Awake, finally.

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It was 84 up there, when I was finally able to wake.  I had set the alarms for six and eight, to absolutely no good.  I have... pushed things.  Was lucky to make it to the meeting last night.  But... did.  And home.  The meeting didn't wear me, or getting to it.  I didn't get a shower in, before going, but had one just yesterday, and was mostly still good.

I probably won't do much today, though.  Just... I have pushed things.  So, a day of resting.  I may not even eat today.  Fatted coffee, sure.  But... just light even on that.

Oh, I get it.

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Difficulties, with other people.  Slights, differences, oddities, sins.  Watch anyone long enough, close enough, you will see their flaws.  Sometimes they will show you, directly.  Sometimes you will just notice.  Is someone else's sins your problem?

Yes, if they are open, out, and public about it.  If they are serious enough, in that they hurt someone else, or many others.  Possibly even if they only harm themselves, as the individual of concern.

Ah, the meeting.

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Trying to get some things sorted.  But it has started.

I haven't been being invited, for one reason or another, until this time?  But, it... has started.  Some dues to pay, in this particular portion.  Okay.  And... trying to get the new card, for my station.  So, okay.  Some of this, and some of that.  It is another level, within the organization.

It arrived.

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On first blush, I am well pleased.  It has weight, and really does look to be stainless steel.  Polished chrome outside, pure stainless inside.  It is a Demeyere, or J.A. Henkels Zwilling product.  They... have some name recognition with me, if that's not why I purchased it.  I don't (altogether) care about the name, it's the product and real qualities.  This was advertised as being what I want.

And?  On first blush, it seems to be just that.  As mentioned.  I am heating water in the pan, for a last time.  Why?  I don't want to pour that water into the new kettle.  There just seems to be extra in it.  I'll use fresh reverse osmosis in it.

It took forever.

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I ordered a stainless steel water heater, with whistle.  Stovetop sort.  I will look it over, compare the idea to the problems people seem to have with it.  If I think they got a lemon, or broke the thing and tried to get a free one after the fact, or such (a lot of liars in the review section... some anyway), I'll keep it.  Everything from China, at all price points, is suspect.

I have purchased All-Clad, when most of it was made in America.  The found a piece that was, while still very expensive, on a bit of a discount.  So I took it.  I started having problems with it.  The metal browned/rusted in an odd way.  Went looking.  Found out a) it was produced in China (now all All-Clad is) and b) there was no warrantee, guarantee, or such.  All-Clad had been life-time guaranteed.  Now, a year or something?  If that?  Getting ahold of anyone was impossible.  I realized, at least then, that they no longer had any product backing.  So I stopped buying All-Clad.

Now this?  I don't know.  I have seen complaints about the All-Clad whistling kettle getting rust, but not this one.  This is supposed to be a higher tier too.  But seems to actually be constructed of stainless, not whatever All-Clad is now constructed from (stainless doesn't rust like that).

Why spend more?  To get actual stainless (or try), and no plastic.  So that the item should last a lifetime, or two.  I am tired of buying questionable products, which break either from inferior materials and plastics which become brittle or melt, pots made of potmetal, so rust and else, and/or electronics that break down.  Trying to buy one last tea kettle for the rest of my life.

It costs twice what most kettles cost.  But, if it is actually stainless, and reasonably constructed, it will last my lifetime, and maybe find a new home when I am gone.  As is, the other kettles last two to five years.  It's a bet, if played correctly, I can't lose.  If... I can afford the upfront costs.  And... I will, did?  We'll see.  If it is inferior, for that price, back it goes.

Though, maybe, this one was actually made in Europe?  Not sure if they use the trickery that American companies do, of having China manufacture and ship all the parts, then just assemble them here, and are able to legally call it "made in America", when it really, truly, absolutely, is not an American product.  I wonder where Trump buys the hats he tosses?  Where they are actually made?  All trickery, from both sides, most likely.

Anyway, it took a long time to arrive.  Supposed to be here today, though... I won't hold my breath.  Even so, curious.

However, I think I need a nap.  Just... tapping out.  Maybe to noon.  Was hoping the items would arrive, but not yet.  I'll go on to nap.  Hopefully just a few hours.  But... I'll see.  Hmm, may set a few alarms.  Did have a steak, morning meds, and a fatted coffee.  Water the rest of the day.  Later.

Apre bread?

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I mean, I wasn't sure if the blood sugar would seriously spike after eating bread, with the hotdogs (actually polish sausages, but... tomato tomato, shut it).  At 132, it is slightly more elevated, but not into the two or three hundred range, which common bread will do.  And, yes, I looked for a bread with the ratio, and no sugar added.  Almost a unicorn to find, but it exists, in some stores, or places.  Can't remember where I bought it?

Avoid Amazon, they charge a lot, and their bread is... often... questionable.  They cut edges I won't go with mostly.  The few they have that technically look right (and some that absolutely fail) cost from $8 on up for a smaller loaf quite often.  Buying them in groups doesn't help that much, either.

On to bed.

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A rather pleasant afternoon and evening.  It remains 79, if I never opened the front door.  Still, I am very comfortable at that temp.  Life is good.

I put a few slices of bread, with a 6 to 1 ratio of carbs to fiber, and no sugar added, into the oven.  Then microwave heated four hotdogs, of the better type.  Might boost my blood sugar by a little to a lot, but... was hungry.  Wasn't all that much, but it was something, and something different.

A rather good nap.

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I wasn't sure if it was going to be a nap, or out for some large chunk of the evening, night, and possibly morning.  Two hours, as it turns out.  For me, that's about as limited a nap as I generally can do.  So... all good.  Down at 15:30ish, up at 17:30ish.  All very good.

It was 82 up there, near me, 81 in the main.  It was 78 down in this front room, but has gone up a degree since turning the machine back on, and being here as well.  The main part was 73, just turned 74.  The kitchen is, or was, closer to 72.  Pleasant.  Even 78 is nice, after 82.  And, yet, I was resting well at 82.

Late!

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Running slow, lost my phone, had to shower.  Got the shower in, dressed, then started looking.  For whatever reason, I thought it was still in the eighth hour.  Couldn't find the phone here, or there, or anywhere I would usually put it, or leave it.  Not the bathroom drawer I use for my simple things while showering, or in the sweats I wore yesterday, or the pants.  Not on the desk, on the coffee table, or in the kitchen somewhere?

Had I lost it again, or had it be stolen, again?  Ugh... here, there, other places.  Dropped out of my pj's, near where I sit... or recline?  I found it it the couch, near one side, tucked in?  That... shouldn't have been.  Even if I had lost it on the couch, I didn't sit near that end.  Doesn't make sense.

Shortly before I realized I was going to be late, but had no way to call, and no way to make it in on time, I got very frustrated!  Ugh.  By the time I found the phone, it was a minute past my appointment.  Still, I called.  To reset or... rearrange the appointment.  Not too unhappy.  I think this is my first technical miss?

And, they had an appointment come free just this morning.  I'm not the only one, just the only one without a phone.  We set it up and I got in.  Nice.  I did ask about the wound, drying out.  They gave me a method to sort that out.  Rather than changing it too often, just open it up a bit, and hydrate it.  As well, they didn't want me double packing the wound bed.  Even if it isn't visible, they said, it was still acting.

So back to every three days, if opening up to add fluid, for me, probably every day and a half.  I can do that.  Do I trust them?  Yes, I... do.  Enough to follow their orders.  If that doesn't work, I'll... figure something else out.  I... don't follow orders to my miserable pain if there remains viable options.  I can be clever, and still follow general guidelines.  Unless those prove false somehow.  So... add fluid, go lighter on the wound bed mats.  Check.

I then drove to see if a shop was open.  Not.  So I went to pick up sour cream, in order to make a cream cheese.  And for other reasons, things.  My friend offered instructions.  I had thought that was to the shop, but no.  It was a shortcut to the dairy.  At first I... couldn't understand.  Then I did.  Nice.  Now I know.

So tired.  I may attempt a nap.  It is up to 88 outside, but 74 up in this front room, 72 in the main, and 70 in the kitchen.  Upstairs?  Probably warmer.  Oh, but a steak first.  I will on eat half, but that will be very good.  Another fatted coffee.  And, then, a nap?  I will text my friend, let him know a few things, and thank him for the directions... if I hadn't understood them... until I did.

