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It... looks like blogger brought a functioning platform back.  I'll test it.

Not much else done today.  I did put fresh food and water in the hutch.  And I scrambled the two eggs I had from the ducks.  They are different from chicken eggs, but how I just can't say.  I did text about the rabbits.  It sounds like we can come to an arrangement.  I tried to set up a meeting, but the communication seems to have stalled.  Perhaps she wants to speak with her husband, or have a friend there?

As I was just about to eat, before deciding on dosage, I checked my blood sugar.  From 322 this morning to... 90!?!  No food today, but that Isn't unusual.  I... have some suspicions.  Anyway.  That means no insulin.  Not the fast stuff, not the slow stuff, none of it.  But I need to eat again.  Nothing big, but fatty.  Lets see if ketosis will kick in.  If not I'll have to do glucose tabs or something sweet... actually sugared.  Very strange.

Wait... I did have another meal, but forgot to dose.  Maltomeal, with freshly mixed half and half.  Hmm.  Very strange.

Still not feeling the best.  It was up to at least 86°, and 75° indoors.  But neither is too awful.  It's almost cool, to me, in here.  I suspect attempting acclimatization is paying off.  If, too, I am only successful because I am currently able.  I can't always do it.  Still, I will take what I can get.  I am... trying, and getting some things done.

The Boss has jingling wires.  Needed bongo tools, big wires to be crimped.  I did look such a tool over recently, but some other project or expense took priority.  However, I do have a variety of odds and ends with which to get the job done.  Between both our minds and kit, getting an odd job done is no problem.  Uhrm, probably.  Usually.

Later.

One more.

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Well...  A few calls.  A few texts.  Contacts put in so the next attempt at various contact should be simpler.   No long waiting times.  That is as good as a set of calls to SSD has ever gone, in Utah.  I must admit, Iowa actually expected their employees to be available and pleasant.  I think it's the bunker and guards here, and a few other... problems.

Both women were even moderately pleasant.  As it turns out, they never sent a form.  They simply put the reschedule in the queue.  They haven't set a new date.  When they do, it will be 75 days or more after that has been decided.  I will receive notification at that time.  Now I have their number, fax, and specific office name.  Ugh...  I had been so worried, and yet so ill, hot, cold, and else.  Stuck.  Better now.

As well, I sent a text about rabbits!  I am excited.  It will probably be a month or two.  Though, just maybe, this early July.  Assuming I can figure out heat issues.  I best get my flag out this year!  It's just a side of the house jobby.  But if SSD returns, I'd like to get a 25-30 foot pole and large flags.  Perhaps even if not, just not as soon.

Blood sugar spiked!?!  Up to over three hundred for the first time in... years?  a year?  Something.  Small typical meal, medium dose of insulin, doesn't compute.  I'll... figure that out.  I'll get something down and dose.  Perhaps add the slow acting I've been accidentally skipping, and again tonight.  It can be flexible.

As well, I got a spot price on foam post fill.  I'd like to try that on one of the clothesline posts, regular concrete on the other.

Not bad.  Took care of the things jangling my nerves.  Now to get dishes.  A nap first?  I still feel awful.  Midsection feels bruised, shoulders are sore, a weird oozy sort of illness sensation... green around the gills is the best description for that which I know.  I'll do what I must, but will work some too.  At least I am not behind some crazy bureaucratic eight ball, again.

Later.  Actually, I just wanted to end that last post.  Unless blogger becomes available again,  this is it.  They must have changed blogger, again, to the new "better" blogger that we are supposed to be able to revert from.  But they never offer a way to do so.  If available, the way is hidden.  Goodbye, perhaps.

Another day.

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Strange.  Right as youtube opens back up, initially only part way, now seemingly more fully, even bringing old videos  (not all of them, but some) back to my blog, blogger itself closes back down... at least on my main blogging device.  I can use this device, but it is at best inconvenient.  So, unless that changes, this will be my final post.
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Yesterday was odd.  Blood sugar was high, fasting.  Now that I expected.  Higher than expected, but blood sugar is it's own animal. The rest of the day was strange though.

I did eat twice, lighter meals.  I also forgot to use insulin with the first meal, as I forgot the night before too.  Doubling my expectation of a high morning read.  Still, blood sugar kept dropping.

Starting at 278 fasting, two to three hours after the first meal... of I forget... blood sugar was 191.  Without insulin.  I then had a bowl of maltomeal, with insulin.  Since it was coming down, in caution, I only took a normal insulin dose.  By bedtime it dropped to 119.  I left it alone, though usually it goes up at night.  Actually, I forgot the slow acting insulin I usually take at bedtime, again!  I went to bed between a bit after 21:00 and 22:00.

I woke at 0:00.  I was feeling awful.  Clumsy, weak, odd.  Blood sugar drop, I was almost sure of it.  A dangerous one?  I didn't think I had glucose tabs up there?  I'll check today.  Getting downstairs was terrible.  If crawling down the steps was doable, I would have tried it.

I did a draw, to make sure.  Yep.  Blood sugar read 52!  I only had two bottles of tabs, one of which was a partial.  I would have eaten them all, but realized that would leave me with nothing until I can resupply.   So I left some.  It took everything I have in me not to eat the last ones.  I did eat... many... as was.

I was able to walk more steadily back upstairs.  I slept well, other than having to wake to go often.   I had been holding water, so took extra waterpills yesterday, which waited until after bedtime to decide to work.  And blood sugar is high again this morning.  I'll figure it out.

My guess is working in the heat, even lightly, but especially several days running, has a profound effect on my system.  IF I can sort it, apply reason and control, with enough glucose tabs on hand, I might be able to saddle and ride that phenomena.  I might yet win, if it may well kill me.  Weeeee!

Today?  A bit easier.  Calls, mostly.  Perhaps the bathroom? vacuuming? dishes almost certainly.  I have work inside, easily, and outside.  Outside I have the remaining sticks, and that side to mow.  Weed whipping aplenty in there somewhere.  Getting watering going.  Beginning the construction of a duck "trailer", and some repairs on the hutch.  And much else.

I won't be able to do all that much, or all that fast.  And outdoor work really needs to be done earlier or later.  But, a few projects at a time, a bit each day, inside and out, as possible, and... I'll never finish, here, this time, but... I will... be alive and working.  It's enough.

A start.

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In the low 70°s when I started, 82° when I finished.  I decided against cleaning the hutch again today.  I want it to dry first.  Water can drain, too, slowly... in some areas.  I would like to find a way to extend the low area out, open some of the wood, and install a kickplate of some sort.  One fresh egg.

After, I began on the post hole.  Three or four inches more?  With the grass around, I just couldn't tell.  Even a measuring stick won't give a solid reading.  I ran out of steam for that quickly.  I did what I could.  I may hit it a few times a day, as close to dusk and dawn as possible.  A few inches here and there will add up.

After, I thought to mow.  Oh no, no, no.  Never that simple.  Branches, the size of twigs on up to small tree sized, here, there, and everywhere.  So, picking up sticks first.  The front yard looked good.  I hit what I could.  It wasn't enough, but a solid start.  It was the side yard that remains with too much debris.

I got on, lit it up, and headed up front.  More branches!  They weren't visible from where I had been.  A gathered a few, a few more, and more still!  If there were many more, I decided, I was done with the front yard.  As it was, that was it.  Mowing with the machine is a pleasant thing.  If you have the strength to twist the wheel, and mass to not be thrown from it.  I might not have endurance, but I have these, for a while.

The front yard was finished.  It takes time, and the heat and effort do begin to weigh on one.  Still, I then hit around the car and then wanted to check the back yard.  It was long, so I worried.  No problems, or twigs.  I kept the blade up on high, went slow, and hit it twice.  A wonderful lawn.  Eventually I will get the weedwhip out and finish it off.  Picking up the rest of the sticks and digging the clothesline pole hole have priority.

