One step further.

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I had been well, after the counters.  I then had a snack, then another, during a long break.  After a couple hours, I went to sort out frozen foods, here, there, and to be thawed.  Which went well.  I got a good deal arranged, all that I wanted.  Some things set out for thawing, much into the other freezer.  It sure looks like I am down on food though.  Ugh.  Still, I have enough... for a while.

A tea was needed, and set up.  I figured I would take a short rest before moving on to dishes.  As I neared my seat I got weak.  Legs got rubbery.  I had made it back to sit just in time.  Oh, I wouldn't have lost my legs.  Just that walking would suddenly have been an expensive procedure, energywise.  I was losing strength quickly.  No problem.  With the counters clean, and clear, there is plenty of room for dishes when I can get to them.  I suspect I will get to them yet tonight, at least most of them.  The ones already set up.

As well, I really plan on a shower.  A much needed shower.  And, I will leave the remaining dishes until whenever, choosing to keep the bathtub clear until tomorrow morning, for a second shower.  I love those things.  Then, probably, set up the last of the dishes and maybe bulldoze through them, with easy access to places to set them to dry, and gloves to handle hot or cold greasy or ugly dirty water without troubles.

It really is shaping up.  I am using my trash cans in order, one at a time.  I used to use them all, sort of, at once.  But that... gets confusing.  Why so many trash bins?  Some for various places, others... to try to buy time when I couldn't manage things well.  I have one in the living room and this the computer room, the rest are in the kitchen.  Supposed to be.  I'll move one into the living room soon.  The living room and computer room only get dry trash, so... it's... not as important.

But, yes, for wet kitchen scraps and such, one at a time is best.  Having several cans will buy me time, if not as much.  Oh, and I should find the swing lids for on top, to keep the girls out when I discard meats.  I figured out the problem, and a solution... bag the scraps in smaller plastic bags (reused grocery bags).  And, that worked for a while, until Sam (probably) realized a) chicken (or else she really likes) had been cooked, b) I couldn't have eaten it all, and c) she probably knew where the remnants were!  Gah!

Still, with one can being used, from now on when I do something that might tempt the little she-devil, it will be bagged and taken out right after cleanup.  I keep trying to figure things out.  I have excess, of some things.  Which allows troubles to brew, though it allows, eventually, a better way to do things.  It is amazing how difficult it is to learn.  Then again, health can be crippling, so it isn't always a fair fight or learning curve.  That changes, from time to time.

Quite a better looking house.  A piece at a time.  A lot to go.  But an amazing few days with actually not all that much done.  But what is done has been proximate, relatively quick, and ending up adding up a great deal.  Ribs hurt a bit.  I'm not actually sure why.  There wasn't much bending, or even all that much elbow grease used.  Mostly.  Still, I'll keep at it as able.

I thank God, every night, for whatever I do toward clearing, cleaning, cooking, tending critters, and give it over to His glory.  All things are to His glory.  That He shares that, in some meaningful ways, is a testament to His even greater glory.  Now, to get a few more things yet today.  If you have never done such, you ought to, sometime.  Just so you understand the grace whoever does that work really provides... to God, and to you.  Amen.

A pretty good showing.

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The counters are finished.  Just the top surfaces, but all of them.  Stove, actual counters, and the flat top freezer top.  Some fronts were done, some before as with the stove from the last time I cleaned, to a cupboard and starting another.  I realized, however, that energy is scarce.  For me to finish the counters, pull out and organize the freezers, then hit dishes, plus chores, maybe a few boxes broken down or delivered to the basement, and maybe upstairs work and hobbies (unlikely, all of it, but... even some of it) I would need to focus on exact tasks.  This time.

I didn't completely wear out, on seemingly a cellular level.  My lungs aren't burning.  And.  I didn't want to push it that far.  Still, I can tell, it was a workout.  Two of the counters needed a lot of work, the rest were pretty good.  The stove top... it surprises me how well that can turn out sometimes.  Last time it came out so-so.  This time, while not quite new looking, it is still amazing.  Like... a few weeks old?  A year, with good upkeep?  Boiling over, I think, makes the worse permanent mess.  But even that is hardly noticeable.

I moved whatever needed moving more easily than I thought would be the case.  There are quite a number of dishes, two dish pans and more, to be cleaned.  One is a dishpan full which had been cleaned, then got pushed back, and never touched.  Dusty, should be easy.  The other stuff isn't too bad, relatively light and fresh.  Still, the tub is nearly full, so it... I don't know about today.

I do think, after a break and time for the kefir smoothie to digest, I can get back and to the dishes.  At least what is set up.  I won't put the other dishes in, not until after a shower.  Assuming I get that far.  Everything I am planning is a running tally.  A hope.  If I run out of steam for this, perhaps a few boxes though.  Or even a bit of organizing while sitting.  I never know what is possible.

Still, the real, to me, bottleneck is handled.  I don't think dishes will be as much of a chore, plus I can sit.  Oh, I just have to remember to pull meat out of the freezer, some to be put into  the smaller freezer which is always available, some to be set to thaw.  Meat for crumble, maybe a roast, chicken if I have it, brats if there are any in the big freezer, and some thin cuts I may turn into jerky.  The last may go into the freezer, until this weekend.  As well, I want to fill the small freezer with more meats.  Yea.

I can probably hit that in an hour, or two, when it is time to do start the dishes.  Rests seem to help.  And I really would like to hit ten boxes, and maybe do a bit more clearing upstairs.  Just a few things, each time I wake, go up to sleep, or when I have extra energy or time, seems to be getting me closer to completing the project.  A drop in a bucket does add up.  Later.

That wasn't great.

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Just doing chores, and a bit more, smacked me back down.  The cold and dark isn't helping, but this is energy issues.  Blood sugar is 116, so it's... good.  That is, say, an hour after breakfast?  About that.  Probably as good as it gets after meals.  Not too low, which is always the fear, really.  I have just pushed a bit hard and long.

I am not actually terribly tired, or weary, or sleepy, it is just, after doing a bit, my body just begins shutting down.  That doesn't mean I am quitting, but I do need to sit for a bit when it does that.  After this break, I will hit the counters, then probably have a bit for lunch.  But what?  I'm just not sure.  Oh, with the counters clean, I can go through things, put more foods back into the litter freezer as well, and sort through what I have and where.  Well, and pull meats out to thaw.

Hmm, a larger kefir berry smoothie would probably be quite enough for a lunch.  Though... maybe the last bratwurst while at it.  I do love those things.  As perfect as pork gets in a portable package.

After the counters, lunch, and a sit, I will hit the dishes.  I am going to try to get every single pot, pan, fork, dish, and bowl done.  As well, after, I may begin seasoning some of the cast.  It is a pleasant, slow, easy task which makes me feel better.  Plus, when I get in and get garlic, I will get enough to do garlic confit.  Oh... I have meant to look through my store, regarding evoo.  There are a few tags which might prove helpful in sorting real from faux.  If the cost isn't too great locally, assuming they are available and all else makes sense, I may purchase a bottle.  Though I may use lard, since I have the right stuff in that.  I may even have good tallow in the fridge... sealed tightly.  Anyway... seasoning some pots and pans today, though more if, when, the garlic comes through.

Yeah.  The cave really is beginning to come together.  A long way to go, but this is farther than I have ever been, on my own, and on more fronts that I thought possible.  Further, I am exploring tips, tricks, and ideas as to how to clean everything from the oven to grout on floors and walls, wash down walls, and other such.  Getting a bit ahead, but if I... don't have an idea of what to do with the things I fear, I may bottleneck.  Even if those ideas don't work, they are a start.  And that, sometimes, is required.

So, on to the counters.  Later.

Well, time to get to work.

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The ducks were out!  Not need to let them out.  I did freshen their water.  They still have food, so all good that way.  I checked the rabbit feed and water.  all out of food, but water was still flowing.  Even so, fresh water, warmed, shortly.  It was 30 last time I looked, and probably colder last night.  It's a chill one, with the air pregnant with moisture.  And a breeze, from time to time.  It's a winter day, dark, cold, wet.  Still, it's a pretty one.  As I like... my women... sometimes.  Bitty Bitter Betty's pity party.

After I get the waterers out, I will hit the counters.  I don't think dishes will be that bad, and I can set while doing them.  The counters are going to be a major chore.  And I am still tired.  Even so, I think I can get through those.  As well, I created a short grocery list.  I am not sure how much money I have, though perhaps fifty, perhaps even three times that.  Though I don't want to spend it all.  

I'm not sure if the vehicles need gas.  The SUV does.  It has enough to get to town easily, probably several trips, but pushing it.  I think the Cruz is good.  Will check.  If so, that would be much preferred to drive in.  Whenever... I drive in.  Today?  Tomorrow?  Saturday?  It is Thursday, right?  Ah, yes it is.  I still have a batch of chicken stock, with some chicken and sausages.  But veggies would be good.

Studying while I wake.

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Cleaning tips, to be honest.  The oven, cat messes, general home, bathroom, and carpet cleaning.  If they push vinegar and baking powder, I have serious doubts.  Vinegar is good for some things, but it doesn't really clean, or clear pipes, or... it has a small little section of use.  It does disinfect, or can.  It might even help with hard water marks, if there are better supplies, at least for more difficult spots.  But it doesn't degrease (for oven cleaning, or cat messes).  It doesn't take off soap scum.  It doesn't do a lot of things claimed.  Then again, you get the people who are selling other products, and again, try to have those used where they don't fit.