Have a good day.

Work helps.

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Not all that much work, to be honest.  Still, pushing past my desire to rest, to help in small ways, with the plumbing, and getting to town, moving the old refrigerator out, and such?  It... added up.  How can I tell?  With what I ate, normally blood sugar would have spiked to into the low two hundreds to on into the upper three hundreds.

Fasting blood sugar, this morning, is 115.  Oh, sure.  Up a handful and a half from the 101 of yesterday.  But nowhere near the ceiling it often finds.  A heavy fatted coffee, after the meal, I think helped too.  The work and the extra fats both did their job.  And... a pretty solid carnivore diet for the near week before.

So much for a day off.

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Though I wasn't the only one.  My friend was set for a rare day off.  Or part of one.  He has been working since seven this morning.  It's... 19:33.  And?  He has to drive mosquito abatement now... or... at sunset, for two to four hours.  None of us normies knows how he does it.

The water supply was in.  What remained was the drain.  A part was ordered, couldn't find it locally.  It arrived today.  But, while fitting in the drain, we realized one of the water supply lines was in the way.  Galvanized, so we replaced it with pex.  Had to redo some of the drain line, say ten feet?  Plus, put the line from dishwasher through, and a pee trap, and basically another six to ten feet of piping, with the pee trap, a few 45s and 15s (elbows).

Done.

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I went through things.  Smelling each, tossing some, but mostly it was new food.  So... all good?  Mostly.  I think so.

This refrigerator is bigger than my old one, somehow.  By measurements, external ones, it isn't different.  But inside there is vastly more room.  Three shelves instead of two.  The drawers are much larger.  Even the door shelves are more and far roomier as well, somehow?  It doesn't make sense.

Perhaps they truly engineered the space, rather than just... putting it together without thought?  Being smaller, it really isn't a high end refrigerator.  Though, of the ones I looked at, it is of the better variety.  But they just don't make high end smaller refrigerators, at least not commonly available ones.  

In any case, I am well pleased with this refrigerator.  For now.  Hopefully that continues for a bit.  Maybe until I get out of the house?  Maybe.

Why not in bed?  Would you believe I am too tired?  That... is the facts.  I need to relax, and ease down, before I can get to bed.  I may even take some painpills.  Just, those ribs, the legs, hurt.  A lot.

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Got... lost...  Forgot to post this.  A package arrived.  With, among other things, parts for the old toilet flow valve (or such).  I added the part, it fits.  Works?  That'll... be another day.  I'll pull the new, off-brand, one, before long.  And try this, and the whole (supposed to be name-brand but isn't) one.  See if they work.  If they both work, I'll put the old one, the original, back in... with the new part.

The painpills did help.  I think it was the pain that was keeping me awake.  Mostly just below the surface.  Or I was too tired to consciously be aware of it.  It's still there, but eased a bit, I should be able to get a nap in.

Still?  Very nice.  Trach out, and it was picked up.  Refrigerator in, leveled, and reloaded.  Medicine, both morning and "night" taken (in case I don't wake up soon).  The toilet valve refit, just waiting to test.  A few emails sent.  Hoping for a bit more information back, but got some back.

All very good.  Just so tired, and sore even over the painpills.  A day or two of rest.  Then... back to things.  Good morning, and day.  Now... get off my porch!  Saying that always cheers me up.  Even if I don't care if you squat my porch or not.  Just... not... that kind of squatting.  Bleh.  Later.

Yes, it's in.

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It's been in, and leveled, for a while.  Plugged in, set up as suggested, and running.

I need to get things put back, whatever I am going to put back in it.  Who knows.  But... I best get to it.  It's a nice looking fridge.  Stainless, but that is cheaper than the old options.  I don't get that, but... it's the way of things these days.  I don't mind stainless, I just wouldn't ever have paid a premium for it, or a premium for the old "regular" type.  If all else is the same, I'll take the less expensive "skin".

More coffee.

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Did get it and in a timely fashion.  If, probably, only because I was working in the kitchen.

As well, I did sweep and mop, twice.  Then moved the old refrigerator to a cleaned corner, then mopped a few more times over what had been done, and over the part of the floor the fridge had previously been occupying as a temporary staging area before... cleaning the area it went to.

Coffee, finally.

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I boiled water.  And... more water.  And... more water?  I just... couldn't... remember.  I set the alarm, to let me know when it was ready.  Or should be.  When the alarm went off, two or three different times?  I would hit it then... totally forget... what it was about!  I am weary.

Finally, after two, three, or four times, having to refill the pan because it had nearly boiled off, I... got it.  Coffee then brewed, and the last half of the steak cooked yesterday, warmed and eaten as well.  Bitters, too, this time.  It's just... fat is... getting to me, again.  In part because I had stopped eating for a while.  It's the meat fat that gets to me.  The cream is easy to take in.  If too, difficult to void.  Always... a trick to things.

I checked earlier.  Didn't see a single trash bin out.  Or recycling bin.  I'll check again, shortly.  Looking up and down the street.  Is it slightly overcast out there, or... just... some odd light play as the sun begins to approach greatly distantly.  Difficult to quite know quite yet.  I doubt it?  But this has been a strange year, or a cooler one anyway.

I may set up another coffee.  Hoping it will... help, with things?  Having a terrible time waking up, staying awake, this morning.  I did a lot of work, probably overdid things just a bit.  Happy with it.  More to do yet this morning.  But... there is a cost, and difficulties come with it.  I am merely writing to... plant goals, give them a voice somewhere beside just in my mind, and to WAKE UP!  Or try.

If I haven't responded to things, don't worry.  I've just broken a little bit.  I'll... get to it when I can.  Ugh... would you believe even my hands are cramping?  Lightly, but that... definitely means I have... done some work.  I don't even mind, save that it cripples me up for a bit.  And I want to do more.

Other than emptying the refrigerator, after getting trash (and recycling if that seems the plan) out (if it is the day)?  And sweeping and mopping?  That'll be it for today.  When the refrigerator shows up, and gets placed, I'll probably go on back to bed for... whatever time is needed.  Hopefully just a nap, but it might be a long stretch of sleep.  My body is sore.

Well, time to check for bins out there.  If not out there, I'll empty the fridge.  Move it, sweep, and mop.  Good morning and day.

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Oh... forgot to post.  Saw one trash barrel out, so put mine out.  Pretty full.  After emptying the fridge, could put another bag out, but there is no room for it.  So It'll just have to go out after the bin is emptied.  And, yes, got the refrigerator emptied, and moved.  Now I just need to sweep and mop the area.  I'll... take a break, and get to it by 6:30.

Delivery is sometime this morning, between seven and eleven, or so I have been informed.  Usually they are pretty accurate.  Before anything goes back in, it will get a sniff test.  I don't want old refrigerator smelling things to go back in.  If I am out, I am... just out.  I tossed a lot of things out of an abundance of caution.  May toss more, due to simple odor.  I don't care, I don't want my new fridge to stick like the old one right off the bat.

I was a bit surprised at how light the old refrigerator is, empty.  I could, did, move that myself with absolute ease.  Nice.  I just need a minor break.  Then to it.  Oh... the coffee should be brewed.  This time I remembered the water, but was in the kitchen so heard it begin to boil.  Good thing, though.  As I forget to set an alarm.

Coffee.  More coffee!  Gosh but life is tight right now.  Ugh.  Later.

Awake, and a bit better.

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I was barely getting through yesterday.  Couldn't work, couldn't stand, couldn't think, could barely write.  Don't remember much.  Hope I... did what I was supposed to do?  I did get a shower.  I did clear the tosser stuff from my desk, if there is more to go, if lessor by two thirds?  Or so.  And I did bring the coolers up from the basement, last night, as a nearly final act.

The final act being clearing the drop in freezertop, so as to put the meat in the refrigerator freezer into there.  So that is clear.  And I turned the freezer, in the refrigerator, down.  Boy that thing is cold.  Works well for an old, very old, possibly very very old refrigerator.  But it smells like it's an old refrigerator.

A few quick things.