Now to cool off.  It's 72° downstairs, 68° upstairs.  I think a shower, perhaps a nap or puzzle time upstairs, before beginning the bathroom and dishes, would work well.  I'll get those, and maybe more today, if probably not until after it has cooled enough that I can open the cave back up.  Hmm... puzzle time, marble practice, and a nap?

Later.

Outdoor acclimatization.

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It started yesterday.  I dug about a foot on the first post.  I hit a rock, which will be figured out next time, maybe the very narrow long bladed... clam? shovel?  But beside, I realized cleaning the duck hutch was a priority.  So, on to that.  I got two or three wheelbarrows full, I mean absolutely full, out.  It was about 76° throughout.

As I returned for one more, I thought I would quit the endeavor, after this last load.  And, each time I returned, I swore that was it.  I cleaned the place out, tossing the eggs in the trash, creating small compost piles out back... perhaps for use next year.  I then sprayed the floor off, letting it sit until the ducks were let back in.

I put food and water on the higher dry spots, then hay in later.  I just woke, but aim to clear the quackles out as usual shortly, then clean in there again.  Or tomorrow?  Then work on that clothesline hole.  Maybe do mowing... the rider makes that easier.  Then get in, take another shower... the third in two days.  Then begin on the bathroom.

I did more yesterday.  I helped a neighbor put up hardware cloth.  I finally, after hearing about it for years, know definitely what hardware cloth actually is.  Anyway.  I helped cut, form fit it, and staple it in.  The work wasn't heavy work, but it was 82° and sunny.  So, yeah.  From crawling in the dirt for low stapling under a platform or at the base to stretching and fitting, stapling, and just holding. A good little spot of hot work.

As mentioned, work today.  My body is sore.  But other than trying to sort out a bit more of the post hole digging, the rest of the work will be light.  All dishes to be hit are in the kitchen sink, so not a bending chore.  I am... behind on a few contacts.  I hope to remedy that later, in the afternoon, too.  Ugh.  The only thing slightly heavy will be vacuuming, or more getting that machine up the steps.

Oh, oddly?  Not a single wasp took the bait in the wasp trap!  It was ground zero for where the wasps were staying, for years.  As well, I dodged two while setting the thing up!  Gah!  It seems I can handle a single sting, if the poison bounces around my body, afflicting me with changing pseudo bugbites at various new plaves on my body every few hours to days, for weeks ore a month and more.  Which makes me think the allergy still exists, but size mitigates.  That also leads me to believe a bunch of bites, perhaps as few as three, could be fatal.  I'll have to figure out the problem before continuing.

On to breakfast then else.  Later.

Something is so wrong!

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Did I sleep wrong?  My neck is so out.  Left to right, forward and back, rusted and cranky... with enough tension to create a solid headache from the torque.  Even the arteries on the sides of my neck hurt.  It isn't as if I just woke with this.  I was waking through the night, adjusting my pillows and position, attempting to prevent this very outcome.  It may just be that I twisted or shifted incorrectly and am paying... or sat too long in a singular position?

Probably that latter.  Move, you say?  F' you!  I am an aardvark!  Wait... uhrm... that... isn't quite it.  How about that first retort, along with, I would move if I could!  I just get stuck, fall, and can't get out.  My whole goal in life is to do, act, create, tinker, develop, build.  I have more functional and theoretical loot just waiting for my hands to be able to craft.  Tools, parts, pieces, as well as a house, two vehicles, three shed sized barns, a garage, and an acre of land with which to work, alter.

Do you honestly think, with such a rich environment and so many projects, I sit because I wish it?  On or off medicine, weather and health trends can and do cripple.  Mood has nothing to do with it.  I have to figure out each change, nearly from scratch.  By the time I figure something out, I am often fatigued from it, a la the cold or heat in winter or summer, or the constant weather fluxuations in spring.  Fall is usually good, a if a slow slide into winter's cold oblivion.

Anyway... as tough as this morning is, I am hitting it today.  I am set up for a shower shortly.  There just isn't enough trash to take to the curb, but I will take it out to the bin.  Ducks will be let out.  As well, potentially, a few special projects, helping if possible.  Later I am hoping to clean the rest of the bathroom.  The shower, toilet, and sink have been mostly kept up.  I mostly need to sort bins, sweep, and mop.  As well, vacuuming the living room and getting the vacuum back upstairs.

The rest of the week will be split on the kitchen and living room.  The heavier work focused on the kitchen, sitting and sorting will be what the living room receives.  Hopefully, next week, the living room will get the heavy work, while the main downstairs bedroom and front room will receive more light work.  I really am advancing.  Even at complete stops, I am not falling too far back.  Negligibly back versus good strides forward.

Well.  Planning is good, at least, for such a terrible start.  Now to see if... I can fulfil some, or all, of it.  Blood sugar was up to 175.  Beats 225-275 it had been running.  I really should, mostly, go back to intermittent fasting, with two to three meals in eight hour periods per day.  It's difficult when the day shifts but hunger doesn't.  The goal becomes to eat for a set number hours after some number of hours after waking, two to eight, for both periods, as long as it is consistent... as the change is almost always an advance in time, so will mostly add to the fast length.

Although, if you were capable of following what I wrote, you begin to see some of my problems?  Not just a demanding regimen, but also carveouts, caveats, exemptions, exceptions, and special rules.  It's like trying to play a board game, at sea, in a storm.  Not fair, but it's what I have left to me.  The option is this or quitting.  Which would you choose?  Especially if death seems to have been removed as a menu option.  Later.

Cloudy but warm.

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Not hot today.  But it feels like it.  It is 71° downstairs.  I closed things up a bit late, if that only would have delayed this outcome an hour or so.  I didn't check blood sugar first thing.  But after a heavy breakfast and normal insulin dose, it was at 135ish.  A later meal and usual insulin dose saw an increase to 191?  I am sure the first meal and dose brought blood sugars down, probably fifty points.  Not sure why the second meal jacked it.  I'll have a third and final meal and dose shortly.  Actually, I was concerned with the first meal, due to volume.  Odd.

I called my mother.  She decided not to go to the back doctor.  She says it is because he can't do anything.  I think it is fear, if the voice of her fear has a real point.  Will just have to wait for her to decide on else.  Oh, I get it.  I do.  I can't, and wouldn't, force anything medical.  I don't trust doctors or the general medical field.  How many of them are blm, antifa, etc.  Though "conservatives" may just as well harm you, but to save a government buck, as they did with me.  And competency is always dubious anyway.

I do believe a small lunch, a dose, and a nap are next.  I have done the dehydrator shelves, and more dishes.  And handled the critters.  Trash will be handled when I wake.  Perhaps all the remaining dishes, plus cooking cabbage and corned beef.  I'll add canned carrots as that finishes.  Cooking after I open up for the night.

Later.

A good morning.

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Awake at six.  This time I made a great effort, a successful one, to remember when I went to bed.  It was right around twenty thirty.  So, a good sleep.  I had the ac going, turned on as I went to bed.  I hadn't cooled the house properly during the night before, or last night.  I slacked because it has been so cool.  I need to get back to rigging the cave, morning and night, for maximum cool.  Though my days are slipping back into actual days, which throws things.

I did open things this morning.  The temperature upstairs and downstairs was 68°.  I woke around four, switched ac to fan and opened windows.  I had hoped to do that far earlier.  I woke several times, but I could not crawl out.  Outdoors, at six, it was 48°.  It was partly cloudy to the east, if I'll almost bet if it isn't gone, it has little effect now.  Still, it's a nice cool start.

