More laundry.

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Nothing else.  But there is that.  One load is in the dryer, the other is just in the wash.  I had hoped to have dishes going, but just... can't get to that quite yet.  White tshirts first, then some new black ones.  First wash, and shrinking (or shrink testing) them.  Officially I wear a 2xtall.  If they don't shrink much the shirts will be well oversized.  Will see.

The white undershirts, two types, will be welcome.  I tried two different sizes with those.  For the black tshirts, I just went with what will certainly fit.  Even if they are a bit big, that's fine.  Undershirts are really needed to be smaller, tight.

Very slow.

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I did get laundry out and put up.  I brought the barrels back to their place.  I wasn't even the last one on the block.  This time.  Not a brag, just... a bit of shame from times I've left them out a week or more.

I haven't gotten to dishes.  I didn't start another load of laundry but am about to.  I didn't get a shower in.  I'm... lagging today.  I did have the toast with corned beef.  Not fancy, but it was something to eat.  Tea.  But hibiscus.  I'm sort of liking that, more and more.  When the other diuretic herbal teas arrive, I'll see what I can do, mix and match.  Hopefully I can find a few menus of herbal teas I like.

A last spin in the dryer.

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First load should be done shortly.  Will see how much room remains.  Have a trick or two, to open space though.  Should be ready when I finish this post.

Rather than shower, though, I set the dishes to soaking.  Not all of them.  More than anticipated.  Some will be hand washed, most are going into the machine... in a short bit.  Basically, as soon as they are cool enough to mess with.  Then I'll set up the last of the dishes.  Again, just a mild soak.  But there probably aren't enough for a second load, so these will just be soaked, rinsed, and put in the machine when open.  Done when I have enough else over time.

Well, started.

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I went in and moved things around in the master bedroom, so I would be able to get to the racks.  I didn't vacuum, because... I didn't.  Too tired.  That was actually quite a bit more of a chore than anticipated.  Still, I finished.  So, when laundry finishes, it'll be a quick chore to hang things.

Then I put laundry into the dryer.  I won't start another load.  Later, maybe.  Just... a bit at a time.  I am well and truly worn out.  Still it's good.

Slowly.

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A bit of gaming.  Just to wake up.  Dark Souls sci-fi.  Before there was a Dark Souls, or even the beginning.  I'd say this was closer to the first type of that game.  You just... die a lot.  Nothing you can really do about it.  They pit you against things, often, that can one shot you, or several things which never miss, and each can kill you in a couple of hits.  It's... dark souls in space.

A bit into gaming, I took a break and vacuumed the master bedroom, what of it is open, accessible.  It took a while.  I don't have a good nozzle for the shop vac.  I need to find something that is more open, and wider.  May check the hardware store the next time I am in town.  May have had one, don't now.

A very good sleep.

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Down around 15:30... possibly out to 16:00?  Right in there.  Went down pretty fast.  Slept well, warm.  It is 64 up there?  Really warming.  Even so, I needed the blankets.  I think, when I wear myself out, I sleep cold.  Especially day after day, and for weeks now.  I sleep cold because I go down hard.  All good, I'll take that any day.

Blood sugar is higher, again, this morning.  Running at 143.  Stupid blood sugar.  Not sure what the problem is.  Not enough food it?  Maybe.  You can go without, and you can live on very little.  But you really need a certain amount of nutrition.  Call it seed corn for weight loss and blood sugar management.  There is a fee.  Sure, you can live extended times without.  And I support fasting... real fasting, as in nothing for a day, days, even a week... more if you can.  I have steaks thawed.  I'll... get one going today.  The new york strip, I think.

Just... posting... to... keep going.

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A shower.  Didn't trim the whiskers.  Later, or next time.  I would like to vacuum in the master bedroom, or start laundry, but I don't dare.  I really need a few down days.  Not by inclination, by health.  I've pushed just as far as I believe I dare.  Now, I'm not afeared of dying, mind you.  I am afraid of taking a two to three week, or even month, spill.  I don't have that kind of time to lose.

So... I'll back it off.  Figure out how to do that.  Gaming is helping me to just sit, and yet have enough stimulus to not be unnerved.