A bit of experience leads one to follow more closely what works and what doesn't.  And, avoid pure sales vids.  Some of them, when they aren't selling one thing directly, they are selling other things indirectly.  Still, if I think that works, I may see about alternatives.  Like... S.O.S. pads?  I haven't found an alternative yet, but may look for one.  I do see why and how it would work, in the oven, without tearing it up.  But I might consider and alternative if it is reasonable.  Though they are pretty cheap.

One group seems to be selling products, another a "free" life... which never really works.  It's like believing in nudist living, or living on sunshine and water.  That just doesn't work.  Selling, it's all about selling.  So it becomes a matter of looking for those who are selling what you are interested in buying.  Then trying it out.  There is one definite video I would certainly like to try.  Will it work?  Only one way to find out.

Now that is a nap!

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I didn't go in until 14:00 and small change.  But I went out immediately.  I woke a few times.  I remember the alarm, but not when it happened.  Just, later, I realized it had gone off if I don't remember anything else about it.  At about ten, I started waking in some way that would have made it possible to get up... or for a while?  I really pushed the last week to five days.

Somewhere in there I had a terrible bloody nose.  Both nostrils, and it was just flowing out.  I clogged them and did the only thing I could do after... went back to sleep.  That must have been earlier in the night, say 20:00~21:00?  I can't be sure, and if I looked at the time... which I probably did, with the flashlight on and having to find tissue with which to clot the nostrils.  I don't remember the time, or anything other than it was dark outside.  Which... has been the majority of the time of sleeping.

It was about 03:30 when I finally started getting up.  I had to go, but the pee jug was questionably full.  And it was time anyway.  I am draining well, without the pills.  I keep meaning to start them, but then...  Hmm, with things not set, it will be a while before the hearing.  And I am doing better.  Might have to try to add medicine in.  Staring with everything that doesn't give any problem, for a week, then right to full strength on the other stuff the next week.  It seems, at this point, to take me down for a couple of weeks.  Though, maybe, at this level of function, it might just mean light duty.  And light duty hasn't been too bad lately.

Never sure if the bloody nose is finished, I pulled the clots, and... nothing.  Blood everywhere.  That stuff was just about to flood my area.  I washed it, a bit roughly, so as to start it flowing if it was a weak closure.  Nope, seems pretty closed, if being up and about might itself restart it.  By the looks of things, the clots shut the bleeding down quickly.  There wasn't a lot of buildup, just dry blood around the nostrils and a little ways in.  Very odd.

A minor set of aches, most likely from an extended sleep.  I will take a few pain pills right away.  I had some of the vinegar and lemon tart juice, to clear some of the dry throat caused by the plugged nose, and am hitting tea right off, as I am thirsty as can be.  That helped, the tea is good, but it will take a while.  I have lost so much fluid in the legs and probably torso recently, even without the water pill, that the skin on my legs hurts.  It's like there is too much skin.  I also seem to be losing weight... girth anyway.  Mostly from the sides.  I don't think that is water loss, either.  The water buildup in the midsection hides really well, and never really shows when it goes.  No... this is keto at work, I do believe.

Why do I retain fluid on keto?  Bad heart.  Untreated currently, due to my inability to manage meds.  The backflow must be immense.  I am drinking a lot less water, a quarter of my highs (usually).  Every once in a while, I break down and drink four gallons in a day, but usually I can keep it to between an half and a whole gallon, or at worst two.  No, this is backflow.  I'll... get on that.

Now, to wake, ease the pain a bit, drink some fluid in, and look around.  Not much to see in a land of desolation.  Still, there are some things still out there.  Thuggery rules, but... often does itself in.

Later.

A nap, I think.

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Rabbits, lunch, a trim, looking up how to make a monkey's fist.  I ended eating two brats, one just didn't quite do it.  Hungrier than I realized.  With tea, it worked well.  Little things, here and there, if not much.  All good.  I haven't been moving or doing anything quickly.  The furnace had been to 74, due to the cool.  But with the waterers warmed and out, I turned it down.  It does seem chilly, but... all good.

A nap, I am hoping.  A short one.  Counters, still, then dishes.  It really shouldn't take all that long, actually.  And, even if it does, when I get into something lately, I am motivated to finish.  Dishes will be quick, I learned yesterday.  If it will probably be two sets of work, with a break between.  I just can't keep going quite now.

I wonder about setting an alarm.  I have been trying to allow myself to sleep as needed, but then I haven't been napping.  And, I have regained my day, I would like to keep it.  Still, if I need sleep...  Perhaps an three hour timer?  I am hoping it will be an hour, or two.  So I should be up before the alarm.  But three should be overly plenty, probably.  Yeah, I'll set the alarm for three hours, and race to get out of bed before it sounds.  I... truly hate that sound.

Later.

Ah.

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I forgot to grill the brats last night.  So, today.  While I have been waiting for it to warm, I lit the grill.  Wasn't sure which would happen first, but the rabbits won out.  Feed, water, and some attention, plus I opened their tarps.  It's warm enough, they should enjoy both the weather, the view, fresh air, and sunshine.  In some ways they don't care?  But, I suspect they actually do, in their own ways.

The grill got lit, now has to cool a bit.  Brats in a bit.  I'll probably have one as a snack.  The rest will be cooled and eaten with else.  I thought I had more packs, but... apparently not.  They are a great keto food.  One if you aren't hungry yet know you need to eat.  Two if hungry.  three if you pushed and really have to have something in you.  A pack has five, so that usually offers a meal and three snacks to a couple snacks and meals, or a big and little meal.

After that, I'll be looking into getting the counters cleaned.  All of them, all over again, including the ones which haven't been touched yet.  It'll be a bit of a trick, but doable.  It will be more work than I kept thinking it would be.  It'll be an hour, if I can do it straight, maybe two even so.  It isn't just washing, which would be fifteen minutes.  It is clearing, cleaning that off, drying it, finding a place for it or putting it in the wash.  Never as simple as it might be.  Still, perhaps, I could do it in an hour.  This will be the first time, in probably a year, that all of my counters have been cleaned at once.  And, probably, the first time since my mother visited, that everything on top has been cleaned and organized as well.

Got it!

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Nearly two months, and lots of uncertainty.  I am hoping that just got fixed today.

A call, early.  Perhaps their time, and schedule, mean an afternoon call, even by 13:00 here, is not going to get through.  So, at around 09:00, I placed the call.  It was on standby for a while.  Still, the whole of the call was under ten minutes by roughly a quarter.  And, when it rang, it was answered promptly.  I was prepping breakfast, so had to put that on hold and get to my desk.  I didn't get far into breakfast prep for this very reason, just setting and getting ready to begin heating.

I was incorrect.  There hasn't been a new court date set, which... helps a lot.  I must have confused the February thing with April?  Stress, and getting no where with paperwork, and time, and worry all add up to confusion at times.  So... with no court date set, that... gives me time.  Further, I explained that I have been having trouble getting paperwork from my local ssa office.

No problem.  An email address was required.  A password to access it was set and checked.  Plus, information on lawyers and national assistance offices is being sent as well.  I didn't remember receiving that, but may have?  Still, good to receive again.  I will... be working with whoever I may, calling pretty quickly during this week.  Doing follow up.  And by the end of the week, contacting lawyers directly, probably even if I find some assistance.  Bleh.

So very happy.  I was beginning to wonder if I had simply been cut out of the loop and hope.  Call after call, promise after promise, nothing coming, arriving, showing.  I do suspect this is all for nothing, but I... want to give it a real shot.  As much as I can.  So... I will.  Ugh.  So very good to have that done.  Or... that part.  Now for the next set of hurdles.

I have since had breakfast.  Casserole and kefir.  Not a lot, I... just am not hungry.  Actually, now, I am too full.  I'll need a bit to catch up, digest... if kefir really helps with that.  Then to dishes.  Or rabbits?  Or counters?  Actually, either counters or rabbits first, depending on the temperature out there.  One then the other.  THEN, when possible, dishes.  A bit of sliding, a break or two in there, certainly a break after.  Then to some boxes, work upstairs, and then to crafts.

Yes, yes indeed.  I... think I can do a bit.  Still light duty, today.  But a start.  And something.  Not just another nothing day.  When it warms up out there, it will be easier to get on to rabbitry work.  It'll happen.  Oh, I ought to call my bank, see if money is in.  Gah!  Always waiting on something.  Good morning, day, and later.

Oh, right.

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Awake enough to realize, I am totally burned out.  It's down to the cells.  They are simply without energy.  They have been used to exhaustion, and can't seem to make or find more.  It will be a slow day.  But I am pretty sure I can get the things done that are listed.  Hobbies?  I'm not worried, if one or two can probably be done, or started.  Maybe all, if I can focus.

Nothing hurts, mostly.  A few aches in the shoulders, but not the tightness that can happen.  I think from carrying the grains.  But, down at seemingly the cellular level, there is a burning, all around the body.  And the lungs tickle and burn just a bit.  I haven't eaten, perhaps that will help.  A slice of casserole, with something hot... perhaps just spices added as it heats.  That and kefir.

A bit more on the internet, maybe a start to calling, and then after an hour, on to dishes.  After that, the rabbits.  It is only 22 F out there, last I looked, so I didn't want to put waterers out.  They may well just freeze, and quickly.  Could feed them though?  Rather do that all at once.  Yea, I best get some food in.  I'm not physically hungry, but... maybe it will help.  Later.

How is that possible?

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I woke at 07:00, pretty much on the dot.  Here, as I sit, it is 08:00?  Definitely on the dot.