Today?  Finishing the dehydrator baskets... a quick rinse, rough towel drying, then to let the air finish the task.  That will get me to a shower, and finally a razor shave.  Ducks to be let out, fed, as with cats.  Litter has been hit this morning already, though it needs fill.  Wasn't awake to realize what now seems obvious.  As well, trash and recycling need to go out.

I grilled chicken, brots, and hotdogs yesterday.  Not bad.  I ate nearly the last of it today.  One more meal for later.  A different but very good breakfast.  No, not all that much, drumsticks just don't have that much meat on them.  Sam prefers the knuckles, Sassy won't touch the things... but will eat even exotic cheeses?  Cats, or mine, are peculiar.  On the good side, I don't have to feel guilty about eating all the meat.  Now, I do enjoy the knuckles too, but can settle with one.  We are all strange cats around here?

Plans.  Assuming I can do anything.  Will try.  Good day.

A strange... everything.

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Dreaming, last night.  And not.  It feels more as if I actually went somewhere and find myself unable to remember... as clearly as I want, should.  A good trip.  Cordial, folks or... and... other beings... creatures... were there.  Good food, pleasant music, and not just on the surface.  It was good from presentation to application and right through to intent.

If I had to say, I would guess I visited saints and angels, beyond the veil.  A simple cordial affair.  A meal, conversation, and simple association.  As with no lying from my favored previous trip across the veil of tears, I will sorely miss this sort of companionship.  It is rare, and never pure, here.  Even family hold grudges, have ulterior motives, and conceil much.

Wait until you see what it is to meet men with no ravenous wolf just under their skin.  I have eyes to see that, and the lack of it.  It... reminds me of some things my Lord said.  It also brings shame to some of my doubts.  Perhaps not for here, now, but in the long run... or, in truth.

It makes me... He must truly have been loving, forgiving, to have walked here, seen as I see, and not destroyed all.  I am from darkness.  He is from light. I am not surprised or dismayed by all I have known.  How could He not be?  Potent mojo.  It is He, and these, who surprise me.  A gift, so that my faith can withstand what comes next?
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I am not sure when I went to bed.  It was definitely after 17:30, but may have been two or three hours later.  I ate cream of wheat for breakfast... supper actually.  I looked at the carbs after.  Oh well.  I could feel my body heating up, so figured blood sugar was shot.  I checked first thing.  At 165 it is thirty points better than my best read in at least a month or two?  Crazy.  I had thought it was 191 yesterday fasting, but it was 195... in case you read yesterday, did the math, and find yourself confused.

Almost no work was done yesterday.  Just couldn't.  The list remains.  I will do what is possible.  Maybe more if that may not be much.  Best feed the girls.  Sometimes they need more than two feeds a day.  I have learned to tell the difference between lazy begging and need... their eyes... when truly needing their eyes become... bright.  Their attention becomes laser focused too.  And, let go too long, they become... dangerous... to each other and to me.  I'll... split an extra can between them for the next few days.  Must be out of mice.  *rictus grin*

Later.

Diabetes has been troublesome.

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The right amounts of food and insulin.  As... well as possible.  With three to six major sleep cycle revisions in the last few weeks, weather crushing me or lending me impossible flight, and all the stumbles and bumps else, as a sparrow caught out in a hurricane, all I can do is survive.  Doing things rightly, exactly, isn't possible.  But I can give it as good of a shot as possible.

That said, and again, food and insulin have been going in rightly.  Even so, diabetes has been high.  Since I was eating rightly, I REFUSED to take extra insulin, not much.  Anyway, I sort of quit the keto the last few days.  Taking extra insulin when eating carbs, if I have a mostly hard cap to extra.  Taking more and insulin will hurt the skin near the injection site.  It isn't all that much more, either.

After yesterday, my worst eating day in the series, I was sure to wake up with blood sugar in the three or four, instead of the now usual mid two, hundreds.  Imagine my surprise to see it below two hundred, if only by nine, in the first time for weeks?  At least a month, maybe two.  I guess I really do have to go plumb off the reservation once in a while!?!

Today?  Hoping to find a few numbers and make a few calls.  As well, let the ducks out, perhaps shovel out their hutch, and wash it out each of the next few days... just with the garden hose, and at least begin staking out and measuring the clothesline run.  I would like to have the posts support three runs of about fifty feet, outdoors, and have one, mostly removable, run the length of upstairs... upstairs, of course?  *eyebrow action*  as well, I may attempt to dig the holes, or start on that.  I won't get far.  This ground is hard, stoney, and clay all at impossibly once.  Help... is on the way.  Probably.

Well, that is outside.  Inside, I want to finish the dishes, put meat to thaw, hit the bathroom... more, vacuum and get the vacuum upstairs.  Making a shopping list, to include baking soda for the carpet.  I could sprinkle diatomacious earth right now.  It will have a few days to do what it does, if there is nothing visible.  But, are dust mites and else even visible?

All today?  Well, as much as possible.  It was 63° upstairs, 66° downstairs... now 68° at 8:42, and 55° outside on the second sunny day running.  Perhaps breakfast.  A few eggs as an omelette, cheese omelette.  The pork is finito.  If that is a word or not?  Hmm, I do have chives and avocado.  Yeah, I best thaw meat.  Later.

The court is doing his will.

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As I have mentioned before, Trump isn't a republican.  He is just filling the role as a nominally more pro-American applicant for the post than even most repubs.  From Thune to Romney, most repubs hate poor white trash.  Which is everyone not richer and more powerful than them.  Still get elected in rigged systems, pretty much as big city dems.  Your vote may not actually even really being counted at this point.  It really doesn't matter.

Slightly better, mostly.  Still, he isn't actually religious.  So killing freedom of religion isn't an issue for him.  If this also probably means that womens' sports is dead.  Though is this it's killing or simply what happens to the corpse of that side of so-called sports when it dies of natural boredom?  No matter to me, a pox on both their... all their... houses.  Some Catholics might have (more) concern.  The majority are just dying for the first tranny priest, either way.  The leadership is sin contagion, going with the worldly mob.  But don't act high and mighty.  Your church talks big, but is still in the Boy Scouts.  Just as converged as mine.

As well, this daca ruling was his will.  He could have won this case, not only didn't, it shouldn't have been a legal question, doubt.  The only real question is why it was ever allowed.  Most likely he had incompetent or willing losers running the case, and told the justices to kill it.  No doubts.

At this point, the constitution is dead, as is governance through laws.  Mob rule is what is left.  It looks more like Trump bookended Obama, finishing what he started.  This has nothing to do with the pandemic or antifa/blm or anything else.  It is just closing shop on whites and America.

Either civilization is at an end or the scotus has to be undone, have these rulings overturned, be reformed and limited, reversing almost every liberal ruling for the last sixty years, then be bound by moral limits, or Seattle is your future.  Either the droolers rule or you put limits on them.  Join them or get rid of them, at every level.

Another opportunity.

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Not good or bad.  Yet.  Sleep was about perfect.  Why my feet aren't freezing, ten degrees cooler, I can't say.  It was 61°  at waking, with one fan going, for fresh air.  It was 66° downstairs, as per the furnace setting.  It looks like it rained last night, some hours ago.  Lots of rain, and cool temperatures... this summer.

I can't remember when I went to bed.  I would guess, almost certainly, a bit after fifteen hundred but well before seventeen hundred.  I looked, several times, while going to bed.  I realized the time had not stuck in memory.  So, once settled, I attempted to ascertain the time, but could not for the life of me roll, find the clock, and gain that data.  I woke right around four thirty.

Today?  Back to the list.  It is a bit shorter.  Dishes, vacuuming, folding laundry, a shower, cleaning the bathroom, cleaning the stove, oven, and counters.  Uhrm, not, probably, all of that today.  But, if I can get going, a good half to three quarters?  Maybe.  The bathroom stuff, counters, and stove top would be enough.  More would be gravy.  I'll thaw meat... chicken drummies and corned beef.  That should last a week.  I have fresh cabbage.  A few young red potatoes and... something else... would be good.