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First?  I am toast.  Today.  Nothing else will be done.  Am barely awake.  I wouldn't even say I am awake.  I'm just not asleep.  Mostly.  Only awake because I... was waiting on something.  Something I don't think will be showing up.  Okay.  Texted a quick query.  Will... know soon enough.  Then on to bed.  Or more fully on to bed.

It's 80, here in this front room.  And I am freezing.  I took a shower, which often heats me up?  I have had two fatted coffees.  Plus I had half a steak.  Frigid, I am.  Crazy, but okay?  Okay.  Blood sugar is 111.  I wondered if it had dropped much lower, to like 70, or 80.  Sometimes that makes me feel cold.  But, nope.  Nice read, but nothing too special.

A bit.

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Coffee down, and morning medicines.  Still rather tired.  Did clear the desktop, a bit.  More to go, but I got... most of the trash where it goes.  What remains, mostly, is... clutter.  Clutter material I want or need to manage rather than just throw out.  Then a shower was taken.

A half an hour to noon.  So, I've been up over four hours.  But getting going even on what little I have done has been... difficult.  It has taken every ounce of focus I could gather to push through to this point.  Really thinking about a nap.  Save I really don't want to nap!  Trying to limp through to early evening.

Up far earlier than expected.

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I had hoped to get to bed by, say, 20:00, maybe 20:30.  It wasn't until between 22:30 and 23:00 when I went in and down.  But down hard and fast.  No shower, couldn't.  I was doing good, at that point, to crab-shuffle up the stairs to get to bed.  I looked at the time but just know (believe) it was before 23:00 by a bit.  And 74 degrees?  I think so.

It was 74, up near me, when I woke up.  I slept, and slept, and... slept.  Keep thinking the alarm should go off and disturb my sleep Zen.  But, no.  It didn't.  Had I set it?  I think I checked, and rechecked.  Both were set.  But I don't remember being able to see the time.  I was... tired.  Confused a bit.  A good run of work, lately.

Years.

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While waiting to hear back, about whether to expect a visit this afternoon or evening, I went in and laid down on my couch.  Grabbed a seat cushion pillow and a blanket I keep down here.  For chilly mornings, and winter.  I arranged all and tucked in.  Tried to get Sassy to come up and nap with me, but she was having none of it.

If... it's a new situation, she just won't... do whatever.  Until, or unless, she becomes used to it on her own, in her time.  Which is fine with me.  Other than picking her up, some rare times, I don't bother her too much.  Sometimes she fusses about that, sometimes no.  But she doesn't get mean.

That may be it.

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I vacuumed again.  Then moved the furniture and got the other vacuum down.  It has much finer control, gets the smaller bits a bit better, mostly.  And it handles like a sports car rather than a dumptruck.  Then I vacuumed with the house vac, moved the furniture back, and pretty much called that good.

I haven't worked in the electronic corner, or the table, or end table type drawer... thing.  Or much else.  Still, it's a good deal of work done today.  Ribs are hurting.  Too tired to do more.  I am calling it a day.

More and more.

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Not at a great clip.  Though not at a terribly slow pace either.  The couch, coffee table, and a side table were cleared and moved so as to vacuum under.  A rough vacuum.  I may be getting the other vacuum cleaner down shortly.  I just went upstairs, but... wasn't thinking about that.  TWO trips up the stairs.  Yes, I am getting tired.

Oh, well, and while clearing those I got pretty much everything else out?  Well, no.  I have a table and table stand to clear. and one corner of stuff, near the television, to sort.  Still, a very nice lot of work done.  In two distinct batches.  I am having to take breaks every few hours to half hour, depending on just how much was involved with the work.  Light stuff?  I can go a bit to a lot longer.  The heavy stuff gets to me pretty quickly.

Just the living room.

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So far.  I have moved 95% of the stuff in there, out.  Boxes of stuff that is.  I vacuumed about a third to half the floor.  Quite a little bit of work, to be honest.  And I am wearing out.  I probably won't be able to keep up the pace to date.  But I should be able to do bits and parts along the way.

I am hoping to get everything else out of the living room.  Vacuum the areas I already hit, again.  Move furniture, vacuum under those areas, then put things back, or... rearrange as I would like.  If I can get that done, then all I really feel the great need to do after that is to clean the floors in the kitchen and this front room.

Up, and well?

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Oh, well, a few aches and grumps.  But... good, really.  I have felt this bad from days, weeks, months, of doing nothing.  Fact, I have felt worse after some of those times, or in the middle of nothingness.  So, I'm... good.  Very good.

It's cool in here, if already up to 77, if that was an hour ago.  Seems to be warming quickly, today.  Outside.  It is hitting 70 in this front room.  Up from 66.  If the main is staying at 70, so far.  It'll be a warm one, I think.  This next week or two will begin seeing just how potent my new "house trim" settings work.  If I have to, I'll put the ac's in, and turn them up.

Oh, that was pretty good.

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At first I wasn't sure.  It smelled... strange.  But, there was stuff in the oven.  I... need to clean that.  I have so much else to do, that won't be first on my list.  Especially since baking will be a rare thing for a goodly bit.  Still, it's... definitely on the list.  That might have been the problem.  Or... the off odor.

As for flavor?  Texture?  It reminded me of a pancake.  Say one that was sweetened, so that no syrup was needed.  But they were very good.  I make a seven by five?  Or so, casserole dish of it.  It cut into six parts, but I ended up eating them all.  Was hungry.  Still am, that isn't very much food.

I found the recipe.

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While late, I decided to go for it.  Five (or six) eggs, eight ounces of cream cheese, a bit of vanilla, a pinch of salt (my add), allulose and my other sweetener.  Just a touch of those.  Blend, butter the backing dish, and in at 350 for 25 to 40 minutes.

Not bad, not everything.

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I cleared space, and straightened up, the spare bedroom.  Only to shove half a dozen more boxes in there.  Still, yea.  It had to go somewhere.  I just can't go through it all right now.  Though, while packing and moving, I am pulling trash, empty boxes, or making boxes empty by filling part empty boxes with other partially empty boxes.

I am surprised how much I could get done, did open up, in there.  Making holes is making a mess, and exposing a mess.  But... it's... a start.

A bit more.

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I had wanted to cook.  Something.  A cheesecake, carnivore.  A custard?  I just couldn't make up my mind.  Didn't want to fry anything.  Just... no.  Not even that I'm not hungry, though I'm not.  I suppose I simply didn't want to waste the time trying to make something.  I did look at various recipes.  I must have lost one.  I may look on my blog, see if I can find something.  I am sure there was something easier.  I'll... look.  Though it's probably too late tonight.

I did get the dust pile, in the kitchen, up and tossed.  I also cleaned the waterline ring in my toilet, right to the shine.  I finished a half dozen boxes in this front room.  Sorted a few others.  Paring, tossing, sorting, as I went.  Which required sweeping again, up here.  Oh, and moved my desk a bit, and swept under it too.

Very good.

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I have been working pretty steady.  Sorting, tossing, packing away, sweeping, moving things and sweeping more.  I have done a lot of work today.  And yet there is so much more to go!  I'm not sure just how much I will honestly be able to finish.  I will have the path cleared.  I probably do have the path cleared.  For a simple through.  Mostly.  But I'll open things just a bit more. to make absolutely sure.

However, I want to clean, too.  And move boxes in to where I can sort them more easily.  I keep wanting to clean, before everything gets moved.  That isn't the most... efficient way to go.  However, there is a limit to how much heavier physical work I can do over time.  I need lighter work, after wearing myself out.  So it... might sort of be required.

Not bad.

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Oh, not... complete.  Though I did something else, as well as got a good start on the efforts.  I cleaned the sink and toilet, and around the base of the toilet.  Yeah.  Guys... aren't... always good at keeping on top of those things.  And... probably need more effort in that zone as well?  There is still a bit of a ring around the toilet bowl.  Working on that, over time.  I'll get it back to trim.

Then I started doing some work in this front room.  I've cleared... a third of what remained after clearing... a fifth sometime back?  It's... almost beginning to look like a room.  While a third of the floor space is cleared, it's really more, since some things are simply scattered.  Stacked, I could probably put everything into a fifth of the space, not even including the two desks.  Though... the desks need to be cleared too, a bit.