Sardines.

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Two cans.  Lemon.  Good enough, if a bit... empty?  It just didn't hit the spot.  Though, too, it didn't upset the stomach.  Feels like cardboard, as if I had eaten a pile of it.  Strange.

Laundry was finished.  The last load of jeans, and a tshirt.  Ready to go upstairs.  The handers arrived.  I bought several types, to see what would be best.  I think they will all work well enough.  Possibly specializing in certain things?  Will find out.  No, I'm... done with laundry for a bit.  I'll take a few days off, anyway.  It is much easier when all I have to do is hang them, but some of what remains still has to be folded.

Not too many, as first thought.

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The load of jeans was just right.  Same with the second load.  Can tell by weight, but afterward, can also tell by how quickly the pants dried.  And they dried pretty quickly.  If, too, I use a middling warmer setting.  Even so... dried, relatively quickly.  The first load has been folded.  It will go up when I go to bed, I think.  Not running up the stairs for something that'll be done in a bit and will do just as well.

I also hit the kitchen table.  Not... clean through.  And there are dishes and else to wash.  Not dirty, thankfully, with food.  Just dusty.  I did get down a good little bit, tossing and sorting as I went.  Found a few things I had been looking for.  Okay.  But, that will be it for now.  I am really tired.

More than anticipated.

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Then again, two things were done at once, mostly.  Three things.

I went in to begin in on the master bedroom.  Was just going to open things up just a bit, and grab the jeans in there.  Those to be delivered to the washroom, and a load started.  Done.  But, I... sort of got stuck picking through things.  Now, I did get it opened, I did get the jeans out and one load started.  But I did a lot more fussing in there than what the plans suggested.

A new very old game.

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I played a computer game a long time ago, when I could still afford computers on which I could play games.  Well, and when there were games worth playing.

System Shock.  I had heard it was being remade.  Then... nothing.  I checked for it, from time to time.  I was hoping it might get to consoles, but that was doubtful.  Though, maybe, for the computer but with low requirements?  I checked every few weeks, then every few months, then yearly, then... it... dropped off my radar.

A bit before 20:00.

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I woke much earlier.  Had to force myself back down.  I really needed sleep, and have been sleeping very little lately.  Four to six hours a day for the last few days at least?  Something changed.  Ah, no medicine.  Little food, as well.  Strange.  Not only little sleep, and little food, but a lot of work.

Not all of the work is hard work.  Folding clothes, sorting laundry if done while seated, and some other things, have been easy.  But collecting and carrying piles of laundry, moving box after box after box, some of them quite heavy, even vacuuming, can be a bit more taxing.  Though, too, just the number of tasks I have been doing?  Good, but... tiring, exhausting.

One last post.

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I did get in and opened things up, a bit.  Organized things.  In the master bedroom.  Yes, a fairly large pile of laundry in there.  And old pillows.  Even new old ones.  Some I bought, but they didn't turn out as hoped.  And some older used ones.  They should have been tossed long ago, but... it... just didn't happen.  Still, I have access to everywhere.  A bit of a walk around, but doable now.

As well, I vacuumed (very very roughly) the living room.  There just wasn't room to get the shop vac into the master bedroom, in and around.  So that will have to be another day.  But, for that reason, I spent extra time really opening the ways in there.  Just a start.  But the next time I am bored with whatever else I was doing, or finish my first task, I can go in there and just... sit and organize, sort.  Eventually it will be ready for  vacuuming.

Too hungry to go to bed.

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Burger, beans, and tortillas... keto.  A smaller amount.  It worked, well, for my needs.

I would really like to vacuum the living room.  Not absolutely sure I can get to it.  Maybe.  Just... hit it, roughly, get the worst of it.  Go for detail later.  So many things in such good order.  One or two more things more would be really pleasing.  The vacuuming, and too, opening up the master bedroom, so that I can get into the 'L' part of the room.  And... move things out of the way to the bathroom.

Most of it.

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Everything being washed has been dried, hung or folded, and put up.  The dishes finished, so I got those put away.  Watched the show.  It... was a show.  The good guy won.  Little tasks, here and there, were touched up as I went by.  A lot of work.