I did a bit, before sitting, but?  Let me think.  I started out working upstairs.  Picking a few things up, including water bottles as I have started sipping at night, sometimes.  Then picking up scraps of paper and such up from off the floor.  I grabbed a couple of boxes, two, small, to be brought down and broken.  Just a bit more tidying.  Okay.

Ah, then, since it was just dawn, I remembered... before letting the birds out, I needed to refresh their feed.  Which, at this point, is a combination of three bags.  So, into the garage, one bag at a time, until I had all three over there.  I have to mix them.  the only good way to do that is to put partial bags in, blend within reason, then add another say third, and on until I have them all in.  So, yea, that takes a while.  And will break a sweat.

Then to feed the ducks, put it out for them.  And while doing that, I redid their pool, mostly.  I cleaned it yesterday, so just dumped and replenished today.  Usually don't do that twice in a row, just a few times a week.  But while I was at it.  Though that didn't add any time, really.  Still, that... all... I guess that took an hour.  It seemed to go by so fast though!  Not really awake yet?  Right.

A lemon perrier, cheaper than beer or soda, so I can't complain.  Teeth brushed too.  I try to remember before eating, and give it an half hour.  Not sure if there is acidity in the perrier?  Never can be sure about anything.  Still, done.  As I type, and wake, I'll figure out the day?  Could start figuring while I am writing, waking, and sipping.

First, dishes.  A good hit.  And, if they seem to be clean, a rinse.  Then I have to hit counters, so as to get the pots, pans, and else out to air dry.  I won't just do the ones which haven't been hit, might as well do the "clean" ones first, then get the crusty ones.  Everything has been used, everything needs it.  Then finish the dishes.  Then begin calling again.  Oh, but a shower in there.  A trim too, probably before I hit dishes.

Other than a few more boxes broken down any anything that goes with it, and trip to the basement with a broom, food, and mousetrap gear and bait... that might be it for the day.  If so, between calls, I may begin doing a few simple(?) projects.  I have the supplies and kit to make monkey fist keychains.  I'd like to kick a few of those out, at least one.  As well, I've been wanting to make a sling, like what David used against Goliath.  I have the leather and cord.  I have also been curious about making from parts of other leather thimbles and from raw materials, a leather thimble or three of my own.  The bought ones are too small, but with a little refitting, they might work.  Making one whole cloth should definitely work.  Further, I'd like to make a few different sizes.  So as to be able to use any of a number of my fingers to push the needle through... whichever angle presents best for whichever shot.  I'm looking for fit of thimble and speed of sewing.  Perhaps thimbles on several fingers on each hand?  Who knows.  Just a thought.

Hobbies, crafts, something to do when I can't do much.  And, things which might lend to me getting out more often.  If I can get the sling down, just looking for fit stones, along some dry dusty riverbed, or ravine?  Dunno.  It would give me a reason to be out.  Sure, you could use steel ball bearings, but those will cost you a fortune.  And minting your own lead ammunition would cost too.  Not sure about anything, but... something to do.

Ugh, time to wake.  My lungs have a tickle from carrying the grain.  Glad that isn't a daily.  Later.

Finishing up.

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I lost track, waiting for the sun to go down.  It's been down for a bit.  I did a few things, rinsed my drink jug, took silverware in to be washed, had another minor meal, and puttered here or there.  I did get the trash from the overflow out.  Mostly just stuff as I wind down, little finishing touches which should make tomorrow easier.  This, that, and the other thing.

The ducks are in, the tarp pulled down for the rabbits, everything ready for chores tomorrow.  And I should be able to hit dishes right away, or... earlier on.  Plus a call.  Or calls, as it might work out.  Hopefully I can get through the dishes, and counters, in order to get a shower.  So close to having, pretty much, all dishes done, even the wayback stuff which I had been doing bit by bit.  Quite a chore.

Sweeping downstairs, as I take things down.  Nothing in cardboard is going down.  Just cans, mostly.  Only some plastics.  That's all some things may be obtained in.  More boxes broken down, and hopefully some clearing upstairs.  I'll take a box of baking powder and the vacuum when I go.  I hadn't been back up since suggesting I would do that.

A bit at a time, but it really is improving.  Faster than I would have thought possible.  Pretty tired though, internally.  Odd that I'm not excessively tired, sleepy.  Though I think I will sleep well.  Tomorrow is another light day though.  If  Thursday, or the rest of the week, will be slow too depends on things like whether I continue to get dizzy, see starts, get tunnel vision.  If not, or even if so, I may see how far I can push.  Just... because.  Tomorrow, though, will be light duty.  I plan on Thursday being back to a regular beat.

What a day.  Oh, the snow stopped, but it was sprinkling, raining lightly, between there.  The wind went down, as well.  It was 32 F, last I checked.  It is slowly going down.  Good evening and night, God bless.

Cold, windy, and snowing again.

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I checked on the ducks.  Still trying to stay up late enough to see them stowed.  Thought they might choose to get out of the weather.  Nope!  Enjoying the pool, playing grabass, and eating snow flakes for fun.  Henry... gets a thing for the 'foreign' girls, from time to time.  And ol' Herc has a heck of a time trying to keep him off.  And while Herc is busy that way, Theseus is grabbing some on the side too.  Damned kids!

Anyway, it's not time to let them in.  A few kalamata olives, but just a few.  Salty, but tasty.  I'd like to eat more but I am rather still full.  Had to stuff the ten or twelve little olives in.  Oh, brats?  I could grill those.  Might cause enough hunger to eat one?  Maybe.  Something to do, and I don't want them to go bad.  Just plain brats.  The rest?  One or two into the soup, one or two with eggs, or another for snacking eventually.

If the other eggs are good, and they should be.  They are the freshest of the storebought.  I will boil eggs tomorrow.  Some for snacks, some for pickling.  Hmm, maybe I could chop a few of the brats and put those in... once cooked.  I would like to try a number of sausages, kielbasa included.  I just like the idea of sausages with the eggs.  It could... improve the texture, or offer contrasting texture?  And flavor.

I'll also feed the girls again, before bedtime.  They sure have been hungry.  I don't want them to eat too much, but I don't want them to starve, either.  Is it the weather?  Changing from warm to cool, to even cold?  The darkness?  At least I got a spot of sunlight when feeding the rabbits.  Oh, I will close their tarps down, keep them warmer.  It isn't as much the temp, as the wind, plus the snow... wet.

Bits and pieces.  Still, it was a good day, if not completely successful.  Tomorrow.  Tomorrow, as today, will be a lighter work day.  The goal is to finish dishes, though, and hit the counters.  Plus more boxes, maybe a load downstairs... with a broom for sweeping and removing spider webs.  Oh, and setting a mouse trap or three.  Yea.  If I don't die in my sleep.

Good night... or soon enough.

Almost back to it.

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But... no.  I am afraid if I do much more I will fall again.  It's like having climbed out of a crevasse.  Perched on the edge, feeling better for having made it out.  Then you notice some of your gear down in there.  You have luckily made it out, alone, through the dark.  That... feeling that you are good is nothing but the adrenalin excess stoking sensory inputs while that and some other chemicals begin to fade.  You don't... really have the energy you think you have.  Come back for the tools, if possible, or just let them go.  You won't make the trip out twice.  I've... had to learn these lessons.  Obviously, not fatally, but just.  As mentioned, I am lousy at dying.

Odd though, I just can't sleep, either.  It's not that kind of tired, or worn.  It'll get there, just not now, yet.  I am hoping to be up long enough to put the birds in.  I would love to do some work.  It just isn't advisable.  I would like to eat, but I'm not hungry.  Kefir and an ounce of pistachios, a while ago, have me stuffed as if I ate a one pound burger or such.  Two cups of kefir and an ounce of pistachios.  Odd.

A bit achy.  Back, ribs, but just.  I have been doing a lot of lifting, bending, flexing, front to back and side to side in the last few days... week?  I've been at it, hard, for a bit.  This sort of hurt is the better kind.  Odd that my muscles, in a number of areas, don't hurt.  I have been using them enough to break a sweat at least three times a day for the last four to seven days?  They should hurt.  Meh.  I'll take the minor aches.  If the better ones arrive, I'll pray in gratitude for the allowance to hurt that way too.  All good.

Growing feint and getting tunnel vision.

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Blood sugar?  Nope, or... maybe.  It is 213.  That might be a drop.  I haven't been testing in a while.  If that is a couple hundred drop, it... might explain the problem.  I'd best eat something.  Berry kefir?  An ounce of nuts, or maybe sardines?  I don't want more casserole.  I could make soup, but that is just chicken and broth.  Wait, there are sausages in there.  I best get something.

I called back... to the office.  It is ringing.  I have just let it ring.  The call has been about 27 minutes, most of that ringing with no answer.  Apparently, calling back time after time gets you punished.  If... I have doubts anyone is going to answer.  Perhaps it was just piped into an empty room?  Who knows anymore.  I don't see what good calling the same people I called before would do.  They... haven't sent anything.  And I don't think they will.

I best get something to eat.  I don't quite get this dizziness, weakness, and tunnel vision.  I usually only get that when blood sugar is in the 60's or less.  Perhaps work is just catching up to me?  I did about a dozen more boxes, those brought from the kitchen on various runs.  Popping plastic shipping mats, and squishing the paper stuff altogether into the trash can.  I am keeping one box.  Thick, solid, stapled, it will do for some things.

I had been saving back boxes, more of them.  I don't think I will do that anymore.  Just a few really sturdy ones, just because.  I think I have a group or two of moving boxes, professional sort, anyway.  I don't need these typical shipping boxes.  But the heavy duty ones do come in handy from time to time.  Oh, I think Sam is really enjoying the open area, and easier access to further back in.  Cats can be easy to please.