Awake before the ten alarm.

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Beating it by an half hour isn't an all out win.  Really tried to be up in the eighth hour.  Simply ran out of snoozes and time.  I did try.  I used all but the last one.  Surrendering that to the morrow.  Or some other day.  But... I do keep trying.  I'll... get it.  I do need to go to bed earlier.

The last few days I ended up either doing something too late into the day, or intending that.  As well, I have worked three days in a row.  Some of it heavier.  Yesterday wasn't technically heavy?  But, for me, it's about as much as I can usually do.  But came a day after much heavier (for me) work, and a day before that, again, of my usual maximum.  So... yeah.  Falling to sleep, after working even into the later afternoon is difficult for me.  It takes me a while to come down.

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I... wanted to see.

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I didn't need to test blood sugars again.  But... I wanted to see the number, to reinforce why not to eat out.  It (almost) always bunts blood sugar from... wherever it is up to the three hundred to four hundred range.  Which really does make me unhappy.  So... I checked.  Not only was it, of course, not in that upper range, but it came down further.  At 111, that is the lowest, I think, that it has been since I have been heading into carnivore.

So happy I didn't give in to my cravings.  I skipped fruit, for the same reason I skipped a burger and fries, pizza, or else.  Just having some cottage cheese and another fatted coffee.  I do like those.  I do.  The cravings?  I knew those would happen, after eating 'junk' food for three months.

Trying to eat more ribeye, more fatted coffee, and filling up on water beyond.  The cravings aren't a problem, here at home.  It's mostly when I leave, go to town.  Something... just... switches.  I suppose it's because, while starving at home, when I would get out I would eat out.  A bit of a link between the two was created.

Maybe only one if four, this week, or the last two weeks?  But I did resist this time.  One at a time.  This time... is good.  Will see if success leads to success, and I begin being more able.  I do have another week, where carbs are slightly tolerated.  Still, I'd... like to start tapping the breaks early.  In hopes of sorting this out before, rather than after.

You do realize humans are the only mammal on the planet that is confused about what to eat?  And how much?  So much for a big brained apex predator!  :)   Or... success lead to our failure?  Since we can eat it all, we do?  :p  Bleh.  Still, not today.  And the toilet works.  The tank fills quickly.  And I think I have the leak managed.  Will check in the morning.

No cleaning.  I just... wore myself on the plumbing work and trip to town.  There is tomorrow.  Goodnight.

Bah!

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I... had to look.  More information, on the toilet.  So, after looking, I went to tinker.  And, in tinkering?  Broke, the water outlet from the failed(ing) gasket.  Yes, there is plastic in that assembly, easily broken apparently.  I was trying to take it off, without disassembling the whole thing.  Didn't... go to plan.

Fine.  But I didn't want to go a week without a fully functioning toilet.  So I got in and to town, to the h.w. store.  They only had a cheap pseudo replacement.  At least it was actually cheap.  No gouging on inferior... well... more than is to be expected.

Hmm... a bit more?

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Not filling.  Or... well.  Not overflowing though either?  I'll check the fill level, but I don't think that is it.  I think it is just not filling very quickly, so just keeps running.  There is an internal valve, which probably needs to be replaced.  Though, as mentioned, for now I am going with just replacing the whole thing.  As... there could be problems in various areas that can't easily be fixed.  Or fixed at all.

I'll look it over, after reviewing more materials.  It's... just a matter of tinkering.  And, maybe, knowing there is nothing to be done.  It does get enough water to flush, over an half hour to hour.  So... for now... that might be as good as it gets.

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Was about to begin in on things when...

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Coffee and the remainder of the steak from last night.  A few bits and pieces, as I... got going.  Little things, in the way, or soon to be, or so it was believed.  Take care of the little stupid things before trying to bull through, isn't it?  Then to the bathroom, typical duty.  Flush.  Hmm.  Flush, flush?  No flush.

No water in the tank.  Hmm... Beginning the troubleshooting process.  First, to figure out which way the handle turns, to turn off the water.  Is it on?  Is there water flowing to it?  Hmm...  I finally sorted out how to turn it off.  Then disconnected the hose from the tank.  Checked the water flow, through the hose.  That works.  So... it's the check?  Okay.

Awake!

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Excited, a bit, for two causes.  First, I was awake before nine, having gone to bed a bit after midnight.  And, while that is not unusual in itself, given the excursions and efforts of yesterday, that is very very good.  For me.  And, second, I am awake.  But not just awake.  I... feel pretty good.  Would like to get coffee, and maybe something to eat, in.  Then get to work.

I think I can work, today.  I... almost feel good?  The body is ever so slightly tight?  It knows it walked, and lifted, and pushed some things.  It knows it was up a long day.  But it's... like it used to be, before falling ill.  Just... a bit off the top, not eaten, of possibles resources, down to the dregs.  I'm... good.  I really think so?  Yes.

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A bit of a miracle day.

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No time to write.  Until now.

I was up... I think I wrote about my morning.  I did get a shower in.  Then got dressed and out.  I went to the office of one of my doctors, obtained an order, for bloodwork.  Then did a bit of shopping there.  Then went to costco for a bit more shopping.  Filled the tank.  And?  Something else, that first run.

Not as early as hoped.

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I set the alarm for four and six.  I gave the four two or three snoozes, hoping I could wake.  Realized that wouldn't happen, so turned it off.  The six alarm offered more hope.  I turned it off, thinking I was awake, a few snooze bars in.  Here it is, almost nine, and I am just rolling out.  I pushed that too hard.

Oh, and I feel a bit warm.  The problem with eating carbs is that they do heat the body, or at least mine.  Annoying.  I will finish that last three quarters of the last sandwich today.  A bit this morning, a bit later.  It's... there.  I paid for it.  Pretty expensive, these days.

I... cheated again.

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I suspected I would.  Before leaving for town.  So I ate steak, the last third of the sirloin.  Which means I had two thirds of a pretty hefty sirloin, through the day, and two large fatted coffees, maybe three?  Trying to keep from... doing what I did, suspected I would do, intended to do.

Jimmy Johns.  Better than the others?  I doubt it.  But that was the goal.  Two foot long's.  One with two meats, one with every meat they have.  I liked it, but didn't crave it, while eating it?

Not all that was hoped.

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Would you believe it was too cool?  I... don't know how long into the morning I made it, maybe eleven?  Then I simply clocked out.  Couldn't do much up to then, either.  I got coffee in, medicine, and a third of the sirloin.  Then I absolutely crashed.  I went up for a quick nap, not waking until... 15:00?  Give or take an half hour.

Then, after an hour or two, I finally did get a shower taken.  With plans on getting to a doctor's office for a bit of business, to the bank, to order the refrigerator, and was hoping to stop at costco.  I... only got the middle two of those things done.

Up, if a bit late.

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Around six thirty when I rolled out, give or take a decade.  It is 78 upstairs, near where I sleep.  If I could get venting for the attic, that would fix that.  But I... at the moment, don't mind.  Downstairs is 67/66, cooler up front, probably even cooler in the kitchen.  Outside is why, which surprised me.  It is only 44 out there?  On July 2nd?  Okay.  But... yes, cooler.  Maybe not freakishly cooler?  Though... maybe.  Well, that it rained yesterday, to my notion, at this time of year, is freakish.

Cold, but I am... almost... beginning to adjust.  Not to the cold, or the heat, but both at once.  I can adjust to almost anything.  I just... need some time.  I am one of "those" people?  Or... something.  Not absolutely convinced I am a people, but there is no legit app for that.  :p

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Just a touch more.

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Unpacking the small refrigerator was far easier than anticipated.  I expected to have to wrestle with strapping, then heavy duty staples, and who knows what else.  Nope!  Just cut the nylon spanning straps, the top lifted off (as I was beginning to dismantle it) and... done.  I did have to unwrap it, and take off a few corner protectors.

But, really?  They thought the packing through, and made it simple enough for a cave man.  I should know!  I had already spent an half hour clearing a space for it, and sweeping the floor where it would go.  It was just a matter of moving the thing.

Not a lot.

