. I... think I worked through some of it. Then, yesterday, I became cold. I remain somewhat chilled, even at 73° F. As well, yesterday and today I have been stricken with terrible pains. As if, in part, a skewer were driven through the kidneys, then on through the right side and only partly through on the left.
I... couldn't think yesterday. The cold isn't as severe today, though trying to find a way through too... between one, the other, or both of those, I... remembered aspirin. I was finally able to wake, about an half hour ago. I had some business to attend. And just remembered aspirin. I... thought of the stuff while in my icy sleep. More blankets did not help... warm thick socks did, if only for the blocks of ice for feet... slightly.
Still, I will... try to get a shower in, set up the last load of dishes, and do whatever washing, folding or hanging, and putting laundry up that is possible. It may be another scrubbed day, with nothing done though. This pain is intense. At least a shower? It's a hope. Later.
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I can't remember, exactly. But I think the story goes as follows. How many days involved in each segment is... unclear. Take a day as literal or figurative, and each. I simply can't be sure... about anything... three days, seven, or some number between those?
Three days ago I was caught by heat. I... think I worked through some of it. Then, yesterday, I became cold. I remain somewhat chilled, even at 73° F. As well, yesterday and today I have been stricken with terrible pains. As if, in part, a skewer were driven through the kidneys, then on through the right side and only partly through on the left.
I... couldn't think yesterday. The cold isn't as severe today, though trying to find a way through too... between one, the other, or both of those, I... remembered aspirin. I was finally able to wake, about an half hour ago. I had some business to attend. And just remembered aspirin. I... thought of the stuff while in my icy sleep. More blankets did not help... warm thick socks did, if only for the blocks of ice for feet... slightly.
Still, I will... try to get a shower in, set up the last load of dishes, and do whatever washing, folding or hanging, and putting laundry up that is possible. It may be another scrubbed day, with nothing done though. This pain is intense. At least a shower? It's a hope. Later.
Wednesday, June 3, 2020
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.
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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.
Tuesday, June 2, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Monday, June 1, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Sunday, May 31, 2020
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.
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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.
Saturday, May 30, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Friday, May 29, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
Thursday, May 28, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
Monday, May 25, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
Sunday, May 24, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Saturday, May 23, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
Friday, May 22, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
Thursday, May 21, 2020
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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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