Food.  And I am ending the call at 33 minutes.  Later.

Dishes, plus a few new, but just.

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The gloves made it much easier, quicker.  The water was scalding.  I can often handle that, but it does damage my hands for a bit.  The gloves help.  I can handle very hot water with those.  As well, to keep the hands from getting sweaty, I add baby powder... a product purchased at once in an attempt to deal with... itches and scratches.  It... didn't work.  Or, it did, temporality, but it only made them worse in the long run.  Still, I have a small box of containers, I might as well find some use for them.

Everything got hit, and well, and twice if I thought it needed it.  Plus a small pot, pan, and eating utensils from the last day or so.  Missed a fork!  Ah well, I'll get it back and into one of the soapy soaking groups next time I get back there.  The place is almost shaping up.  Lots, and lots, and lots, left to do.  But... before, after, before, after, etc.  I'll hit the dishes in a while, again.  I may end up seasoning some things, though the soap doesn't take seasoning off.  Vinegar, tomatoes, and other acids will strip that down.  Not soap, even with hot water.  Still, I'd like to get a few things seasoned which weren't well or at all seasoned, and get a few things a touch, just because I am doing other cast.  Why waste the heat.

I have called the office twice so far.  Three times now?  Each time I get sent to a phone that rings continuously without ever being answered.  Yes, three times.  After twenty rings, I simply hung up and tried again.  After the third time, when I tried to call, I received a busy signal.  I tried hanging up and calling back.  Again, a busy signal.  But, in the back ground, it sounded like layers of busy signals.

I will try again, again.  It's all I can do.  I could try the general and local number.  If I think they are just not answering some people's calls.  Yea.  Will keep calling.

My brother has begun discussing... mother.  What to do.  What to do.  He thinks she can just move in with me.  And, for times, that would be possible.  But I couldn't have her here all of the time.  I can't.  I would shoulder most of that, but not all of it.  I countered, with a proposal, assuming she would be able, or willing, to even consider any such thing.  That of her living here most of the time (or renting nearby, having dinner together a few times a week, and such), and living there part of the time.  No response.  I am assuming that is a no.  I simply can't.  I barely, and not well, take care of myself.

Again, that is assuming she could or would, consider any such thing.  Hmm, if she rented, I wouldn't even mind her coming by during the day.  If we don't find each other agreeable, she could go on to her place.  We could eat together, play cards, chat and check up on each other.  That... might be more amenable.  That is assuming affordable small housing could be found.  If walking is an issue, perhaps my mower, or hers, could be used?  Or... something else.

Of course, this is completely without her input.  And she has a place and space and life currently.  Only if something went sideways there would I begin to... decide to push.  She is a feisty one.  She will make up her own mind, up to a point.  Still, the process has begun.  I'll... text him back tomorrow.  Then again, without ssd, I don't think I can keep the house anyway.  But I wouldn't move in with her, or them.  Iowa is... impractical in my condition.

Ugh.  The stresses in life.  Later.

One call, chores, and a few boxes.

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No more boxes broken down, but some moved from the kitchen to my box kill zone.  Each time I go out that way, rather than returning empty I bring boxes... two loads this time just to be extra fancy.  Chores were done, waterers refilled, and the ladies' water refreshed with fresh, cold, clean.  As well, while sorting boxes to return, I found items which will eventually go downstairs.  Extra vinegars, more pint containers I didn't realize I had... for storing stock, and a few other goods which have a new home downstairs.  Oh, and a live mouse trap.

I will, soon, set up the other mouse trap, but this is just a little one, for those with peanut butter allergies.  Why live?  I'd even like to have them live in the big trap.  Again, why live?  For the girls.  They absolute love the mouthfeel and soothing squeaks of... edible toys.  A stopper in the drain, a lead with the the squeaking mouse to the arena.  Then...  CHEERS!  RAHS!  And... ACTION!  If I can catch two, each of the young women gets her time in the arena.  I love cats for more than their ways and whiles.  We... share... some things.

I may have gotten out of the game.  But they haven't, and never will.  I let them enjoy for me?  Or... something.  I remember being terrible, but knowing mercy.  If only among men.  Among food pray, mercy is a quick death.  The girls... don't... see exactly eye to eye on that.  And, yet, even I play with my food... if usually after it is dead.  Still... it is their way and I cherish it.

With chores down, and brother contacted, I now have the alarm set for my first next attempt to contact the particular office within the ssa.  I am trying to go enough after lunch that this won't be an issue.  As well, after a sip, I plan to hit the dishes.  Oh, and then the counters, depending on energy and time.  I thought I would need to get those first, but since I will just be washing a first... or second is it... round, not finishing, counters can be last.

Ah, and I remembered what will help with the dishes.  The elbow length rubber gloves.  That makes messing with slimy or oily or greasy, or cold and those things, easier.  Or, I can just blast hot water at it all and just scrub through it.  Yes, yes, that does splendidly.  What an easy life, if you remember how to get things done... things which make you squeamish.  Mice?  Spiders?  Cold?  Even the heat?  Okay.  But cold greasy, slimy, pots and pans?  Not so much.  Though, they may be nowhere near that bad.  It might just be in my mind, a way to... procrastinate.  I... haven't actually checked.

Anywhile...  to it... shortly.  Just want to finish my sip, and look around a bit.  Later.

Two calls, no connection.

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The first was ssa.  Trying to obtain and send information.  I eventually got to a phone.  It rang through.  After between fifteen and twenty rings I gave up.  For the moment.  I will call later.  Then I called my brother.  No connection, but his mailbox wasn't full, so I left a message.  I've called him two or three times now.  His mailbox was always full.  I hear he is angry that we aren't calling him.  The problem is, we are.  I'm not going to get angry back.  I... can be difficult to reach.  I assume he has similar problems, if from a bad back... I mean really bad.  Patience, and keep trying.

Breakfast was tasty.  Nothing fancy.  The soufflé casserole, plus a portion of peas heated as an aside.  Well, and kefir.  I wasn't really hungry.  May have eaten too much.  But not so much extra I feel too awful.  Just a bit extended.  Hmm, didn't really eat much.  It's one of THOSE days, I guess.  Still extra full and hour later.  Goody, then I won't have to fix anything to eat for a bit.

Now to get to the rabbits.  It's rather cool out still.  I thought it had gotten to 42 F, I... think.  I'll check as I feed and water the furry ones.  I probably don't quite have the energy to hit the dishes yet.  Still, I may anyway.  Just a quick sorting and resetting of the ones... set.  I'll eventually get to it.  Finish anyway.  Today, I want that done, and out of my way, today!  Plus maybe a few more boxes and at least a start upstairs.  And the vacuum will go up.  Parking it up there reminds me, and then I can do bits and pieces before going to sleep and right after waking.

Always more.  Though, eventually, if I keep up, the more will be much less.  It already is a good deal less.  Oh, I can start collecting various water bottles.  I'll be partially filling those, for in with the rabbits, this summer.  After they thaw, I'll just add them to their water... should still be cool.  Then add a fresh bottle.  Or just add a few bottles a day, right as it is heating up, then in the early to late afternoon as the first bottle fades.  I wonder if the sprinkler would be welcome?  Not at high noon, but maybe later on?  Not sure.

Anyway... best get to chores, and hit the dishes.  Later.

Too early for calls, but...

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I have found the numbers I need, created duplicate copies in varied places, and am ready to call everyone required as soon as possible.  There is one more number, come to think of it, I will add to my various virtual and physical rolodexes.  Done!  So... that should be that.  As I browse the internet, looking for bits and pieces... often on pages of enemies who are really plants?  Probably.  I've had some number of them show their hand.  Still, they often have information before others.  I suppose that is part of the schtick.

Weary.  But I do very little things, now and again.  I am a bit amazed at how much has been done.  If I can get through dishes, I'll be in much better shape.  Dishes, chores, phone calls... more boxes...  Oh, and when boxes just... when I tire of that, upstairs to get the room sorted and moved.  Well, and a bit of work in the bathroom.  As well, a bit more light work in the kitchen.

My muscles are actually tired.  It isn't just me.  A good thing, really.  But also a physical limit of sorts.  I can push, I have pushed, I am pushing, I will push.  But that pushing has limits.  Even so, little bits, here and there, as I may, and the place will keep becoming tidier, neater, cleaner, clearer.  Hmm... I may make one thing today, a keto lemon cheese cake.  Just a little one, a midday treat for my good deeds... only... not until after dishes are done and calls are made.  The rest can hang, if I doubt they will.  Well, chores are required, but those will be done much earlier and are an automatic project.

So very nice.  Uhrm, I will check litter.  Wash up and slice a piece of the casserole and pour kefir.  Then, mostly, wait for sunlight to let the ducks out.  The rabbits just have to wait until it warms a bit.  I don't want their waterers to freeze right first thing.  But ducks like to be out early, usually.  Actually, even on cold days, when I open it up, they get to their things.  And... I watch, hidden behind the shade so as not to change their behaviors... if possible.  Every once in a while, one looks directly at me, meaning they probably see and know, just don't care.  They are a joy to watch.  Like fish with feathers?  Maybe.

Later.

Ah, just a bit more.

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While tending nature, a few boxes were collected from the kitchen and living room.  Small, either empty or with packing material.  Plus a broom and dustpan was grabbed.  I was supposed to grab it with the boxes, but forgot.  Wouldn't have worked anyway.  Too many boxes.  I didn't tear them down, just put them in with those to be broken down.  Then to sweeping.