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So far?  The dorm refrigerator did get landed on my stoop.  Very surprised.  Ordered it Friday, wasn't listed as being delivered until the third to the fifth.  But... often later.  Two business days ain't bad, if over the weekend and they work weekends.  Even deliver fed.  They can be a bit more hit or miss than ups, or that used to be the case.

With the price of fuel, and everything wonky, probably never to return, on top of inflation and D.C.'s seeming war with the world?  I'm... almost surprised anything is moving, available, and more.  It's... coming to an end, almost no matter how things go, near or far.  For now, I just... am thankful for another day without nukes flying.  Yea, we are nearing there.  The globalists would rather rule an ashtray than surrender, renegotiate, realize all they have is nukes, and that won't matter to those they have already bombed or else into the stoneage.  No, it's not Biden.  He's doing good to scribble his coloring books, and stay in the lines, at this point.  I'd like to see his signature, compared to what it really was, when he signs things into law.  Or... does he just have a stamp?  Or does Jill use the stamp?

Burgers.

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Fried well.  Done, but not to terrible dryness.  I couldn't finish them.  I ate what I could though.  No need for bitters?  Well, I might have some, shortly, just to... clear that up a hair.  Or... make sure it doesn't come back to get me?  It wasn't... all that good, tasty.  But it was good enough.  And provided a nice dose of leaner protein.

Oh, last night?  I did remove the specialist grade dressing, as I may have written.  Initially just covering the wound with ointment, gauze, and a larger border dressing, with some breathability.  But, that... didn't work well.  My leg, the wound, was simply killing me.

Looks like the storm is sticking around.

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It isn't active.  No rain, or thunder for that matter.  But the clouds are thick and staying, for now.  Could go away in an hour, if that's the way it will go.  Or may stay for days.  I'll know soon enough.  Pleasant, though.  Cold?  Well, yes.  It's 72 in this front room.  And humidity is up.  But I'll take that, after the last few days.  It looks like ac use will be stalled a little longer.  Yes, I am stalling.  But, too, eating carnivore has vanquished the need in even the recent conditions.

The griddle is heating.  I checked the burger.  It is good.  So I set up to half pounders.  The rest I bagged.  Hoping that works well.  And, I was thinking about throwing the old steak out.  But, examined it too.  No, I think it is good enough even yet.  I may have that, instead of the sirloin, later.  While it is far richer, fattier, it is far smaller.  Not even an inch thick.  So I'll have to be careful while cooking it.

A reasonable awakening.

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Not as early as I would have liked?  That nap like thing first, then up three hours before finally getting to bed, upset that applecart.  Still.  Up at 5:30.

Trash and recycling gathered and out.  Well, and I checked out there first.  It's down to 58, but rained sometime during the night.  I didn't hear a thing.  It may have been soft.  Or, maybe not.  It left a reasonable amount of wetness around.  So either it hit hard, or sprinkled much of the night?  I just don't know, no way to tell.

About to drop again.

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At 22:24, a three hour wakeful nap?  An inverse nap?  It's nearing time to go on back to sleep.  I would have been to bed earlier, but I forgot to add a couple of cans of water and a double shot of electrolytes.  I got the fatted coffee down, but just.  Did I need it?  Hard to tell, when just coming to, or back to, carnivore.  It takes a while to get the rope jumping down on the gig.

Anyway, it was filling.  Which... I made me need for it to pass a bit so I could add water.  Then I... sort of forgot.  Until I realized I was so tired I could drop.  Then put it back on the program, and am getting it in.

I did get to bed.

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At 17:00, give or take five, if probably to the earlier side.  Here it is, 19:34 and here I sit.  Too hot, but the effects were the problem, not the general condition.  My eyes are dry as sandpaper.  As well, the wound had dried up, consumed all the collagen fluids and materials I had put in, as well as sealing tighter and tighter on my leg until it became the equivalent of a... skin-based tourniquet?  Something.

Oh, that was annoying me harshly.  The wound the worst.  I pulled the bandage, then put on a 6x6, that is supposed to breath, just adding a dab of standard triple anti-biotic or the other ointment, and 2x2 gauze for simple padding.  Tried to get back to sleep, but that area on my leg was killing me.

Warm upstairs?

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Most likely in the low 80s.  So far that hasn't been too difficult for me.  With a fan going.  Yes, it's about bedtime.  Nearing 17:00.  By the time I get up there, lay down, and tuck in, it'll be that time, maybe ten after.

I'll feed Sassy a final meal before going to sleep.  I haven't been letting her come up.  I do for a while, until she starts gagging to wake me up.  She gets plenty of food.  She just... acts up sometimes.  So, she gets grounded to the downstairs for a few days to a week.  Then gets a few days up.  I try to keep it at that, or she'll take advantage of it.

Honestly?

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A beautiful day.  Amazingly so.

I stepped out just now, to check the outdoor temperature.  92.  Indoors, down here, it is 76 in the main portion, a little cooler in the kitchen, 81 up here, with the computer, me, and the fan.  No ac running.  Three fans, two down here, front and back, and one upstairs.  And?  Windows open in the back areas.  This house is... different.  If you close it up, then it will get hotter.

Someone is flirting?

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Watching me climb out of the grave, again?  Enjoying the show?  And more.

I really have to think so.

Coffee and steak.

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Food is good.  Coffee is still part of it.  Is coffee good for you?  Some say no, some say yes, others believe it is a religious thing while drinking regular soda?  No.  So, for me, if I were to vote it in or out, it would be based on health.  What I have seen is that... it is debatable.  Which... most likely means it could very well be good for some people, but not others.

As it stands, consensus is deemed more important than truth.  Neither side of the debate cares if the other side might have the truth of it, for some subsection of population.  It's... all or nothing.  "I win".  Right or wrong.  So... I don't worry about what they think.

Hmm? Up a bit late.

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Well, after tending coffee, feed Sassy, changing her water, and dressing at least for around the house, then looking over some things this morning, it's 5:09 as I write.  By my watch, 5:11 by the computer.  :p  Bleh.

It was 78 upstairs, near me, when I got up, 72 in the main area of my home, and now anyway is 74 up front.  Outside was 51/52.  though it may cool a goodly bit with the front door open a crack now.  I close that as I go to bed these days.  So this front room gets just a bit warmer.  That... with it being in the low 90s, perhaps mid 90s, yesterday.  Not bad.  I may finally have figured a few things out.  Though, how long I will be able to keep it cooler is difficult to know.  And, this front room does get up to the low 80s by mid to later afternoon.  But, for now, that is easily tolerable.  I would never have believed I could handle that so well.

I... think of them.

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They have been on my mind, and more, since... I was... quite young.

Inside.

Midnightish?

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Well, it was.  I was sure it was just a bit after midnight when I awoke, and started getting going.  I am sure of it, from five to fifteen after.  But, as I sit writing, the clock down here read 1:18?  I... did go to the morning bathroom, and checked the thermometer outside (51/52 F, rheumy morning eyes can't see well), then fed Sassy.  Oh, and I set the water heating, for coffee.  Then filled the french press so all I have to do is pour when ready.

But... those... shouldn't take close to an hour.  Hmm.  The alarm clock, upstairs, has a button which will change the time zone.  If I am pretty sure I didn't bump it.  Hmm...  Upstairs is 75/78 (warmer near my sleeping pad).  Down here it is 72 in the main, 73 in this front room.  I had the door closed, and fan off.  Still, rather... interesting.  It did get to the mid 70s, for sure.  I think 76 was the highest I saw, but that doesn't mean it was the high.  Still, for this late in this month, it is a cooler temp.  I'll take it.  Farmers need some heat though, and will get it.

More steak.

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It has been so long since I have had a sirloin steak, I didn't know what to expect.  To be honest, I thought I'd be eating a dry, plain, simple steak.  And, to a degree yes... and no.  I am rather pleased with this steak.

For flavor?  Sure, it doesn't have the fat of a ribeye.  But, living on such high fat lately, it's... actually pleasant to have a lower fat meat.  Just for the novelty.  But the flavor of the beef, just the beef, was quite good.

Wow, so cool this morning.