I would also like testing the wattage on various fans.  To see what really is the least expensive to run.  I suspect the fans within the acs eat the most juice, but I may be totally wrong.  I have three standing fans and two floor models to test, plus the two ac fans.  No use testing ac, as they won't be doing much cooling, and even if they did, that isn't needed or probably wanted.  As well, I may begin sealing doors and windows in various ways and installing added security features and locks.  It all feels insubstantial, but I am nearly three hundred pounds of disciplined yet feral strength.  It would need to be well embeded iron or plate steel, on similar or in security concrete for me not to flex tings.  Imagine a three hundred pound bear, with a human-like brain, hungry, believing there is a big ball of honey on the other side.  It's... always... hungry.

I cheated yesterday.  Pasta.  With more of that pork, ghee, and some diced fresh tomato.  My so bad I'll finish it today.  Still got blood sugar to 133 three hours later.  Yeah, but it was delicious.  I have to actually cheat at least monthly, sometimes every other month, sometimes twice a month.  After today, back on the chain gang.  If I could afford steaks, I would use those as my cheatmeals.  They are so far out of my grasp at this point I have stopped looking.  Even beef ribs are a rarity.  So little for so much.

Well, that pasta,  just with tomato and butter.  Later.

Hit a roadblock.

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Cool and dark.  It got up to 50°, that I saw, but is back down to 46°.  Rain has stopped, for several hours.  My lack of work isn't from pain or illness, it's the darkness.  If pain is creeping back in.  Head and neck, for no good reason.  I may try to manage, or just let it go?  Never am sure which way to go.

I did put the sprouts were they would get any sun possible.  Something does get through even a thick overcast.  Though the sill area is cold.  I am not sure how the two balance for or against growth.  I keep checking to no real good.  It is something to do.  Hmm, I should probably turn one of the fans off upstairs.  I like keeping one going at all times.

Hungry.  Dinner shortly.  Then to the ducks and girls.  Food, water, litter, else.  I didn't think to let the ducks out yesterday.  Not because of the weather, they might enjoy that.  I just wonder about increased risk of predation.  I may let them out today.  I think it's good for them, unless they are killed.

I have ordered parts to allow the computer to operate.  Monday, I am told.  I ordered several sorts, different brands, in case one doesn't work.  I have found it just works out better.  And, if they all work, other projects are possible.  I might find the laptops, see about power cords, strip them of junk windows os, and install linux.

I need to find my phone.  I... think it has been lost for a... while?  Days?  Anyway.

I am hoping to get some work today.  After food and time to digest that.  Later.

Up and okay.

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Still just a bit tired.  I can't remember when I tumbled into bed?  Between 14:00 and 16:00, I am almost certain.  I woke at two, precisely.  I... sat, looking at the clock for three minutes.  I don't think I blinked, or thought.  I could have stayed there much longer.  Or I could have gone on back to sleep.  I decided to rouse and wake, was able, so did so.

It read 64° upstairs, and indicated the same downstairs.  Downstairs read 66°, which I trust as three thermometers read that and the thermostat is set to it.  An hour and nearly a slow half hour later, I finally checked outside.  Raining heavily and right at 40°.  To be honest, I am surprised it isn't snowing.  I haven't 'seen' that lately.  It's just... it wouldn't surprise me... it could, might, fit.

I have reacclimated to the cool.  A temperature of 64° is actually a warmer temperature, for upstairs.  Only seen that warm or warmer from late spring to early fall, or four to five months a year.  Usually.  June 17th, is it?  It should be difficult to get it down to 68°, even 70°, by this time.  Oh, and yes, it rained much of yesterday and last night.  I have some concern for flooding.  Not... neighborhood, locally, probably, more regionally.

Assuming wuhan virus has any validity, one has to wonder why the left would encourage mass riots?  They are the party which worships death, from abortion to forcing china virus patients back into nursing homes.  Medicine was insane before that, and hand in hand with lawyers and the courts as seen with the end of religious rights in America at the scotus, all are pushing against what is biblically true.

Are they trying to eliminate a lot of blacks and browns.  Letting them do it to themselves?  As with slavery through debt, it is easier to deny culpability by giving impossible choices to fools, then claiming you were just trying to be nice, or fair, perhaps righteous.  Not that they could stop all of it, but they could cool things and not send the fib's flying monkey troupes, blm and antifa, to stir and encourage.

As well as supporting from corporate, to broadcast, to political.  Do you really think any of those solid white corporate headquarters, publishers, or dem party, or slave hiring companies like Nike, give a flying fuck about a herd population of knuckle-dragging dead-enders?  The trough they are feeding from in the riots is too easy, was bankrupt anyway.  It is poison.  Let them enjoy, for a while.  Maybe there is a decisive deepstate.

Today?  If I can get going, back to the list.  A trim shortly.  I did set up the dehydrator baskets.  So a run through dishes.  I should be able to finish kitchen dishes.  A shower in there.  Then to scouring the bathroom.  I may see about moving the shower curtain, and repairing the wall behind it.  Yea, I... will try to work, create, do, today.  Later.

Not a bad run.

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A reasonable run, if nearly impossible.  I kept going.  All the dishes, including breakfast dishes, are washed and soaking again.  Except what doesn't fit.  A few pans.  A counter and half were cleaned too.  Trash and recycling, plus a final litter clearing, and all out.  A shower, if I forgot to trim my beard.  When dry, that will be managed.

Breakfast was excellent.  I diced a few slices from the superior pork roast, sliced green olives, added cheese and whole raw cream, fluffed well, and baked for thirty five at 385° F.  Remember, altitude requires a bit more, usually.  I let it go another nearly ten minutes.

It just, to my mind and senses, didn't seem done.  So I shut the oven off, opened the door, and let it set in there for another ten minutes.  I quartered the only avocado nearly ripe, carving one quarter into three pieces as a side.  Fresh chives were divied into coins for on top.  And a few slices of tomato were diced as an additional garnish.  All the fuss paid off.  To my preferences, that was perfect.  The rest of the tomato was diced and stored.

That is one of the best meals, as with the pork roast, I have had in a very long while.  No biscuits, that was too ambitious with all else.  Hmm, gravy, some meat, and biscuits sounds excellent.  I may try to add hussle and get biscuits made ahead of time, except for the baking.  Pancakes too.  Do those the night before.  Different nights of course.

It is still raining and still 46° outside.  It is 69° in the main, 66°up front... baking warmed the place.  I'll bet upstairs is 66° or close, cooler if anything.  I wasn't feeling tired when I sat down to write.  I certainly am now.  Vacuuming, folding, the rest of the counters, dishes of all sorts, and all other proposals have been moved to tomorrow.  Nearly tunnel vision sort of tired.

Still, not a complaint.  I did well.  Impossibly well.  I enjoyed the work.  It didn't feel like work.  It was absolutely effortless.  That is how life once was.  Now it's a few days a year.  What a joy, gift.  If I could do this every day I would... though then I would need to figure out how to get a camel through the eye of the needle.  Okay, in real terms... I actually like it in these current shoes.  Some don't understand, some never will.

It's bedtime.  After a bit to drink, then when I can get up.  Cold tea really hits the spot.  So amazingly exhausted all of a sudden.  Good night.

A very good beginning.

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It took a while to get going.  A bit of reading, considering, and waking.  I keep trying to figure a few things out.  One thing that has been on my mind since moving here was a clothesline.  Metal or wooden, cemented in, but with a pulley system.  The details, particular hardware, my finances (if, I am suspecting, through thievery most close), and tools, were all lacking or swimming through my thoughts as a school of fish through my grasp.