Some things had to be picked up, a few items just had to be moved... some to be replaced.  Sweeping can be much more of a task than it first seems.  You see stuff on the floor, you want it gone, but just a broom, dustpan, dustbin, and some movement doesn't quite always satisfy.  So... you end up wrestling with your environment until it, mostly, is to satisfaction.  And, it is.

This, the front, and computer, room looks more like a slightly rough storage room.  Empty boxes are hither and thither, but the packed boxes seem tidy.  There is now an "L" shaped hallway, wide enough to bring an appliance through as is, but could easily be widened much more and quickly.  The floor could use more work, but the broom is what I have and all I will use until the floor is solidly open again.  Time is on my side.

But... that work me out pretty heftily.  I am tired.  My work sessions will have to be short, focused, exact... hitting what I aim to hit, perhaps doing a shutdown operation so it looks kempt until the next round.  Dishes are next.  I... must admit... I fear those.  Heavy, the cast.  And oily.  I hate really dirty... or more greasy... pots, pans, and such.  Still, that is what is next.  First what is in, then maybe adding what hasn't been set to soak.

On the good side, I won't be creating many dishes today.  A few flatware, as I consume soup or soufflé casserole.  But no more cooking.  The grill doesn't get washed, at least in this fashion.  Oh, speaking of which, it is nearing breakfast time.  The sun won't be up for an hour or two?  Then chores.  I am not sure when I will hit dishes though.  After chores?  When I can.  That bit of moving and sweeping and restoring things has me tired, again.

Oh... in the hubbub, I have been looking for things.  I may have found the number I was seeking.  A different page had been on my computer desk, but went missing.  I am sure I didn't move it.  And the cats have never messed with things.  Anyway, I found another letter from that place.  So... I can call, see if they can help get me my files.  I have been trying to get my files since a week after our last contact.  I can't make them send what lawyers require.  And they are required to send that information.  So... it's... on, that part, yet today.

Ugh.  So weary, tired, almost back to pain.  I best slow down.  Yeah.  Later.

A good lot of work!

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Who woulda thunk tearing down boxes could be so tiring!  Then again, that wasn't all.  Dealing with packing material wasn't difficult, actually that was more like a break compared to breaking down boxes, which was far easier than the other part.  That being, when finding case-lots of food, sorting them until there were enough, then getting them downstairs.

Twenty to thirty boxes broken down, small to large; Two bags of packing... kitchen size... packed and taken to the trash; Four or five, maybe six, trips down with three to five pallets of canned veggies, sort of took my wind.  I didn't just stop, though, I... wanted a few trim boxes pulled in and put down, a last pallet of veggies down, a new bag in the trash bin, and a few other things.  I am trying to pull a job closed, so if need be it can sit for a while without looking too unkempt.

I thought to sweep, and exchange the floor mat under my chair, but... no.  There were other things I could have done, but... no.  I considered taking the trash out, that is still in the bin from the trash barrel being too full, but that is another task for another time, no.  I had, at that point, done what I should and could do.  I did get a bottle of perrier, lemon.  And found the last can of no-sugar-added mandarin oranges, upon which to snack.  Not ready for a whole meal quite yet.

An hour?  Closer to two.  Mostly light duty.  But that I am able to work is... a gift.  I am hoping to do dishes, find a phone number and make at least one more call, and attempt to get things going elsewhere.  I don't think... yes, I do have bratwursts to grill, but no other food for today.  I should be set up for a few days, maybe a week?  Nothing extra, but... it will do.

Oh, why perrier?  Because I can't drink much actual water, or general bottled water.  But all else I drink is slightly not keto, or can vary.  This?  This works, I like it, and it helps alleviate another thirst, for beer.  I do have the lemon acvinegar thing, but that's just a bit for a dot, and the lemon juice in it is questionable.  I can, sometimes, drink tea with nothing, but not often.  It's what I can do.  My body requires gallons a day, I resist, can get down to an half gallon to gallon, but a few days later end up drinking up to four gallons a day... with or without the water pills!  Ugh.

Yes, dishes, phone calls, more boxes and perhaps getting things down.  Though, maybe, if I find more canned items, I will just set them aside.  I am not sure I will be up to more effort like that.  If I do take a load down, it will be light, and more to get a broom down there and sweep up.  Oh, and there is at least one mouse down there.  I'll have to reset the barrel roll trap, get that set up.  Since some of my weekly larder is down there, I'll be down there more often.

I am weary.  This was a good trot, but today needs to be a more restful day.  A shower would be nice, in a bit, a trim before.  But, a slower day.  I'll have to find one of my hobbies with which to entertain myself... kill time really.  Do puzzles or crafts really improve a guy?  Perhaps, in the little ways, such as increasing patience, reducing stress (potentially), increasing mental clarity... if, too... I've often suggested that it is the little things.

A plan for the day.  But, rest first.  Wow, that pretty much busted me.  Good morning and day.

I wasn't sure what was happening.

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A nap or a sleep.  It turned into a very long hard sleep.  It was around 14:00, I woke finally a bit after 03:00, 03:08 by the downstairs clock.  Oh, I woke a few times, could have gotten up at midnight, and every hour after.  But was weak.  Even now my balance is a bit off.  I needed sleep, and rest.  Got both.  Still need rest, but not the kind I can get while sleeping.

Some pain has returned.  Both sides of my ribs, but it is muscle, not organ, which hurts.  From bending, twisting while lifting, or bending and twisting or simply straight reaching down or up.  I don't mind.  And it isn't very severe.  Just twinges.  It merely tells me that I have worked those areas.  My legs are already bricks, as are my arms and to a degree my torso.  Not much muscle, but what is there is brick.  But the areas I don't use are weak.

Today?  As mentioned, it will be a slow day.  Dishes and counters are a main, in reverse order.  Then boxes, and I might just stow as I go, rather than wait until I have some huge pile.  Every run will wear me down, so I will save it as t he last thing before a break.  One reasonable sized load down and on the shelves.  Beyond that?  If boxes get too boring, I may begin in on the bathroom.  The sink, tub, and toilet are pretty good, but the floor and clutter really need fixed.  More... I think, if I can keep this level, or lose it for only shortly before regaining... and very possible if it is the food I am eating... then keeping up on things once they are in order may be possible.

Actually, I might even create checklists for various areas.  A daily and weekly list.  Of course, sometimes things have to be missed... too tired, business elsewise, etc.  But, if it is maintained generally, it becomes easy to do the bigger things when required.  Or... so one lets ones-self believe?  Then you just get through it?  I don't know, I've never quite been there.  I merely suspect.

Oh, right!  I already have breakfast.  The soufflé casserole.  I'm not quite awake enough to muss with food, but when I am, a glass of kefir and that should do quite nicely.  There is even a slice of bacon baked right in, or on top.  Yeah, if done correctly, that really is just like a fried piece of bacon.  Ah, and chicken soup for later.  I wonder if I have anything to add to that.  A can of peas isn't great, but it would add a little something something, you know?  Plus, I have brats thawed.  Those could go on the grill.

It is just at 32 F, or so, out there.  I hadn't put the ducks in, so they are now in.  I checked the waterers, they are still running so I left them out.  I was surprised it was above freezing though, this late.  Weather sure fluctuates a great deal lately.  It is nearing... or already... spring.  That... is almost a definition of spring, so... there I go.  Well, on to waking.  Later.

The call was made.

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As expected, though, they can't do a thing without my file either.  So?  I need to call the court, to see about some things.  If... I can find the number.

I am going to crash for a bit.  Not choice.  I have done what I can do.

I don't think so.

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I just can't do more.  I am hoping to place calls, more at 14:00.  But that will be it.  I will go down after.  Hopefully just one business call.  Another personal call shortly thereafter.  Though, if one business call doesn't work, another may be placed.  I have had a good day.  A bit lighter than the last few?  I think so.  I am slowing way down.  Still, not bad.

I found a stash of perrier.  It's a keto drink, offering several flavors now.  I like plain, too.  Especially in the summer.  But this pack was two cases of lemon, lime, orange.  I had another apple cider vinegar and lemon juice concoction... just a few shots worth.  It replaces bourbon or scotch, without any of the trouble or health issues.  Still, a bottle of lime perrier is a good chaser, and I was still a wee thirsty.  It's my beer replacement.  Yes, I used to add lemon and lime to my beers.  Bane gave me crap about it.  No doubt.

I didn't get one down to the basement, but I did get it half way.  Just too tired.  Still, looking around in just this room, and... I can see how much I have done.  The kitchen?  If you know what to look for, you would notice how much has been done.  Same with the basement and bathroom.  Next time I go down, I am taking a broom, dustpan, and trash can.  From the steps down, I need to sweep.  And get cobwebs.  Bleh!

I am telling you, despite something going on out there, something is happening in here as well.  Am I dying or figuring a way to live again?  I suggested He was coming, and that time wasn't what it seemed, but soon.  Yea.  I can't see it anymore, but... that seems most likely.  For an end, my end, a visit?  I don't deserve Him under my roof, but that isn't for me to say.  And He would always be graciously welcomed, gifted whatever He should ask.  Though I don't think He needs, but He might tell me what I need and how to give it away rightly?  Something like that.  Anyway... pray.  I am.

Later.

Better than anticipated, rememberd.

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Yes, the beef was rather done.  As mentioned, in a moist way.  Even so, it was tasty.  I had two helpings.  Peas and beats beside.  I didn't have butter, for their preparation, but I did have cream.  It works pleasantly enough, in a pinch.  That and a smaller dose of straight kefir.  It was a rather pleasant meal.  Sam received some of the beef, and maybe some of the cream if she wanted it.  Sassy, too, possibly.