I wanted to do another load of laundry.  Between the last one being bleached, and how tired I was becoming, I couldn't see it.  Further, I used the bleach... chose the whites... to give myself a good reason (in my mind at least) not to do another load of laundry.

A few things.

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The jeans have all been dried and folded.  A few odds and ends that was in with those have been tended.  I don't have a place for jeans, quite yet.  those are huge.  I'll probably put them in airtight bags, until I am clean enough, and have the time to try them on for size.  I went through a lot of old jeans, got rid of many, some four or five years ago.  These were what remained of the best fitting and those in the best condition.

I have even newer ones, from the first time I dropped to 36/38 on keto.  But couldn't keep it there.  They are... buried, back, in the master bedroom.  I... need to move the racks aside, and dig back in there.  For those and other things.  Yes, more laundry.  Laundry, sorting, tossing.  On the good side, I may well be able to fit those jeans now, again, finally.  And probably could have for the last year or so... or nearly as I lost weight and size.

A reasonable start to... the same day?

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Tea was set and going, while I got the dishpan of hot water and cleaned over the areas I hit before, expanding a bit while I went.  Splashboards a bit better, up the walls a bit higher, hitting smaller details, now that it was easier to see what needed hit more easily.  It really didn't need a second shot.  Still, it got it.  And, I wanted to make sure.

While I didn't have enough dishes, initially, I was able to take all the big cooking utensils out, get them in, and it was easily enough for a load.  Plus the utensil containers.  Hopefully that will do well.  I also hit the small appliances I keep on the counters, again.  Though I think this was good.  Absolutely necessary?  Maybe not.  But I felt I got enough from the second washing to have been of benefit.

Back up.

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By the cast of the light coming in the window, I thought it was afternoon.  Had I slept through all of Sunday daytime, and was hitting Sunday evening?  I sure seem rested.  But... not.  I went down at 14:30, and am waking at 18:30~19:00?  Rested?  After all that work?  I guess so.

I promised I wouldn't work Sunday, not heavy, or much.  And, I won't.  But?  IT'S STILL SATURDAY!  Wait... am I supposed to be happy or disappointed with that?  Don't know.  But I'm... going to work, until, unless, I go back down.

That and more.

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Coffee was good, needed.  Then to laundry, and refilling the r.o. carafe and then reservoir.  It takes time to run that through.

Three loads of laundry, from start to being put up.  I am taking the last things upstairs, to be put away.  One load of wash is partially being dried, but I won't stay up for that.  It was too heavy, shouldn't have washed that many jeans and a few towels at once.  But... I did!  So, only put half the load into the dryer.  The rest will wait until I am awake.

Nearly done for the day?

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I reset the laundry.  There were a lot of underwear, and a few other odds and ends.  It's just taking a while.  And these are the cottons, so... it takes a bit.  I'll yet get the folding table down from upstairs.  Hoping to get that load folded and put away, and the last load folded and put away as well.  Then... maybe jeans?  I was going to do jeans first, but it's all good.

Then I got a dishpan of hot soapy water and, after clearing the north countertops, I cleaned those and the stovetop.  I'll probably do that again, tomorrow though.  Then I cleared the south part of the eastern countertops, and washed that and the sinks out.  Sure... spiffies up pretty well.  Still, another run tomorrow.  But that is it.  The rest of the things are all stored on the north part of the eastern countertops.  I'll... have to wash those things, sort some stuff, and... it's too much for me, tonight.  But I am getting something going in there.

Well, it was something.

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Lamb chops and mashed palm hearts?  The lamb was good, until it got cold.  Then it took a sharp hard turn into bitter.  Still, I got most of it down before I... really couldn't.  No, I really couldn't.  The mashed stuff?  Not so hot.  I think, if I try that again?  I'll try it with butter, again, but also with sweetener and cinnamon?  Attempt to make it into a porridge... which I dearly miss.  As potato, though, not so much.  It's... something, just not... much.  If you have a hankering for mashed potatoes, this isn't even in the same solar system.