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It's just to 61/62 out there, at closing on nine my local time.  Indoors, it is 71 front and back, and down to 75 upstairs.  That, upstairs, is the lowest I have seen it in... a week?  Two?  Maybe three?  No, not even sure about two weeks.  But... beyond a week.  It was just staying right at 78 to more like 82 up there.  Though I did change the direction of my ceiling fan.  I'm just not sure if it was that, or the extreme drop in temperature last night.  I just... don't know.  Will find out.  Though I think the ceiling fan reversal was the right call.

It's nice to have it be cooler.  But, I'll tell you, again, as when it dropped to 30, my fingers and even fingernails, hurt from the cool.  It isn't the temperature.  I can handle, and enjoy, 71.  But, when it goes from the low 90s to 46?  In a day?  The fast change gets to me.  Another mug of fatted coffee will help, until it warms.  I am sure it'll get up to the 70s or even 80s today?  Or... maybe not.  It is impressively cool, seems to be sticking, even later into the morning.

A cooler morning.

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It is 46 outside, at the moment.  Haze and some sparse clouds around?  Or... I thought that is what I saw.  Could all be gone in a flash, or might coalesce into a storm.  Unusual, but this, as all years, has it's idiosyncrasies?  It was down to 77/78 upstairs.  Not all that much cooler, but lower than the 82 it has been running the last few nights?  80?  In there.  The downstairs is running from 68 up front here, to 71 in the main.  Much cooler, a strangely cool cave this day.  But I'll gladly take it.

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Coffee was made.  The leftover steak was heated, in the microwave against my nature.  But it was quick, and easy.  Just a touch warm, though, not truly heated.  I am liking fat and protein on the cooler side.  Easier to digest, along with being less done.  Life is good.

Hard and yet, not.

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The day, that is.  I am weary.  Never did get a nap.  Did make it to town.  Picked up the order.  Remembered, as well, to pay a bill.  All good.

While in town, I was speaking with a young man.  Sometimes conversations just happen.  Asked how his day was going, after receiving a salutation.  "Hot" was his reply.  I asked if he meant that he was was suffering from it, or just noting the warmth.

A woman on my mind.

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No, not one I was ever with.  One I had a crush on, as a freshman.  I could remember her face, and body.  My older brother, one of them, interested the woman.  Girl, really, but?  No, back then, a senior in high school wasn't really considered a girl.  For some legal things, and... some other things.  But... certainly not in all ways, as many are considered today?

Though, age has something to do with it.  Yes.

Nap time?

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I don't think so.  Too late.  Time just ran on, and on, and on.  It's not all that late, just nearing ten.  Still cool, if a bit humid... at least for around here, and compared to normal.  Humidity is at 54%, according to the closest device.  The upstairs will be different.  It is usually more humid up there?  I thought so.

Mother called, but then didn't call through.  She was trying to call someone else.  At least she did answer when I called back.  I try not to keep her on the line too long, in those, or any, cases.  This time it was her who kept talking.  I don't mind, I just don't want to be a bother.  If... you know what I mean.

Hmm, maybe not.

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I decided to cook a batch of eggs.  And, decided to use the duck fat.

It just isn't what I once thought it was.  Though, perhaps, it goes rancid much faster than thought?  No.  It wasn't rancid.  I would have smelled that.  So, what was the problem?  Does duck fat just not go well with eggs?  The eggs are good.  That I know.

No nap, yet.

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I had some things on my mind.  Went looking.  Ran into one of my carnivore humor people.  And... he is still at it.  Oh, he... is working.  On things, his diet, and such.  I suppose.  But he... I don't know.  I do laugh.  With him?  At him?  Depends on when, what, he is suggesting.

Peels of thunder.

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Pretty close, but not seeing it.  Not frequent, yet.  So, maybe when I look up, it's already done?  Further than it seems?  A touch of a sprinkle, very intermittent, as I cooked my steak.  But... a pleasant weather system.  I do hope it rains a bit.  Though, at this time of year, surprised we even got spit on by the clouds.  Not completely unheard of, just not... all that common.

The steak cooked well.  Almost let it cook too long, but caught it.  Actually caught it, this time, with plenty of time.  Still mostly rare.  It's an inch and a half thick.  So, still, quite a steak.  And it was, is, delicious.  I could only finish about half of it.  The rest is wrapped in cling wrap and refrigerated.

Not at all sure.

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When did I go to sleep?  I just can't be sure.  I don't think anything is linked to it.  The last post was just before eleven, if those times are correct?  Hmm, I think the actual post times, now, are correct?  Maybe.  Probably.  I'll... no need to check later.  I can tell by the time-stamp on this post that it is going by real time, or at least suggesting that on this side.  It is right around 1:00 here, and is showing as "published" at 1:01.  (It time-stamps when I begin the post.)

So, yes, my last post was a bit before eleven.  But did I go right to bed?  Or was I awake until... wait... a call...  Aha.  I called the grocery store, so they wouldn't fuss about the steaks, so I can pick them up later this week.  That was at 15:42 or so.  I did that right as I was crashing.  Almost forgot.

Strange.

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Yesterday, while out, I got hungry.  And, so, ate.  A burrito and two enchiladas, at where I had been eating frequently while mending.  Now, I have never had an enchilada (or two, they are sold in pairs) there before.  Just burritos.  But I often would have two of those, which is similar in size.  So, I didn't think anything of it.  Besides, while on carnivore, I still am allowing some "bad" foods, from time to time.  

The burritos hadn't bothered blood sugar much.  So, I didn't give it another thought.  When I returned home, sat for a while, and cooled off a bit, I thought I'd check blood sugar.  Ugh!  It had gone from 120 something up to 298?  No, I didn't drink soda, just water.  I was a bit frustrated.

Doubling down?

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Doesn't she know my name?  She... must?

Not... sure.  But seems so?

A feminine rapprochement.

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It sure looks like it.

I don't... mind?

A bit too hot.

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It was 83, when I woke up, a bit before 23:00 up there.  Or, no, must have been a bit before midnight.  Down here, it was 75 in the main, 78 up front here, and a bit cooler further back.  I opened everything up, almost.  The fed Sassy.  The upstairs was already open.  Until I begin ac, that will just stay open.

Still, it's almost July, not a bad run without ac.  But this has been an unusually cool spring?  Not terribly unusual.  Well, we did have a drop to 30 earlier in the month.  So, unusual in spots, if not terribly on the whole?  More accurate than the lies the "weatherman" presents.  What do they have on all the weathermen?  Or do they just threaten their family?  Most men break.  Kill a pet, frighten a child, have the cops completely ignore the threats and actions... they break.  Same with doctors?  Probably easier to just slip doctors extra money for certain actions.  Though some lost their licenses, or had to fight for them, so learned to shut up.  Owned, all of them.

Ah, a change of plans.

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Rather than buying an electronic water kettle, I am planning on buying an all stainless one.  No plastic, no glass, no electronics.  You have to spend a solid extra extra.  And I will check the thing out thoroughly.  If it's not what it was sold as, I'll send it right back, and keep looking.

I don't want to be throwing a simple think, like a water kettle, away every three years.  For one, I'm out a water heater until the new one arrives.  But, as well, who knows what is in those.  This last one looked like it was metal, stainless.  But was it?  I just don't know.  And, the one I am buying, is... better.  In every way.  If expensive.

Oh, it was hot out there.

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I didn't see any signs, but it had to have been 90, maybe hotter?  Give or take five, from that, definitely.

Two doctors today.  Kidney and wound clinic.  Not sure, doc wanted to consider a biopsy, of the kidney?  Said... something changed, quickly.  Though... I... might... know what that was.  No promises, but... yes.  There... is something I am doing that can make something else seem to be happening... when in reality it just isn't.  I know how this goes.  I... have learned a few things.  Trying to... alter the situation, so that it doesn't do that.  More for the paperwork than the reality.

Much better.

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While life is far from perfect.  I still have exhaustion issues.  Sleep issues to a lessor degree.  And a few other problems now and again?  I realized, even with the accident, and eating poorly for a while, and other than the direct consequences of the accident, I am doing better.

I mean, I used to just hurt, arms, ribs, anywhere.  For no particular reason.  I kept painkillers around, two bottles of two sorts.  Of the highest potency for otc stuff.  And, I'd use them, usually, once a week.  Sometimes twice.  There were many weeks, even days, when I wanted (and sometimes did) use more.