I am waiting until about 13:30 to start making calls.  As to dishes?  I just don't know.  I may get in and at least give things a first shot.  I have the last of the beef to put up.  Oh, and the soufflé casserole should be cool enough to store as well.  So tired... worn... both?  Well worth what has been done.  I am hoping  for more, if a few slow days between now and then.

Something seems so strange out there.  It's like the world is, slowly, just... shutting down.  All the games, politics, drugs, fame and fortune, wealth... it's a... coming to some strange end.  It seems even those who wanted darkness and evil are reconsidering, backing down, even if they aren't changing they are less careless in some strange way.  It's like they are realizing, exactly, just what the cost is.  Odd.

It's just something I am sensing.  So?  So I pray.  Some can still find salvation.  Some can still let go of pride.  I still don't think this is the end.  But there is something changing.  I just can't absolutely tell what it is.  Death is preparing to ride, and strife and war.  But even that is half-hearted.  It's more just going through motions, a dress rehearsal.  But, some will lose.

Something is definitely in the air.  But for the sheep, it's like they don't care.  It is sinners and saints who... feel it, and have some... concern, wonder, maybe awe.  The sheep will just yawn and go back to sleep?  Or will they awaken?  I just can't tell.  I am praying, more often.  Even just a little prayer when I sense something, or when I see something, or... when I don't... a worse sensation than you can know, for one who sees often and long.  Blinded, but by what?

Could... just be stress.  From working, moving the day around, and such.  I just don't think so.  It's been building for a while.  I have been quiet because I just... can't see.  And it's as if all my tools of sight are closed.  From dreams to this, to that, to other things.  Closed, mostly.  Though being closed offers more of a hint of something big than seeing something big.

Well... I should get food put up, then see if dishes can be attended even if lightly.  Good day.

Finally found the phone.

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No messages or calls.  Voicemail was full though, but it wouldn't have been a call.  A final package for the month arrived, lemon juice.  In bulk.  I took one bottle out for upstairs and immediately took the rest downstairs, to be shelved.  Then I broke down the box immediately.  I think that is the only way to fly.  Assuming I am able.  I was, this time.

Still, technically, on break, but thirsty, I mixed two portions of that to one portion of apple cider vinegar, plus a goodly dose of sea salt, then about doubled that with water.  No, not for one sitting.  That should be enough for, say, two stiff double shots a day, either back to back or as wanted, for a week.  Boy did that wet the whistle.  I needed it.

I am, currently, just waiting for the timer to go do something with the beef.  It is... rather done... in a moist way.  Then I'll probably do a small pan of peas, then beats.  I sort of want them both.  Hungry.  Oh, probably just a small dose of kefir, while at it.  Then a good long break before getting to some other things.  Calls first.  Then dishes.  The dishes are going to be a lot of work.  I am running way out of steam.  We will see if a second... third... fourth is it? wind comes upon me.

Ah, the alarm.  Later.

Well... a bit more.

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So lost.  Trash was picked up rather early.  I was resting, and needed it.  When I could finally gain my legs, I... got the barrel back.  I unlocked the back door, since I was there, then went around to the front through the front door and grabbed the barrel.  But, while back there, I checked the soufflé casserole.  It was far closer to done than the other one had been at that time.  I set the alarm for fifteen minutes, sprinkled parmesan on top, and went on with other efforts.  I added the first bag, that of recycling materials.  I'll get the actual trash out soon.  Then I brought rabbit pellets in, got their food ready, grabbed waterers, and finished chores.

The beef is done, but hasn't released.  I am not sure how long that will take.  I really would rather have the beef, for dinner... lunch?  Whatever.  I am just hoping it isn't too done to be edible.  I did add a pint, two? of beef stock, plus spices.  Nothing hot, just typical roast beef spices.  The egg casserole is for the rest of the week.  Though the roast should make two to four meals.  I may try to make gravy as well.

Feeling weak and tired.  I have been doing a lot.  Eating helps, and good eats helps more, but there is a limit.  Health, too.  I... keep forgetting about that.  I'll... get things done, a few final things.  Dishes, food, calls?... where is my phone?  And counters.  Yes, I will do those things.  I may then take a few days on rather lighter duty.  Breaking down boxes, collecting packing, light clearing upstairs, and long breaks.  Though I plan to get back to it by Wednesday or Thursday, a bit heavier.

I don't think the cold is playing a part, other than initially slowing me down if I down warm up and dress more warmly to keep up.  I have been mostly.  I'll... go get my phone, then get my rest in.  Later.

Dinner and tomorrow's meal set.

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I am still a bit down.  The snack helped, if as mentioned, being out of shape and having worked for days now has gotten to me.  Food can help, but that isn't the whole of it.  Still, small efforts go a long way to getting to goals.  Small, consistent, bits of time doing this and that.  Sometimes doing extra, like getting the cans downstairs.  It adds up.

I checked the last of the old batch of eggs.  They worked well.  One was a floater, the rest not only sat on the bottom, but sat well, laying on a side.  Odd that some would go bad with some being so fresh.  Not a worry.  The gooder eggs, which I am out of, don't have that problem.  Still, I'll use the storebought up, until I can get fresh again.

Anyway, the omelet casserole was easy enough, if I was still feeling tired.  The eggs were scrambled, along with a pack of cream cheese and a cup of cream.  No fresh onion or garlic, so I used my non-hot masala, which contains those and more.  Chopped peperoni, and bacon on top.  It should do well.  Set at 350, for 45 minutes... if that will probably only, maybe, be half done at that point.  I never butter or otherwise grease  the sides of the large rectangular pyrex cake pan, but I never have a problem with it sticking.  I assume because I use enough fat in the dish to cover that.  Another reason against fat free, or nearly.  Oh, as it finishes, I'll sprinkle parmesan on top.  I meant to add  that, but this will work.

After, I had to check timing for the chuck roast.  Most meats, including beef, are 15 minutes per pound. I went a bit shy of that, as many recommendations are for mushy meat.  Why do... people do that?  I am almost betting, shaving 10~15% off the time and it will still be overdone to my tastes.  We will see.  It will technically be done in less than an half hour.  How long the natural release of pressure takes, however, is anyone's guess.  Sometimes it, if with a lot of liquid in there, can take hours.

I had hoped to move on to dishes right then, but that wasn't possible.  Again, I ran out of steam, energy.  I just went down hard.  I will take a break, have some  tea, and try to get back to that in a bit.  I need a shower, and... some other things.  Yea.  Oh, I best find my phone!  I... should be receiving and making some calls today.  Bleh.  Later.

A snack, dinner, and supper.

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I had to eat something.  Something was feeling wrong, too drained.  I had just let the ducks out, watering and making sure they had feed.  I was inside watching them just a bit, when I noticed some boxes which have been in my way for a while.  Not greatly in my way, just... bumping into my traffic path a bit.  I couldn't remember what was in them.

Food.  Crushed pineapple, with no sugar added, and diced tomatoes, some plain, some spiced.  Probably twelve per cardboard pallet and, maybe, six to seven of those?  Anyway...  I got them out, sorted, and... decided to take them right on down.  Since they were that close, I was right there, and it was on my mind.  Two trips and all was settled.

Two more empty boxes, which I didn't bother with, other than to move out of my pathway completely.  But, between the cold outdoors, that minor effort, and the larger effort of taking cans down, I was hitting something hard, and energy wall.  I needed something in me, nearly immediately.  Kefir, with a few berries and the sugar-free strawberry jam... just a teaspoon or so, as well as an ounce and an half of pecans and walnuts.  Almost feeling better.  That gave me an headache.  Stiff neck, tightening shoulders, which lead to the headache.  Perhaps overdoing things.

Even so, I have decided pressure cooked chuck for dinner, plus peas and/or beats.  For supper, brats... which are out thawing.  I haven't hit the dishes yet.  Was going to do that next, until I hit the wall and the headache... which is passing.  No anacin needed, just had to have something to eat it seems.  A bit weakened though.  Still, dishes in a bit, at least a first wash, then on to counters.

Life really is moving forward.  Things are being done.  As well, I am able to keep up on the daily stuff as well as doing more.  Or... for now.  Will just have to see.  I am pretty sure I wouldn't need this pace to still get out of 'domestic' prison.  Still, if I can keep it up, I can get out much quicker than a major single project a day.  Besides, I need a variety of work.  One thing, like just boxes, wears me a bit too much.  So doing parts of several jobs, or smaller jobs, each day, really allows for a lot more work.

Oh, it is still quite cold out there.  It has been 20 F since I woke, it hasn't changed since.  Frost on much, or at least before dawn.  Not sure if the bit of sun that is out did much to that or not.  I had to turn the heat up, or I just wasn't going to be able to work.  That cold will just seep into your bones and take all the will out.  Plus, being this chilly, I wanted to heat the rabbits' waterers.  Ah, I best get them fed and watered.  I just did the ducks before.  Oh, but I have to bring another bag of their feed in!  Ugh.  

I may put an egg casserole together as I head in to do a first hit on the dishes.  I don't think I'll be able to do a whole lot.  But those two things?  I... hope so.  Then another break.  Later.

Boxes.

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I am glad I went with boxes, to start the next leg of work.  I was able to work longer and better.  Tearing down boxes and popping packing.  I ended with a full kitchen bag of packing and a lot of boxes broken down.  There are limits, though, and I had to stop.  This, a few times a week, or just this week, should get them all broken down and sorted.