I... think I have what is needed, save a few pieces of hardware, and a stolen extended breaker bar... iron staff or beam more like.  I can get that, after getting my garage sealed.  A broken window, or locks, will clue me to find what is gone, and file an insurance claim and criminal complaint.  One $50-$70 tool?  I wish it was just that.  Hundreds, probably thousands.

I added a few more security parts to the door.  More soon, more arriving, more in the basket.  Not all of it is singular, or simply obvious.  A whole window sealed in plastic acts as both weather-proofing and as a signal of entry.  As I said, b&e is as simple as breaking glass... currently.  I might be able to change some of that, but definitely not all of it.  And, ten, one inch eye bolts, driven into a door, a bit of steel cable, and a tow truck, will easily defeat anything I could put up... assuming a lot of bulletproofing or lots of accurate incoming firepower on their part.  Defense is eventually a losing bet.

After, I set up dishes, most of them?  Then reset sprouts, while starting a new batch, with the fresh seeds which arrived yesterday.  I finally got the bins, trash and recycling, bagged.  I then collected trash and recycling.  I will get one bag of each out yet today, which will be everything.  Small bags, but it's... the smell.  Litter was hit in there too.

Now, to get a shower.  Then one last use of the big tub, for... not exactly dishes... the dehydrator baskets need cleaning.  Too large for the sink, any of them.  It will be an easy, fast, light task.  A trim before a shower.  Perhaps a shave after?  I will try to get to even that.  Things are chugging right along, amazingly.  I'll go for as long as possible.

It was 46° before dawn.  Cloudy.  Well after daybreak and not only is it still dark, overcast, but it was raining last I checked.  Up to 48°, for whatever that is worth.  Odd how sometimes the weather crashes my systems, other times it does nothing, and sometimes it jacks the gig into overdrive.  Oh, I should start that omelette casserole.  A treat, well earned.  Cheese, sliced green olives, carnitas, and...?  Later.

Not brutal, not good.

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Bloat?  Feels like it.  Midsection and internals are ginger.  I don't mean red.  Shoulders are sore, muscles, ligaments, tendons?  Whatever can be felt does hurt.  It is all mild, top to midsection, but with enough volume to have produced a stress headache while I slept.  Further a migraine is trying to open shop above my left brow.  But , I actually think I may be otherwise more awake and able.

What to do?  Treat the pain as possible, fix something to eat... the migraine nausea can almost always be eased by the right foods, and begin planning as I wake.  If exhaustion reasserts, to the point of stopping action, an immediate sleep, rather than drifting through insomnia, will end in a short hard nap, offering my best opportunity at work.  I can't always remember, then do, these things.  They don't always work.  But when pressed...  I... need to get back to work.

All dishes, folding the last of the laundry, all the counters, dicing at least one tomato, a baked omelette, a shower, cleaning the bathroom, trimming the beard to as close to nubs as possible making way for a shave soon, and vacuuming the open living room then taking the vacuum back upstairs to hit up there again soon.  I want baking powder, to sprinkle the carpets with upstairs first.  I used to have half a dozen boxes in storage... gone.  I had thought of adding diatomacious earth.  I don't have bugs, but... that would keep else from considering a move.  Actually, dusting after the vacuuming would be more efficacious in that regard.  Food grade, no risk to us critters.

I woke a bit before dusk, just enough to let the ducks in.  Not only is it good for them to be out, it is drying out their pen.  If Boss would return my equipment, I could empty their pen one of these mornings or nights, and freshen, plus adding clean hay.  Need the wheelbarrow.  I think they are attempting to nest again, it just... It's too messy.  I will just collect eggs... though... I could try to incubate?  Hmm...

As the place is getting cleared and cleaned, solutions to old vexing difficulties are being found.  They haven't all been found, or if found arrived, or if arrived been implemented, but...  Everything from missing items leading to security devices and procedures, to a cutting board holder, and into other troubles never solved because clutter took over before solutions were found then seen through.  Was clutter the problem, or the lack of solutions  (and willingness to toss)?  As I open, clean, and sort, I am trying to solve problems and storage issues as I go.  Everything has to have a place, or be let go.  Otherwise insanity ensues.

Well, the plan, some ideas, aspirin first.  And setting up the rest of my medicines.  Not hungry, nauseous, but an slice of omelette should fix that.  It was 70° upstairs, downstairs in the main and front room, 60° outside.  I've opened things, for what good it will do.  It feels a rather warm 70°?  Strangely, and somehow, yes.  Later.

Oh well.

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Breakfast didn't turn out well.  Overcooked the carnitas.  The eggs were good.  Still, a warm meal was good.  I have more carnitas for the baked omelette.  With cheese, a bit more seasoning, and chives, it should be better.  I might even make keto biscuits.  I haven't tried it, but I purchased carbquik... a low carb version of bisquik?  Similar.

Now, this stuff gets mixed reviews, at best.  However, if you read the instructions, for what is essentially a flour replacement, low marks make sense.  So I went looking for someone with experience cooking and baking, who would... do it right.  I wish I could embed her videos.  Her vids are Debbie's Back Porch, and the ones I saw were biscuits, pancakes, frybread, and chicken batter.

She says at least the pancakes are so alike you won't notice, but most are a bit off.  I'd bet money these are a ton better than stock recipes, and perhaps she is being modest.  I'll find out soon.  I'll be doing the biscuits tomorrow, and maybe the pancakes the day after.  Even as a replacement, you can't have this very often.  A few times a week, max.  I am excited.

The ducks are out, and happily.  I left the water running for just a bit.  I don't know if I will get to more, but I will try to be awake for a while longer.  A few more to five more hours, if possible.  I am trying to sort out days and nights.  Bleh.  And food, chores, life, and else.  I have to be up to put let them in the hutch before dark is all.  Later.

Not... no.

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I did work with the android.  I looked over the pc.  I realized I had no card reader for the play station.  Nothing worked out.  I do know where to go to get what I need to download, and various ways to use the various downloads.  I may have it downloaded... somewhere.  Perhaps.  But... I haven't found the file, so either I didn't get it or the filing system... is too alien for a simple check.

Okay.  I went back over it, found where to check files, not just file memory, so attempted to download again.  Both to the card and to internal memory.  It did something weird, but definitely didn't download a zip or image.  Or it isn't showing up as such.  What I need for the computer is an x-pin to hdmi cable.  Always something.

Anyway, after the first attempt I took a break, had a meal, but couldn't get going again until a bit ago.  I am working on carnitas.  I will either, after finishing them, fry a few eggs to go with some of them, or then do an omelette casserole.  Probably just with a few eggs this morning.  It was 42° well after sunrise this morning.  At 8:00 it is 50° F.

I am hoping it warms in a bit, so as to let the ducks out.  I am sure this weather isn't an issue for them, usually.  But the fluxuations might be as difficult on them as me.  I want to care for them as is possible.  As to rabbits, I am pretty sure I haved decided on the rexes.

Yeah.  I just need this and part of next month to afford, build, and install the cages.  I could do that immediately, but... not willing to press finances.  And it is looking more and more like no more money is coming in.  I would like to see them soon, make a few choices, even put some money down on them.  Required cages size is a part of my consideration.  I wouldn't start with husbandry until September or October anyway.  I am thinking only two litters a year?  Maybe three.

I am hoping dinner... or breakfast really, sort of... will get me ready to work.  A shower, the few dishes left, and work in the bathroom.  I failed to get the bins bagged and trash out.  Maybe bagging a bin a day until done?  I can't do all of them at once, which is why that didn't get done.  Yea, break it up.

Best get ready to check the carnitas and get going with breakfast.  I will only crisp what I will be using immediately.  The rest will cool and get stored confit style, packed in the cooking fat and lard.  If you can't go the easy sausage way, this isn't a bad alternative.  It only gets tastier over time.  Later.

Such generous sleep.