Internet was down.

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Had to use my phone, in an attempt to contact the isp.  They are notoriously difficult to notify.  They hide.  I eventually called their hook-up line, and yeah.  They knew who I was, what the problem was, in spite of it not being a tech line.  Told me they were busy with "things" (give or take) until the morning.  So I went on to bed.

Set the alarms for six and nine?  Or so.  But woke at four so just rolled on out.  It was working, so I hopped on.  A few comments, so I got to those.  One was from far back, so had to be allowed.  All good.

When?

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I went to bed.  Not exactly sure when?  Ten?  In the morning type?  Actually, I think so.  Just waking at 22:00.  It was warm up there, 82 or so.  My guess is it was a bit warmer outdoors.  It is 71 now, so must have been quite warm, outright hot, out there.

With a near day of fasting under my feet, a bm out, and plenty of fluid as the body lets go of that, I thought I'd step on the scale again, this "morning".  244.3?  Down from 246.9, so a loss of 2.6 pounds?  That's cool.  I wonder if I should be fasting, after... just starting back on carnivore, and after starvation mode.  But... I'm... committed, so... oh well.  I'll go to Wednesday or Thursday.  Other than fatted coffees.  If even those will be on the lighter side.

I will not do that again.

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I made my fatted coffee as usual.  But, when finishing it up, I wondered if duck fat would work, as a minor additive.  About a tablespoon of that, in, to melt and such.  Bleh.  No.  Nor any other type of... typical fat.  Lard was never an option.  But I did wonder about tallow.  No, just... no.  I am wondering about butter, now.  I'll try it, in time.  Though not for a while.  I have to get that... notion, taste, bleh, out of my mouth, mind, before trying something questionable again.

It is 77 in this front room.  But I am quite cool.  I am not sure if it is the diet or having lost so much weight that makes me so amenable to the high temps.  At 77 I should be just about dying.  Not feeling a bit frigid.  The fan is going behind me.  But that has never made even an iota of difference in the past.

Awake early.

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I hoped I'd be awake early.  I slept a good long bit earlier last night, then got back to bed before the night was through.  Down, again, around three, up just shy of 6:20.  Nice.  It's down to 78/77 upstairs, 71 down here.  A bit cooler than expected, given that it was at least 92 yesterday, outside?  I'll take it.  Still running without either of the air conditioners.  Crazily.  Not sure how long that will last, but I'll take it.  Especially as comfortable as I am.

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Two appointments seem stacked.  I thought I might be able to make it.  I want to call and check.  It might just be too tight?  I don't want to miss either of them, think I would rather forestall one of them.  The easiest one to change would be the wound clinic.  It's getting better, so much better I am dying to see the improvements.  But... I already missed the kidney clinic once.  I... they get fussy with too many misses.  Even when it is rescheduled ahead of time.  Fussy, fussy.  And, I get it.  I do.

I love it when she visits.

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Never sure which one.  Oh... there... are a few.  Some from as far back as high school have found my... little place.  Knocking on the door, complaining about... this and that.  Remembering the good and bad times.  I... don't mind.  I do enjoy, for my part.  They must, or they wouldn't keep visiting?  Women are as tight about the ones who got away as we are?  More so, I think.

What?  Oh, musical pops.  Linear, thematic, a lot of them.  Here are a few.

A pretty good sleep.

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It got to, at least, 92 outside.  I went down at around 14:30, after not sleeping yesterday or last night?  give or take, right?  Anyway.  I couldn't get right to bed.  Too... hot, tired, and bothered, initially.  But not from in here, but carrying the dose of that I got from being out there, and the bit of effort.  Doesn't take much these days, just... I know.  But it sticks with me until I can ease out of it.

All good.  It will help me keep my days in line, I am hoping.  I just woke here at 23:30, give or take a decade of minutes.  It was 81 upstairs, near my bed, 79 in the main room and up a bit higher.  But I was comfortable.  I'll tell you, eating true carnivore means heat doesn't get me quite as severely as it has for most of my ill adult life.

I made it.

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I got in, to help with a charity breakfast this morning.  I picked up items for the event, then helped a bit, with the production line.  Since I couldn't really handle the heat, and sun, I just stayed in and cleaned most of the areas we used up.  I didn't know what to do with the remaining sausage, and two broken breakfast tacos.  So I left those.  Then I headed out.

One of the knights was asking about weight loss.  I told him my story.  I... don't think he will go with it.  Though, who knows.  I did tell him it was a painful process.  Not sure how much pain he can tolerate.  Brutal.  Truly, wicked awful.  Like any other severe withdrawal, especially from a lifelong addiction one didn't even know one had.

An hour after breakfast?

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Breakfast?  At night?  Look at the term.  Yes.  I broke my sleeping fast an hour ago.  So... breakfast.  It's... not a time, it's an action.  Which I took, an hour ago.

Oh, right.  I decided to test my blood sugar.  I thought I might be out of test strips.  But, no.  I had another pack.  It's all on my own, at this point.  So... okay.  Worth it, to check.  I expected, after a fatted coffee and half a ribeye, to be up just a bit?  And... maybe I was.

A long sleep.

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No real memory of when I went to bed.  Three?  Five?  Seven?  I just... I think it was still dark?  Though... maybe not.  I slept well, though my leg wound kept hurting.  I rolled, often, heavily... like an alligator with pray.  Not sure why.  It wasn't all night, but when it happened, pillows went flying, blankets got totally messed up, but strangely the mattresses didn't become unaligned?  Walrus rolling!

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I dreamed I met a younger woman.  But she was a bit heavy, for my tastes.  We did talk.  I told her about losing a lot of weight, and that I was only, say, two thirds the way through?  Or so.  She asked how.  I asked if she was just asking, from being polite, or if she really wanted to lose weight.  She said she wanted to lose weight.

A few genuine carnivore foods?

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Why, yes.  Yes indeed.  Followed by a few savory notions of another sort.

I always worry.  Are they going to use something that... I can't, won't, use?  So often they add something I can't eat.  Honey?  Sugar?  Or something I can't taste, like some "keto" sweeteners, such as stevia.  It's more like most recipes are dressed as something else.  Or, they make it a plug for multiculturalism.  I can't keep them all out, I miss things, but I try.

Now I know.

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I went down right after that last post.  Thankful for it, as I now know I went to bed at about 17:00.  I had gotten so overheated, out there, running around.  I'm just not used to warmer temps yet.  Toss in walking all over costco, pretty much unsuccessfully, then to the store, and hospital, and picking up dairy, while driving around in that crazy heat?

Well, the heat wasn't crazy.  But, added to walking around so much, being in the auto, and the length of the excursion, it just added up.  I really should consider walking, getting out either after breakfast but before coffee?  Or after whatever meal I eat?  I doubt if it'll be much of a walk, to start.  Around the block?  I do fear being run over.  I just... do.

Done.

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I did get half on one the steaks cooked.  Mostly raw.  Probably a little rawer than I should like.  But it was pretty good anyway.  As well, coffee.  Very good.

I texted out that I got the goods.  Haven't heard back.  Fine.

Now on to bed.  I am amazed I have stayed up this late, and long.  Exhausted to the point of pain.  Goodnight.

A very heavy hot long day.

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Well, for me.  I got out around noon thirty?  Or so.  An half an hour in to town.  Then a long tour of costco, looking for a few very specific things.  I only found one of the items, and even it wasn't exactly what was wanted.  Just... what was available.

Then... somewhere else?  But I... oh, right.  I was supposed to get a blood work, for an upcoming appointment.  Which ended up being a bit of a hassle, as the doctor office hadn't sent the orders over.  In time that was done.

A few things as I start a new day.

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First, I went surfing, for butcher shops.  I wasn't sure I had the numbers.  Yep.  But, I am changing the way I put things into my phone.  Listing the main theme, say "Food", then the type of place, such as store, butcher shop, or even restaurant, then adding there actual name.  But, having the theme as the 'last name', and setting it up so the 'last name' shows first.

That way, if I want something from the "Food" section, it's all right there.  And personal numbers are listed by last names, except for the peculiar ones... like "Mom".  :p  Not much needs to be added to that one.  The theme is the woman.  More detail than you probably care to know.  But... I've... well?  Since I haven't died, as life goes on, I am trying to adjust things.  Add convenience, ease, and... order... to my life.