Another load of laundry finished, and put up.  I found just a few more hangers, enough to put the clothes up, and with enough for five or six more pieces.  I'll... keep that in mind as I go through other things.  One load of underwear is drying, the last is washing.  The piles of remaining are shrinking.  Still, I'll bet there are four to six more loads.  Some of it is towels, one or two will be blankets, white cotton, and a small white synthetic load.  And a few odds and ends.  Oh, jeans.  I could fold those, if dried completely, too.

Beginning.

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And ending.  For now.  I pulled the shirts from the dryer, moved the others into the dryer, and added a load of underwear and shorts... outer shorts.  Those won't be hung either, all folded.  I even have drawers to put things, now.  Then I put all the shirts I had up on hangers.

Checking, however, for spots.  On the front.  Man food spots.  I had to throw several more shirts out.  And all of the old synthetics, after a brief review, also went.  Wasn't even going to bother washing those.  I may have just enough hangers for what is in the dryer.

A few more things, while I ponder.

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I went to check on the clothes in the dryer.  Another spin.  While at it, I decided to separate things, into piles.  I have those shirts drying, a few other items washing, but hangers won't arrive until Monday.  Fine.  While separating things, I was considering what I could wash next, rather than waste time.  Not... in a hurry, mind you.  One, two, maybe three loads over the weekend?  Right... but what.

Ah, wools and other naturals, since those are socks generally.  So no need for hangers.  And underwear, synthetics and cottons, separately of course.  But, at a slow pace, so I don't fall behind in folding.  once a load is through, don't start another until that group has been folded, paired and else (or hung for wool socks, to dry, not die).  I could get all of my skivvies sorted, some undershirts which can be folded (unlike general wear tshirts), and any blankets and towels in the piles.

No idea when I went down?

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I was asleep hours before I crawled into bed.  Even if I was posting here.  I was so on autopilot.  Still, excellent.

Waking up right around 20:00, give or take a decade?  Up and at it pretty well.  Not... going to push it today, either.  But, after yesterday, I can see that I can still do a goodly bit of work without breaking my mackerels.  So... some things.  I actually already did most of the heaviest work for the day.  I brought most of the clothes down from upstairs.

All right, a few final flourishes.

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Laundry was set to dry.  And given a final spin.  I am done, for today.  So I will deal with it tomorrow.  The cast iron was rinsed, dried, and oven baked for just a bit.  Then the oven was opened until it cooled, then shut.  Dishes were pulled from the machine and put away.

Oh, a few odds and ends, here and there.  Water run through the r.o., and will fill the reservoir before going to bed.  A few thing arrived, and were sorted.  I ordered more underwear, thinking I would be throwing most of what I have.  And, while I have tossed a quarter, and will toss more, that is more than enough.  I will keep these in reserve.

Another little bit.

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Dishes were put in the dishwasher, those that would fit.  The bigger pot and frying pan will have to be hand washed.  They are soaking just a bit more.  I think the cast iron is done, well... save for a hot rinse they are getting now.  It will be so good to have dishes done, save for what I used daily.  Those will just be put in a dishpan, and soaked when it is full, and there are enough for a load.  Rinsed off though.

Some say not to rinse off dishes before adding them to the dishwasher.  I concur.  IF you are putting them in, right then, fresh.  If they are going to dry?  No, rinse.

Way more work than anticipated.

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More?  I am only... a third done, on the part I wanted to do, upstairs.  Just one area, where I had set up tables to fold and sort and such the laundry, and the area behind it?  I got one of the tables cleared, a massive pile of laundry, if the rack shelving cleared too, and box drawers put in.  But... yeah.

I picked pieces and bits, tags and paper, off the floor.  Sorted some things, tossed some things outright.  Will look other things over as I sort laundry, through the washing, drying, and folding.  Holes, stretched waste bands, fading, stains or discoloration, anything... out.  I have plenty.  Found a bunch of unopened shirts, tshirts mostly.  But I expected that.  Which is good, I'm burning through tshirts for every reason mentioned.  I can keep some of the better bad ones, for work shirts.  But not all of them.  If they are all bad.

Breakfast was good.