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Generous?  Crushing?  I didn't sleep as I suspected I would.  I was awake until 14:30... IF memory serves.  I am pretty sure.  Then I slept to 21:30 to 22:00.  Sam was hungry.  If using ac, I close up shop.  But with it 70° outside, inside, and 68° upstairs, I just went with two fans and an open door.  It didn't look to be warming outside.

It was 68° upstairs, 70° downstairs, and 58° outside at the crack of dusk, probably a wee after, when waking.  The girls have been fed, the ducks will be shortly.  Not a great schedule, but it's what I can do.  Litter, bagging, and trash out.  I have been sleeping so much that I have produced very little trash.  Still, out!

I am going to figure out how to download one or several OS's for the various raspberry pi's, along with some specific programs, apps, or such... for various apps.  An unused computer, a game console, and a smart phone, all with different and partially gimp issues.  Actually, I am hoping to figure it all on each.  Redundancy.

No, I do not integrate my systems.  Never have.  Convenient?  Sure!  So is not locking your house or auto, going with password as your password, and answering any question without regard to safety or security.  If integrated, and one thing is cracked or fails... not how I work.  Keep them separated.

If I get frustrated with mind work, I can always work on the bathroom.  And I have good food ready to eat.  Oh, I was happily surprised there weren't any limits on purchases, at the store I was in.  I was expecting it.  Still, I try to limit my shopping to a few packages per item, if price was incentive enough for some of it.  Though hardware and grocery stores all had things just... not there.  Large empty spaces.  Just not what I was seeking.

My mother called.  She is changing her medicine.  Unilaterally.  All good.  Ultimately we are responsible, doctors are informed employees... if always looking to make a buck and dependent on specialists, pharmacists, drug makers, and lawyers who are all also trying to make bucks while scratching each others' backs.  We have to watch out for ourselves.  They don't, necessarily.

She is holding off hip surgery to find out what the back doctor has to say.  As, according to the hip specialist, that is where her pain is emanating.  She has had two major back surgeries.  They have done all they can for that.  Ugh.  She is holding off surgery until the back specialist and winter.  Recovery is so much easier in the winter.

I told her, if she wanted, I would stay with her.  She almost started crying, silly goose.  It'll be a bit complicated, but...  I have been there for those usually.  I'm not perfect, but I do okay.  Getting help with a few things, but being there to give meds or help as needed... I am not perfect, but I actually do okay.  Perhaps having a few people lined up to bring a few meals each week.  Perhaps even help with housecleaning, a once a week thing.  I'm just not good at some things.  But I am strong enough and gentle enough to help her move, walk, roll, or such.  I'll even get her jelly cookies.

Hmm?  I don't know.  Only a bite to eat in a bit, then on to it.  Later.

No sleep.

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It wasn't available.  The temperature has read 70° to 71° in here, but it feels quite cold.  At 7:30, it was 45° outside.  At a quarter after nine, it is 58°.  Very strange weather.  Beyond the cool, the air feels thin.  Thinner than usual.  At 4.5k altitude, it has always felt thin.  This feels much higher.  Less stuff in the air from China?  The odder things get, the more I suspect.

Of course, they were slaving their environment as well as their people, for Western bittens and bows.  But there were bound to be repercussions.  It isn't just them.  India too.  Is India still in lockdown?  Last I heard, they were.  I still don't believe lockdowns have anything to do with Wuhan virus, real or not.

It isn't pollution, either.  It is the melt down after .gov and central banks stretching then destroying natural markets.  Why do people buy, even to beyond their means?  In part herd mentality.  If that isn't as stupid as it seems.  No, what is in the air is an economic collapse, created long ago, just being applied now in as controlled a manner as possible.

Often it is wise to go along with the herd until or unless you realize the source of danger or distress and then find a better path.  Otherwise you find yourself all alone, facing bad odds.  Oh, the best predators want total herd mentality.  But the absolutely most vicious predators want weak herd mentality.  In this case, saving money puts you in danger from banks and government predation.  Spending all your money leaves you less opportunity, and at risk of predatory lending, but your money isn't rotting on the vine due to little interest and high inflation.

Money is financial death, if stocks are bankrupt.  Between what companies are really bringing in, have out in stocks and else, plus company debt, none have any real chance at solvency.  Remember when oil was selling for negative prices?  That was a rip in the cloak, allowing you to see the bones of the truth.  Have you heard that Hertz, in bankruptcy, is about to tender a $B in new stock... as a bankrupt entity!  Yea.

This has nothing to do with a pandemic, the environment, or people.  The economy has been a zombie, very possibly, since I was in high school.  They have been trying to sort it out, but there wasn't a way.  They keep trying, each attempt more ridiculous than the last.  But they have kept things going, if wiping out various segments of business and banking as they go.

It is the cost of debt driven fiat currency.  It has never worked.  It always ends in disaster.  Well, and it destroys every business which is involved.  The reason they have kept it going so long is because every nation and company is enrolled.  That won't save the systems.  That is what lockdowns are about.  They had to stop all the dumping of poorly advised spending, and debt, based on the destruction of the markets through easy financing.

That, my friends, is what is happening.  As to global warming?  Lets just say that myth was another failed attempt by globalists to send poisonous work overseas, and increase it's lethality, for various reasons.  I am betting some of the globalists realized pollution was the only thing keeping the planet moderately warmer.  It's not going to get better for a long time.  Get a parka, a good one, and learn to dine on hunger and flavor.  The choice won't always be yours.  Later.

A very long sleep.

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I woke several times.  Two?  Three?  Before being able to wake at 1:30ish.  At 68° to 71°, it wasn't too hot or cold.  Perhaps for the time of year, not sure if that matters?  No weather system going through, showing in any real way.  I can't tell you why, only that I had to work hard to get out of bed.  I am not sure I will be awake for long.

I reset the radish sprouts.  They are sprouting, but slowly.  I have more, fresher seeds, on the way.  I will be price checking locally, and for differing varieties.  Just because it is hippie crap doesn't mean it is all crap.  Since I can't keep a garden, this is as close as I get to fresh greens.  Actually, it IS fresh greens, minus weeding, major watering systems, big planting ops, fertilizing, and being outdoors for hours a day.  A garden is better, but beyond my flesh.

It just isn't traditional greens, or recent history traditional greens.  I suspect cavemen, barbarians through the ages, and simple nomads, pilgrims, and settlers have lived on these, before storebought became the cargo cult of commerce and food, so that selfsustainability has become a culture sign of backwardness.

Dinner.  That pork is seriously excellent.  The fat and meat as butter on toast, melt and blend to perfection.  As such, four to five ounces is easily enough.  A few dishes put away, supper dishes to get a start shortly.  I am probably going back to sleep in a bit.  Leaving bagging, trash collection and removal, and the bathroom for tomorrow.  Ugh.  So very tired.

Good night, again.

A very good sleep.

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I am not quite sure I am staying awake.  Sleep was very good, yesterday if a lighter work day than hoped was fantastic, and I am feeling quite well today.  I just can't be certain I am able to stay awake.  This is very unusual for me.  Usually, when I wake, that is that.  A bit frustrating.  A minor annoyance.

I want to work.  I want to get bins bagged, litter cleared, trash collected and out, then on to a shower and cleaning the bathroom.  Oh, and cooking carnitas, the last bit for the week.  I may have some of those fresh and hot on a salad when done.  HUNGRY!  The majority will be reserved for an baked omelette, though a small portion will be reserved for another salad later in the week.  A pound of meat will be a part of about eight to ten light meals.  I will work, if I am staying up, or when I get back up.

A... strange day.  It is just 18:00, but only 72° outside.  As well, it is 71° in the main, 75° up front, and was 71° upstairs, when I woke... with a fan and one ac going.  It must not have gotten very warm today?  It had begun hitting the eighties.  Very strange to see it backtrack, again.  A peculiar year.  Summer almost has to eventually hit, just not quite yet... or today.  Ah!  That is why I am struggling.  It cooled.