Down around one.

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Up around four.  I just couldn't sleep longer.  I waited a few hours before finally having a fatted coffee.  I was hoping I could get back to bed, even for a few hours.  Not a chance.  So, finally, I got coffee water heating, and got going on that.  Then brushed my teeth.

I've been hitting the teeth twice daily, now, for a while.  Sometimes I just can't get to it.  Having a dental appointment coming up in a month or two sort of tickles the impulse.  I hate bad news.  And, yes, my teeth clean up well.  With coffee and/or tea as a one or twice daily, they won't ever be white.  Then again, I think back to the first product I have heard about for whitening teeth.  Urine.  The Romans used (at least just their own, to my knowledge) urine, as a gargle, to whiten their teeth.  Some acid or other in it?  Uric?  Something.

Loose belly.

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It... has been troubling me.  I lost weight too fast, due to nausea.  Probably from consuming toxins in my stored bodyfat.  Is that finished?  Can't say.  Until I start losing weight again, I just don't know.  However, I do have products which tend to deal with the problem of nausea very well... the bitters.  Not my favorite consumable, but dang, a moment of "Yuck!", versus hours, days, weeks, of horrid nausea?  Yea, I can take the moments for the weeks otherwise opened.

Still, that leaves the stomach.  I had heard, from a doctor, about microderming?  It... sounded like a... medical thing.  I was sure the V.A. wouldn't front that.  Pretty much nothing not deemed medically necessary?  So... while I kept that in the back of my mind, I wasn't rushing to check into that.  Thought I might bring that up with one of my doctors, do some brain picking.

Hmm?

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Not much.  Coffee, onto my second one.  Yogurt and fruit.  Bumped blood sugar a bit more than anticipated.  Sometimes it will, today it did.

Hoping to get to some things yet tonight.  We'll see.

Can't get sorted!

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Things to do.  Awake too late, moving too slow.  Will, try to push through.  To bed early?  Or push through into tomorrow.

It did warm, a bit, out there.  When I got out of bed, almost two hours ago (?wow time flies sometimes) it was 82 out there.  Only 70 in the front room.  About that upstairs too.  Cooler in the main, but just never bothered to get a light to see.  Pretty dark, down here, too.  I best turn the fan on.

Oh, sure.

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Women have complications.

They do.  Almost feel sorry for them.

Finally.

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Some of it, anyway.  I am running late on things.  Had to do some returns, amazon orders.  Had hoped to get bloodwork done today, too.  Just running too late.  Some other things?  Well, yes.  Laundry, dishes, I did get a shower taken.  I've been showering every to every other day, but always seem behind even that way.  In part because sleep and wake cycles are just plain off.

Having gotten the returns in, I decided to get a steak.  A local steak house.  It's okay.  The beef seems right.  It is cooked using real butter.  Yes, you can tell.  I had just a steak, no sides.  A tea on the side.  Very expensive.  I won't do that often.  A steak of that quality should be about $20, the last I saw.  I wasn't extremely pleased with the cut, but it was good.  I can tell quality.  It is as good as most restaurants offer.  If, as mentioned, I didn't like the cut so much.  Leave the cap fat on, and just offer a bit more to the consumer.  Don't be stingy, and cut the fat to sell that to others, probably for pennies.  I hate it when jerk peanut counters take over companies.  Still, it was good, just... a bit too expensive.

I finally had to surrender.

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I thought it might warm up today.  The windows were left open, thinking it would warm, perhaps a lot.  No, well, not to the point expected.  It is 62 out there, is all, as it is just about to be 16:00?  What month, and day, is this?  June 18th?  Okay, just... recollecting.

I have three things I am supposed to do today.  That's, none of it, is going to happen.  I won't even take a shower.  Absolutely crushed.  I finally realized I need something more.  I turned the furnace on.  I thought it would automatically change to 70, at this time of the day.  Nope.

Awake.

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A bit after noon, and 60 F outside.  It's between 63/64 indoors in most of the house, though 68 in the front room, for now.  It takes a while for the computer, router, and myself to warm this area.  But... wow.  Very strange.  Fed Sassy and brushed my teeth first thing, this time.  I've not been brushing as regularly as I'd like, but I just can't... function.

Hot, cold, medium?  It just doesn't seem to matter.  I keep aiming higher, and failing to fire.  Never quite sorting out whether I would hit the target as I never pull the trigger on things.  Trying.  We'll see.  A shower in a bit.

So very strange.

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Cold.  At 63 indoors, in the main of the house?  That's... beyond cool.  I had to, finally, check the temperature outside.  Oh, maybe an hour ago now?  But things seem stable, at the indoor temps.  The outdoors read 31.  Wow.  Being Jun 18, and to drop below freezing?  That's... different.  I did sort of suggest it.  I just don't always believe.  When I play a certain song, it's... what I mean.  Even when I don't believe, or otherwise say.  Why?  Because it seems so silly to predict cold, right as it is hitting 90.  *grins*  I guess... you never can tell?

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Some things popped, seemed to... be responses?  You decide.  As with the weather, I can't ever be certain, if I can see and say?  Show?

Women.

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Truth be told, a woman.  Not sure... if that had something to do with the post before, or... if that was something else.  Of this, this time, I am certain.  Her.  My first real go.  Everything reads as is from her, about her.  Timed back to our time, place.

Why or how?  What does she want?  Is it her haunting me, or me not letting go.  I'll never be certain.  I just know, finally, I don't mind.  Not a horror anymore.  More just... saying hello, I love you.  See you soon, perhaps?  We... won't be together, that way.  But we... it is hoped... will be very good friends.  More?  Maybe.  Marriage doesn't last to heaven.  It isn't like that, give or take.  Even if we wanted it that way.  Christ wasn't absolutely clear.  But... He... was sure certain about the ambiguity.

Such things they say.

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It is 72, here in the front room.  With the computer on and me here.  Strange.  As mentioned, it is 66 out in the main of the house, the northern sections.  Well, last I looked.  Very strange.

Strange music, and more, appeared.  Some of it causes laughter, some of it... other things.  Interesting.  Yes, interesting.  Some of it, but the gists.

Hmm?

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Awake, finally.  Well, I've been awake for a while now.  Two hours up?  Moving slow, it is a cool day.  The main of the house is down to 66 F.  Strange, but pleasing.  When I awoke, the upstairs was down to 68/69... differing between the floor level near where I sleep and table level on the west side of the room, 69 downstairs in the main, and 70 in the front room.  With the computer going, and me in the front room, it is up to 72, while the rest of the house has cooled greatly.  So... very strange.

I had thought summer heat was here.  Not so much, or not yet.  Certainly not today.  I don't mind at all.  I seem to be... fine... mostly... with... whatever.

Some foods are a no-go.

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It isn't just the food.  Sometimes it is the method, or means by which the food is cooked or otherwise prepared.  As an example, chaffles.  If you haven't heard of that, the term is a cross between cheese and waffle.  Using eggs, cheese, and possibly almond or coconut flour.

On it's face, it seems sufficient.  My first problem is that most waffle makers are coated with teflon, or some other coating.  Toxic, interferes with hormones, and other such.  Even if in perfect shape, the coating which is supposed to make them safe (dubious claim) times out, and stops working (IF, I say, IF it ever worked).  Plus, any scrape, cut, tear, will just flood the food with toxins.  Though, probably putting out small amounts (how much poison is too much?  do you ever really know).

A good morning.

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If my morning didn't start until 15:00 or so.  Not sure when I went to bed, sometime between three and six?  Or... so.  A cooler day, again.  Strange, but I'll take it.  Just getting to 78 in the front room, the hottest part of the house.  So I am not using ac, and won't be.  I'm cool at this temp, almost cold.  Not... an unhealthy sort of cold.  Just... some... strangely comfortable sort of cool.

A shower shortly.  I took medicine.  And am having a fatted coffee.  No sweeteners.  Blood sugar is still elevated, that without having sweeteners of any sort for a full day now.  Though, now I am becoming suspicious of the bitters.  I am still using the alcohol based bitters.  I do believe that may well be the problem.