As well, I am finding some of the foods and else which will fill the downstairs shelves.  Not... fill, just... add to them.  Of course, aside from finding, I am going to have to get them down there.  Ugh... Either light loads, but many stairs, or heavier loads and fewer stairs?  Within reason, fewer stairs and heavier loads is my best bet.  I'll wait until my next run on these, when I have enough to bother with.  Probably two or three loads should be uncovered by then.

Next?  Probably a meal.  If not for a while.  Then dishes.  Hmm, I might give those which are soaking a once over, and reset.  That will make the whole show go much cleaner and faster.  After food and cleaning, including counters, I am thinking any other work today will be upstairs... sorting, storing, clearing, and powdering the floor, if I get far enough.

Then supper.  Do I want the roast for supper, or for dinner.  If for dinner, what for supper?  Later.

That is it for trash.

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I was able to get everything I wanted out of the downstairs.  There is still old food, but... stuff I want to keep until it can be replaced.  What was brought up, in two loads, besides breaking my balls, also filled the trash barrel.  Ugh.  Unfortunately, I didn't get the last trash can in the house out first.  Or fortunately?  I'll put that out when trash is taken.  It's as good as I can do.

So... no messing with boxes today?  Maybe breaking some down, and I could gather packing while doing so.  It's not like it goes bad when put in bags.  It's just that the impetus to do it immediately is gone.  Earlier, I had breakfast... a few eggs, a few thirds of bacon strips, and kefir.  While cooking the eggs, after some experience with vinegar and liver, I decided to try something.

Since I have gone completely to stainless and cast iron, I sometimes have to do extra work when cleaning.  Even bacon and eggs are usually sticky, leave a coating that has to be scrubbed off.  When cooking bacon, then liver, using vinegar brought that right off.  So... this time, after cooking bacon, and eggs in that fat, I put a bit of vinegar in.  Using the spatula, a fish flipper really but my preferred type, I scraped and scritched around the pan.  It's not perfectly clean, but, yeah, that... will make washup a breeze.  What didn't lift is just flecked rather than cooked on at this point.  Pro-tip... vinegar is your friend if stainless is your style.  With cast?  Only if you want to reseason it.  But imminently doable.

I am just not sure if I should hit dishes and counters first, or do boxes?  I am so worn.  Food won't help.  Nothing but days and months of continuing to work, or try, will help get me past this state of unfitness.  Still, I can ease up when I am down, pick up a bit when I have regained some strength, as long as I keep working... doing something every day.  So?  I think tearing down boxes first might be the way to go.  Getting dishes after whatever lunch ends up being.  It may be instapot beef chuck, with a few sides of veggies.  THEN hit those and all other dishes.  Though I might hit the dishes soaking before then, so they will be ready to go-go, when the time comes for the others.

Yeah.  But a break.  Sorting, discarding, bagging, and taking those items out was quite the task.  More so after days of work in a row.  I'm downright weary.  A break will do.  Later.

That nap took a while.

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I didn't get to bed at 13:00, it was more between 15:00 and 16:00.  I just couldn't drop, or do anything.  Stuck in a short insomniac moment.  Then I crashed like a red oak.  Down, and more.  I started waking around midnight.  Finally waking at a bit after one, but I wasn't ready.  Finally at about 02:00 I woke.  I closed the birds up first thing, then checked the temp.  It is around 20 out there.  The house is closed up, it was getting a bit nippy a day or two.  I had to turn the furnace on, as well... if just to 68?  Yes, I think so.

Tomorrow is trash day, I don't think it is recycling to, but I could be wrong.  As soon as I can get to work, I will begin going through the downstairs, removing what is too old, save just enough for just in case, until it can be replaced.  Only one, not two, boxes of dried milk, or whatever it is called.  Same with some other things.  The beans and lentils are still good, as is the maple syrup in glass.  Much of the rest has to go.  Hmm... I'll bet the mint candies are still good.  Sugar.  Sugar and salt, and a few other things, generally by themselves or in foods will preserve naturally.  Hey, it's emergency stuffs, and could be used for eats or trade.

Canned stuff?  I don't mind a year, or even two, beyond stamped.  But beyond that it can get too funky.  I tried a really old can of green beans (if... that... was green beans, which can be funky right away).  It, though, was more funky than usual, by far.  French cut green beans are the worst, not sue why, but in my experience, I never buy those.  So, go through the stuff, with a bin right there, and get out what I can for trash day.

If I have time and energy after that, I may begin going through boxes, looking for packing material to go out.  Well, and if there is room.  Too bad packing materials don't generally go into recycling or I'd have that made.  Either way, when I begin going through boxes,  I will end up with several bags of that to go.  As to breaking down boxes, they just don't fit well or easily into the recycling bin.  I suppose I could get some in, but not many.  Especially with the bits I have from the household.?  Hmm, I'll see next time around.  I should have boxes broken down and stacked... could choose the smaller ones at that.

After those things, then it is back to dishes, and cleaning the cooking and prep areas, as well as the remaining counters.  I won't clean downstairs today, I can only do just so many stair routines a day, getting the old food stores out will be about it, maybe too much even then if it takes four or five trips.  Bleh.  But, Filling the trash is first, if downstairs does it, I will skip messing with boxes and go on to cleaning dishes and counters.  I didn't set the pans and utensils up for a wash, but I did get the blender and parts in.  I absolutely feared messing with dried pate.  Rinsed it clear, then set it and it's parts to a hot sudsy.  That shouldn't be a problem, neither should the pan though... after having used vinegar to deglaze nothing is really stuck on.

It's funny.  As your cooking skills increase, your cleaning time decreases... if you do it right.  Always some cleanup, but in part, you do it on the way, and in part how you cook keeps stuck on things off, or removes much.  Hmm, eggs, bacon, and kefir again this morning.  And egg casserole from the old eggs will be prepped after trash is set to go and probably after cleanup... breakfast before.  And, after dishes are finished, a shower.  

Not sure I will be doing a whole lot more today.  But... that... is a good start on the week.  Tomorrow?  Box breakdown and packing collection, plus a detailed cleaning in the bathroom.  The toilet has being kept impeccable, but the floor and... sink is rather good, just a bit on top, hmm, but, yes, the floor.  A much better sweeping, then mopping.  And moving a few things out.  It can turn into a clean clothes repository.  

I think, if I can keep up whatever is going on, when I get the bathroom clean... and other rooms, I may be able to keep up.  Especially when I get back on medicine, and if I can get a downstairs ac in, along with the upstairs.  Pricey to run, but then I can function... not just sit there, acclimated or not.  Oh, and just two eggs and four or five bacon thirds is often enough, or is becoming enough.  If still hungry, I'll try a keto break and some of the pate... the courser sort, with mustard as well.  Later.

Running on fumes?

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Not from a lack of food, from a lack of fitness.  I have burned past my body's ability to function.  All good.

I blended the pate, half it ended up, plain.  Half with cream.  I think I generally prefer the cream, if the plain would be better as a braunschweiger sort of food.  The portion with cream is much more refined, more like a classical pate, or at least in that area.  I added butter on top.  I ended up with two jars of the rustic, three jars of the pate.  I will be trying it with carrots, celery, and keto breads.

Quite a little gig.  But I am tired.  I have collected the dishes, but just ran out of steam.  Food won't help.  And I had the furnace up to 70 earlier, but that was too warm, so toned it down to 68... which was still a bit warm, so turning things up won't help.  Cooling things off will just lead to a crash.  If... that isn't an option at this point.  A nice nap may see me fit to get back to it this evening.  Dishes... getting any remnants of trash out.  Packing if I can get to boxes, will be tossed.

Downstairs?  I may be a bit too warn to truck up and down the steps with pails of water.  Though maybe.  I just don't know, and won't until I wake.  Holy cow!  It's not even 13:00!  Interesting.  It feels like mid to later afternoon.  All good.  A nap may be just the thing.  I'll check the laundry before I go to bed.  Probably need to restart it, usually do.  Something about low humidity, perhaps, makes the machine not be able to sense doneness.  This machine is supposed to sense when clothes are dry, but it does that very poorly, always on the wet side.  Hmm... there... might be a fix for that?

Later.

Letting the liver cool.

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It came out well.  I tried one of the smallest pieces.  Very very good.  I skipped the wine vinegar and added garlic powder.  Out of fresh, but this did well.  As well, I melted a stick of butter, some for in the pate, some for on top.  While at it, I took the clothes out to hand dry.  Bah!  Snowing!  So, into the dryer.  Eventually they will be going out to air dry.  As well, I bagged the last bin which needed it.  So... all set for the week?

Well, when I finish dishes, I really will be.  I mostly cleaned up after, but there is always the stove.  I use a splatter guard, but that just does just so much.  The area needing washed is diminished, and how greasy it gets is diminished a lot.  The blending will be very quick, so no work while I do that.  But after, I'll have a dishpan of hot water and will clean everywhere, one more time.  As well, I will clean those counters which have been neglected.  One for a shorter time, one for a very long time.  Itching to get those done.

I'll probably need a break, maybe a nap, after that.  Then, when I wake, hopefully to the basement.  Not a bad day.  Not a fast day.  In smaller bits.  But still advancing pleasingly.  I am excited to taste the pate.  Perhaps it is rich enough to be a mousse?  Maybe, but will it be airy enough to be a mousse?  That may depend on how long I blend it.  I have been thinking about adding cream, but may add that to just half, or a quarter, see how that does.  I love playing with my food.

Oh... a cooking note.  If anyone suggests adding cooking sherry?  Don't!  It is heavily salted to make it unpalatable as a drank.  Which also makes it pretty much worthless as a food additive.  If you must, buy real sherry.  I'm only going to warn you once, don't do it.  Yes, sometimes they add sherry to things like this, or other drank.  I suppose, in some countries, they end up with an excess of some things, so find a way to use it in foods.  I don't have excess sherry, nor can I afford imports, so... butter, or maybe cream.