I almost wonder if China and India were allowed unfettered greenhouse gasses, and others such as fluorocarbons, to prove something right that globalists knew to be untrue.  And, while it is untrue, unfettered explosive usage was having such a devastating local or regional effect, even communists were appalled at the human destruction taking place and that which was coming.  They pulled the plug.  The world is rethinking it's strategies for the way forward.  Or their overlords did.

Look to what is remaining available and where it is coming from.  Having a single globalist source for much, which is... oppositionally to the theory... required, isn't sustainable.  Was the pandemic, real, natural, manmade, accidental, or intentional, an Achilles heel or a kill switch for the project?  Some trains can only be stopped via derailment.

Anyway...  I did review the rex versus new zealand rabbits.  I am thinking, probably, so far, I am favoring the rex.  The nz's get up to weight faster.  And I am efficiency minded.  But that isn't the complete consideration.  I prefer to work with better natured animals.  I might consider, soon or late, using the pelts.  And... the eggs!   What would Easter be without them!  ;p  Well, there are... other considerations, I just... back to bed.

Yes.  Back to bed.  Good night, again.  Hopefully just a short nap.  Ugh.

More.

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Drying should be finished.  If not, a quick final spin should fix it.  The dishes were finished.  As well, I got the lettuce, onions, and radishes finished and up.  I will slice at least one tomato soon.  Avocado will take a long while.  After, brots, then pork roast, were cooked.  I always discern roasts before purchase, but you never can tell, not perfectly.  This particular roast, when opened, looked spectacular.  Something about it suggested this would be... special.  A once in a decade, perhaps lifetime, roast.

I cooked it with care.  I added just the right herbs and spices, even salting with serious consideration.  Pulling it before it reached the magic number.  I tented it, allowing it to slowly reach that exact temperature.  Each step being timed, and correctly.  My aim was about as exact as could be.  I let it cool further, so as not to drain so much, as this is for the week.  You can't always tell from a few bites, especially fromthe ends of the roast.  But going by experience, I would suggest this will be a truly exceptional roast.  I only wish it had been more evident in the pakage.  This roast is vastly superior very warm, and with roasted vegetables, and a (even keto) dessert.  I am still excited to taste more.

A few other minor tasks.  The cave has been closed up, except upstairs.  It was 65° outside, last I looked.  It got down to 55° through the night.  It is up to 74° in the main area downstairs.  I'm not sure about upstairs, though I best check.  I'll be sleeping soon.  I need it cool... upstairs was 68°?  Oh, right, I was using the oven all night.

Not perfect.  Not bad.  I sure enjoyed the night.  Some work done.  A few good meals.  Just... not bad.  On to doing a few last things, then back to bed.  God bless.

Scaling back the plans.

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It is a wonderful night.  I am feeling good.  I am also a bit worn from today.

The heat tore me apart.  That was on top of a stretched day and a full (as I can get) working day.  Not a single of those, or even any two, was too extreme.  The combination was or neared what I term as excess.  The sleep and cool helped.  The night cool is helping.  But I am well worn.

Now, I have and continue to, work.  Dishes have been all washed, dried and put up or set to air dry, the last load of laundry is spinning, and a few other projects have been ongoing.  But supper is needed so brots are going.  However, there are only two projects I will push.  First, to get the salad makings rinsed after the soak, dried, and put up.  The other thing is bagging trash bins.

Other than, obviously, food, any other chore or project is extra.  As I cook, I think.  Some things have been sorely missed.  I almost bought a number of things today, but was trying for even a weak modicum of brevity.  Onions.  Fresh.  Vidalia, white, even more the humble yellow... though red goes well with salad.  I would have dithered, been too picky, and still not purchased all... or any.  I will make a list, small, precise, varied... capers, a bell pepper, onions, whole Cali garlic.  The little things.

Oh, as to work, I will do those two things and just what else is possible.  The same with the rest of the weekend.  Little, brief, quiet, efforts.  Only trash getting out will be the requirement for the rest of the weekend.  If more is wanted.  Perhaps cleaning the bathroom, but in small parts.  All good.  Oh, but cleaning the stove top and oven are the highest of the non-required tasks.

Still, all in all, a pleasant... very early morning.  It is, some days, to just be alive.  This is one of them.  Later.

When did I crash?

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According to the phone it was probably between sixteen and sixteen thirty.  I received a return call from one of the rabbit ranchers.  It was a good conversations.  It regarded the rabbit breed I was less inclined to consider, if in part due to ignorance.  She was vastly more cordial in person.  :p  she does, and will, have rabbits available, currently and in the immediate future, but summers are off for breeding, so after the arriving lots, it will be a while.

Anyway, I want to research the breed.  Rex.  Another, pig latinized?, word for king?  Her clarification was what I generally want in a rabbit, if she spoke right and true and if I heard what she actually said and understood corretly.  From what I gathered, a reasonable meat rabbit, if a bit slow to grow, which is pleasant enough to be a pet?

A lot of caveats, but... those are the questions everyone needs to ask about every conversation and reading they do.  We, too often, hear (read) what we want to hear (read), censor what is disfavored, inconvenient, or too complicated for one blink set understanding, and make assumptions about the data follow, lead, and speaker (writer) which truly isn't from the data.  Leading it.  Following it.  Or turning the mere messenger into the prophet, or orginator, developer, actual author instead of merely the or an observer.

I did put the last load of laundry over, put the food away, and cleaned and soaked the lettuce, spring onion bunches, and radishes.  As well, I left a few packs of meat out.  I had wanted pork sausages, or ground pork.  While most pork was reasonable, ground pork was terribly expensive, but I found slightly diced pork on a serious sale... easy carnitas!?!  I think that is what they are called.  That, brots, and the roast will all be cooked tonight, to last the week.

The carnitas will be made, most being added to an egg casserole.  I... have heard of simple egg casseroles and baked omelettes.  I am definitely an omelette guy!  So I had to do a bit of digging as to the difference.  After just the first vid on baked omelettes... just as I thought I failed to see, it hit me.  Whipping.  It is a matter of how long and well you beat the eggs.  Gotcha!

Prices.  Mostly upward, none down, if mostly not as bad as anticipated... except with beef... $7 or $8 a pound, for chuck roasts!  Availability wasn't too bad, if I didn't check tp or such.  Beef was bad, but not as bad as Iowa, at $4 a pound for hamburger, $6 and more there.  Pork was actually similar or less... to Iowa.  I bought enough meat for two small packs a week for about two months.  Not a lot of meat, and pretty light eating, with as much better filler as possible.  Carnitas, warmed and spiced, would do well on salads too.  I hope to add to the larder early next month.  I am definitely not wasting.

Tonight?  Another shower, finishing laundry and dishes.  Hitting the counter tops... finishing those, and cleaning the stove and oven, then doing sweet cooking!  A clean oven will call even the Lord's blessed attention.  Cain, Cain, Cain, veggies are second place, even in God's way.  Offer them up, not in pride but humility, and your reward will be fitting.  ;p  Later.

Hella day!

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With help, I made it to three stores.  Mostly price checking.  The credit I was counting on was gone, didn't even receive notice.  Oh well.  So... I will have to rethink things.  No more ducks anyway, of the sort I am seeking.  No more until next year.  But they can order the type I want... when in season.

Rabbits?  I was given a few phone numbers.  No clue as to status.  Perhaps in a few days (potentially), perhaps in a few months.  Or more.  I would pay more to make sure the lines aren't crossed, and are... pure... as that goes.  Rexes and another sort.  Too hot and tired, I'll call tomorrow.

Duck season?  Rabbit season?  Sorry, Buggs.