Later.

About time to get back to it?

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I didn't like the look of the laundry.  So... back it went, into a hot wash.  I hope that works.  Then out to the line, probably when I finish this break.  Instead, I sacked the trash and recycling cans and did a few other little things.  Gotta be flexible.  And, if I was going to do a little work, to get ahead, I... will do it.  Why waste, I was out there and couldn't do what I had wanted to do.

This time, liver first, into pate.  Some probably eaten right as it finishes... to try it warm.  Most will be jarred, half frozen (or more if there is a lot), half refrigerated.  Oh... I have to see what pate goes well with?  Hmm, for keto?  Probably vegetables?  I can't really see it on a salad, or one a burger.  In a ground meat crumble, maybe?  I could try that, and try just dicing and adding liver... to see which way is best, or which I prefer.

Oh, I remembered how hospital food always had a livery taste?  Now I know why.  I had to eat purees for... many months after the draino incident.  Yes, now I know.  Thankfully, mostly, I like liver.  I was wondering if they did it to be cheap, or for health.  I'm going with cheap.  Liver is so much less expensive, and easier to puree.  At least I have some idea of what I will be tasting.  Now, I am certain they mixed meat in with the liver.  What ratio, though, I couldn't guess...  If I had to guess, I would say they used a quarter to a third liver to mostly some sort of beef.

It is a slow day.  But it is so cool out there.  Cold, really.  It isn't just the temperature, it is the damp... outright wet... part of it.  Cloudy still.  It stopped raining, but the threat of rain seems to linger.  And, maybe, it is raining nearby... close enough to keep the air wet.  Very brisk out there, if... I sort of like it.  It just slows me down a bit.

Well, I best get back to work.  After liver?  And kitchen cleanup?  Then to the cast, at least a wash and reset.  Then to the the last counters, and the basement for cleaning.  Anything after that will be sort of a lucky shot in the dark.  Still, I am hoping to do more.  Or take a nap, then do more.  

Not moving quickly.

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Chores completed.  Litter sorted.  A few other minor things.  Struggling to do more.  Not in pain, I have focus and memory, I think what I did yesterday has worn me out a bit.  All good.  I think, if I work in smaller chunks, with longer breaks, if I can't do it all, I can do a... nice batch of things.  I am all but sure I will.  May need a nap.  Which... is fine.

Next, the liver, into pate.  That shouldn't take too long.  And cleanup after.

After that?  Dishes.  Oh... laundry is done from last night.  I may take that right out and hang it after this post, before I begin my official post.  It's... just a little thing, and really and pleasure.  Having air dried clothes is a bit of a treat.  I don't have enough clothes for another run, so... that will be that.  I'll bring them back in when I put the ducks up.

It was 28 F out earlier.  There was just a broken iced top, on the pool.  It either hadn't created an ice skin, or Herc had broken it up with a morning sip or more likely bath.  He gets out and has the yard to himself in the morning.  The others leave him to his druthers.  Being Rex is good, but terrible and lonely.  He wears it well.  It is up to 32, but that is rather cool compared to lately, and rather cool for the month, if not... totally out of character.  The weather, to be honest, is and has always been out of character as often as in it.  *wink*

Then, either working on cast... probably.  Or working on counters, and then going back downstairs to give everything open a once over, begin choosing what is to go and stay, and then letting that dry before taking more stuff down and arranging things smartly.  That will be quite a chunk of a chore, especially all together.  But a chore I have been dying to get to since this last fall... late summer?  That may be it.

Though, if I can, I will break down boxes, putting packing in sacks for trash tomorrow, and working on my room upstairs.  Beginning to reorganize and sort, moving everything to the west so as to powder then vacuum and wet vac the east side before... actually, I probably won't get to the west side until the boxes of discard are removed.  I'll bet there are thirty to fifty, stacked, in the west... as well as a similar number of keepers?  I may go through things again, if possible.  Maybe.

Oh, while doing liver, I will sack the bins.  Then distribute those where they fit the best.  Two take bigger contractor bags, four take smaller kitchen bags, and then there is the recycling bin which also takes smaller bags.  Often, the contractor bags are used to hold the little bags, especially if there is a leak.  More back up than full time use.  I tried double bagging, and more.  The cats cause problems.  Hmm... I thought I had hoods for some of them?  That might keep the cats out.  So I could double bag again.  The problem with double bagging... or quad bagging really, is the cats will knock the outer bags down in, when they jump in to forage.  Oh, they aren't starving.  They get fed two to four times a day, plus hard cat food on demand 24/7, plus treats at least twice a day.  Cats, like dogs, are just... dogs!

Oh, right... laundry.  Then a bit of a break.  Later.

Liver.

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I had to get to the liver.  Still, I wanted to taste some of it.  To track how well it does in the freezer.

The first batch was breakfast... a second breakfast.  And?  It was very good.  I used less butter, and less bacon fat.  The bacon fat was just that remaining from the four or five bits of bacon for breakfast, in which the eggs were also cooked.  Quite a nice lot, that.  As well, I used red wine vinegar, with the mother, to deglaze from the bacon and onion.  Which I cooked off... not wanting much vinegar taste.  That worked quite well.  I would guess using red wine, or red wine vinegar, to the point it was cooked off, would make little difference.

Yes, that was a very good little extra part to breakfast.  A bit grainier, due to freezing, but not a major concern.  I doubt if most would notice.  I only noticed because I was being extra perceptive, as is possible, while tasting.  It wasn't all of it, not yet.  But... on the edges, in the thinner pieces?  I can't be sure on that.  It was done to a medium rare, as before.

Now I will go make the rest of it.  This time for pate.  Which will be blended then jarred.  Some of it will go in the refrigerator, some of it will go in the freezer.  Experimenting with... this and that.  More butter will be used.  I will have to fry more bacon, probably for each batch, and there will be less onion per batch.  All good.  Richer.  As well, I will melt a bit of butter to cover the contents within the jars.  A... trick... to help with preservation.

I did reset the cast cookery to a fresh soak, but have done nothing else so far.  Though I did clean up my work station after slicing onions and liver.  Bleh, I have more onions to chop, so will have to clean up more.  So be it.  Back to it, I suppose.  And, while out there, I will bag the trash cans, and sort a few other things out.  Good to have a recycling and trash can already bagged, it makes keeping up much easier.

Yeah, and chores.  I might do those right first thing.  The girls have already been fed.  As a last thing, out there, before I need a break, or after, their litter will get hit.  I refreshed it completely yesterday, so it should be... somewhat reasonable.  Always something, and more, and a bit more.  I am just glad to be able to be mucking with it all.  I like to work, even if and when it hurts.  I just have to be abled to work in order to work.  Later.

Surprising.

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I thought I would be in a bit of distress upon waking.  I really hurt when going to bed.  I did everything I planned to do, I think.  I didn't reset the trash cans, they were still wet.  But the shower, dishes, even that spoon, rinsing the tea jug and letting it air out, laundry, and... a few other things?  I pretty much got it.  Even the instapot is reset and ready to go.  But it hurt the whole time, and I was so very tired.

A handful of tylenol, I think, while allowing my hair to dry.  Sleep was fast and hard.  It was after 18:00 before I finally crashed... minutes or an hour after though?  I know hair had dried, mostly.  A fell into sleep, not to sleep.  Wonderful, quiet, dark, painfree, restful sleep.  I did start waking around midnight?  A car, or bird, perhaps the cats... something.  Then every hour or two until around 03:00.  I tried to sleep longer.  Next it was 03:30.  I still wanted more sleep.  At 03:45 I gave up, got up, but in good shape.

It was 55 upstairs... with the windows open.  It was nearly that downstairs, with the furnace off but no windows open.  So, I turned on the furnace.  A bit of an ache, more an echo, and mostly just the shoulders and neck 'roots', not the biting horror of pain which had been the whole of that area on up to the upper back part of my skull.  An easier day, but some stretching while working, will work that out.  I checked outdoors, it is 28 F.

The trash pails should be dry.  I'll bag those first.  Dishes should be dry and can be put up.  I can hit the dishes sometime soon.  As well, I'd like to do more cleaning downstairs.  A second wipe down of the areas.  I have been using both steel wool and an old cloth facecloth.  As well, I can go through things, sort.  Washing off what is still good, setting aside what is to go and beginning to dispose of it.

The other two things I'd like to at least begin, is going through boxes looking for two things... packing, to be broken down and put out... and food stuffs, to be collected and then begin taking that down.  As well, I would like to begin breaking camp... moving my bedding and picking up the bedroom, moving most of it over so as to soon begin vacuuming and steam vacuuming up there.  I will put down baking soda, and let that absorb odors as it wants for a few days, before vacuuming.  Plus, there may be cat goop to deal with.  They vomit, but hide it sometimes.  Ugh.

If I can, that will be the day.  In parts, pieces, spats, and parcels, as I can.  Oh, I would like to do the roast in the instapot.  I have soup, but... I really need veggies for that, which will have to wait until Monday.  I'll check on the kefir, see if some of it is ready for the fridge.  Oh, and have a cup of that shortly, while I'm messing with it anyway.  I don't think that is enough for hunger.  Hmm... two eggs and three or four small (thirds) of bacon would do.  Really, one or a bit more actual piece of bacon.  Cutting them in thirds keeps consumption down, but also makes them fry flatter, and makes them easier to manage in the pan while frying.  Bacon, eggs, and kefir, oh my!  Later.