As to bedding, lights, etc, local is far superior in price, if extremely limited in variety.  Everything needed seemed in good supply.  Oh, and while credit has been removed, I received notice that another stimulus check is definitely on the way.  I won't be needing credit.  Then again, only one type of critter is in the offing, and maybe not for a few months at that.  I won't need credit, or even the stimulus.

Hmm... I will spend some, on food stores.  But I'll keep some around for... well... look around.  The sky may not be falling.  But it is shitting hard knocks woefully poorly aimed!  Those sob's had better hope I don't get wings like my uncles.  I will NOT miss.  And a three hundred pound pigeon will lay em' flat.  SCRATCH THAT, it was, I believe, for last month.  That notice took a long time to get here!

I called both women about rabbits.  Both went to their message before allowing me to leave a message.  The first one said she wouldn't give her name.  Either "you know her and her name, or you should go away"?  Okay.  Text is better.  I may text too.  The other one started similarly, only instead of a message, it was a partial track from devil woman, then her name as she spoke it, then a beep.  No indication to leave a message.  I did.  May have to text that one too.  A rough dating scene, neurosis, or wall-hitting hopeful paranoia?  Wow!

Groceries, mint seeds, drill bits, and a tangent item, dry drywall mud.  I want to move the shower curtain out six inches.  I will need to patch the new to be old holes.  There is enough for a lifetime of home repairs... for a younger man.  So I'm giving some of it to a younger man.  I like that stuff.  It doesn't go bad.

Everything is up.  I finished the last dishes in the tub.  I turned both ac's on. And now it is time for bed.  A very good day.  But that sun absolutely punished me.  Wee!  Good night, afternoon, and day.

Extremely late start.

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A shower first, an hour before.  Then a start around five?  Pretty close.  And slow.  Dishes have been set, washed, and reset.  Not many, but two various loads.  A load of laundry went through.  It's about time to switch that through.  Just dusting linens, two loads worth.  The last of dishes and laundry.  Everything from before is caught up.

I am hoping to bag trash cans shortly.  Perhaps after cycling laundry.  Oh, a shopping list... lists... created.  Some of it is simply price checking.  Though, if the prices are much better, I may well bite.  Checking prices for a few specific tools and parts and pieces for rabbit hutches and raising ducklings, plus investigating obtaining those critters.

I could do one, or the other, immediately, but probably not both without using debt.  However, to be honest, I'd rather a bit of debt and the animals and setup than not, especially with the costs of food.  I sort of doubt anything will be available.  I'm not even sure if the components and hardware will be available.

It was 48° this morning, several hours after sunup.  But the world seems to be getting back to the business of summer.  A few days of eighty or higher and cool nights will be fond memories.  It got to seventy later or early, around midnight give or take two, and has stayed that all night.  Cool enough with a few fans going.

Finally, a bit of work.  I'd like to get to more.  We'll see.  Drats.  No roast until later.  Then again, that gives me a chance to clean the oven.  Hmm, but not until evening.  I don't want to heat the house, in any way, until...  Ah!  Charcoal and lighter fluid!  For the list!  I may be too tired to cook, but that opens up hot meals during days in the future.

Well, a start.  More yet, probably.  And... Friday?  Super!  Then I didn't kill the whole week.  I thought it was Saturday, which is the weekend, so doesn't count as part of the week.  And, yes, it does make a difference.  You have no idea how important these little seemingly insignificant distinctions mean to me.  It's the little bits of humanity left to me.  I... can go without.  Have.  Usually do.  But, sometimes...  Later.

From good to harsh, and back again...

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I was doing well.  I was sure I would be able to work.  Then I simply came undone.  I called my mother, but she had other things to do.  Said she would call back.  I... didn't think she was going to do so.  I'll check shortly... okay, she did call back.  When in the midst of many pains and sufferings it is... difficult to trust, believe.  Not only does sight grow dim, but the whole world can, sometimes artificially.  Darkness.

What went wrong I can't say.  So many things, parts, areas, and pieces started to hurt, and so quickly, I couldn't sort it out.  I sought sleep as a refuge.  As I wake, what remains is a grumpy upper skeleton and attachments, a midsection which is tender everywhere, with the sensation of bloat which keeps the other pains fresh.  It feels as if I was in a serious fight a few days ago, then bloat enhanced the pain by making it difficult to tighten in so as to manage the pain.  Aspirin didn't help last week.  I will try it again.  I'm mostly used to pain though, so... whatever.

Oh, I keep exploring foods, spices, and drink.  Even if keto isn't able to help me lose weight, I do believe it is beneficial enough to attempt to maintain.  A drink I have used before, is jugs of water with lemon and mint, or other such fruit and spice or herb.  I should continue with that.  I have been enjoying perrier, and will continue that, and tea.  But those cost money, more money.  Plus, I would like to begin a mint growing group somewhere... perhaps a planter, or two.  Incentive.

Another item I have been exploring is salt.  I have gone with pink salt.  However, I am really not trusting foreign foods.  Especially in that region of the world... the asshole of it right next to even worse.  What is worse than the asshole?  I don't know the words for it.  Currently it goes by China, though it has been/is the USSR, North Korea, Vietnam, Cambodia, Cuba, and others.  Anyway, there IS a US pink salt mining company.  Redmond.

I have been trying their salt.  The good?  It has a slightly stronger saltiness.  Most others are weak, mild.  It is from the US.  Pricey, if typical for better salts.  The bad?  Gritty.  It seems to dissolve well, mostly, when cooked.  But at the cost, it is a finishing not culinary salt (if acceptable as a brining or pickling salt).  As such, the grittiness is a serious problem for me.

I really tried to love it.  I want to like it.  I just can't.  Still, if you are into pink salts, I would recommend it as worthy of an opportunity.  Perhaps you have different allowances.  Yes, teeth on metal unnerves me to the point I quietly and quickly leave such people's ao, even when that might be socially, economically, or familially complicated, for example.  Or maybe it was the lots I have tried.  I will use it up, in cooking.  But I continue my quest for a US finishing salt.

Don't even try to compare those to the states, though Seattle is showing what evil dem leadership creates, and how weak the other dem party really is.  I hope they are just letting the dogs eat through their own and what they have claimed?  That fence they started might just be completed, on the other side, with no escape?  No, no balls.

My mother called again, again.  I told her about my troubles.  We both had a chuckle.  We can both be babies that way.  If it's your nature, might as well enjoy the dark, and light, of it.  At least with her, we are... if not on the same page, at least aware of the page the other might be on.  We are as familiar and alike as family can be.  Naturally... natural disasters... depending on mood.

I will try to hit the same list.  I will have to push through the dense vegetation of a dying body, find control for pain, focus through the fog.  But... it might be possible.  Even if the aspirin doesn't alleviate any current pain, if it stymies extra pain from exertion that might be enough.  Odd what a bit of light through the shadows can do for resolve.  Something to eat first?

It hit around eighty today!  If it levels there and slowly heats up, life will be good.  If it rockets up, I will fall again.  I am... cautiously hopeful.  I will take things one step at a time.  I will try to use the warmth to my advantage while controlling for potential upsets.  I have limits with the cold... no heating options upstairs.  Heat?  I can solve for some of that.  Heating too fast and mitigation is limited.

Planting, cutting grass, cleaning, bird and rabbit considerations.  Oh?  Yes.  Rather than meat birds, I am thinking of meat rabbits.  More efficient, easier to work from small to freezer, no ranging worries, less expensive, and their poo is fertilizer right out the tap!  I would still like a few more egg ducks, maybe a pair of geese as guard animals?  Or a bigger caged bird tractor?  Electrified, if so.

Well, on to a trim and shower.  After a bite of something.  Ugh.

Awake, better, planning.

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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.

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.

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.

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!

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°!?!

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.

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.