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Fatted coffee is just... one of those things.  I took the mix, added water to the beans, beef, and tomato, making more of a soup.  Adding a bunch of sour cream when ready.  Fat, I think, will... moderate the beans/carbs.  To some degree, fat is your very seriously good friend when wanting a few carbs.  And higher protein.  It's more a ratio than raw numbers.  You want higher fat than anything, then maybe twenty percent protein.  If adding carbs, lower the protein and raise the fats.  Works for me.

I might be dying, but... I should have been dead thirty five to forty years ago.  I only beat the odds by ignoring the doctors' advise on nutrition.  And, eventually cigarettes.  Before they were against those, they were for them.  Never forget.  Only when it became political, and they thought they could get tons of money from the government, by electing leftists, did they attack tobacco for being capitalist.  Not for being unhealthy.  They want you sick, and some... many of us... dead.  They don't care about your health.  Don't even go there, after the vaxxes, any of them.  Or the lethal "treatments" for "covid".

Back up.

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I hit the dishes first thing.  I'll put some in the dishwasher, though there aren't enough to do a load.  Brushed my teeth.  Thought about feeding Sassy, but it's too early.  Or is it?  She has lost some weight, more active I think.  So, I don't mind feeding her.  Just... don't want to start overfeeding her.

What else today, tonight?  Not a lot.  I must admit, I need a bit of a down time.  But if I can continue to work, I will.  Clearing the kitchen table would be good.  Cleaning the countertops and kitchen sinks would be good.  Gathering all the empty boxes, wherever.  Mostly just upstairs, some in the living room?  No, those are full... need to set up storage areas though.  For the extra tp, mattresses, and such.  Tearing down boxes.  And, maybe, just maybe, beginning in on ironing some of my dress short and long sleeve more casual, or dress casual, shirts.  The good ones are dry cleaned.  The standards, tshirts and daily drivers, don't get, or need, that attention.  Sheets and pillow cases?  I... don't think so.  I'd love that, but won't put in the time on that.

The last of it.

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Phone calls.  One thing may have been done, two things are still unresolved.  The thing that was done still requires setting a date.  Cardiology, perhaps.  Renal went to message.  Not sure when the appointment even is.  Or whether they will reset it for sooner.

Laundry was folded and put up.  Just bedding and a towel.  Dishes were set to soak, added a few from the consumption of the meal.  Water reservoir was refilled.  So that is all ready.  A few other things, here and there.

Down to the last things.

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I finished the dishes, in the machine.  I thought I had emptied it, but there were a few lids in there.  Needed one of them, for the container to store the food in.  I haven't messed with the cast.  And won't anymore today, or... this morning.  I did store the food.  And will take that pot in, to be soaked and washed when I wake.

I found a bottle, that was titled professional.  Dubious, still, I gave it a try.  Actually it is quite good.  I could, with a twist of the cap, get from a solid hard stream down to the mistiests of mists.  Perfect.  I cleaned it out, then filled it with r.o. water.  Then had to run the r.o. system.  Which reminds me, I need to refill the reservoir.  Can do.

Pretty good.

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What all did I do, now?  I gave the cast iron pots and pans a first wash.  Bleh.  That was nasty water.  Not down the drain, directly, into the toilet.  Scrubbed them out, a bit.  But didn't want to mess too much, with it still being that... gnarly.  Even so, a good start on those.  It'll... take a while.

The first load of whites was pulled, sorted, folded, and the sheets put away.  Oh, right, there were some white t's.  I need to get those hung up.  I don't worry about some stains, on undershirts.  At least not where I usually get them, on the belly.  But many of the other shirts, as I go through things, are being checked.  If they have the bear-man food stains, into the garbage they go.

Very good.

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The laundry that was drying has been pulled and folded or hung, two loads I think?  Another is in the dryer, and a final one is in the wash.  Wow.  That's a lot of work, just in laundry lately.

I also went hunting for the ironing board, iron, and spritzer.  Not spritzer.  Looked everywhere.  Nope.  Will have to see if I have some better sprayers.  I am sure I do.  I use cheap ones for my liquid soap, for the shower and washing hands at the sink.  But those... don't work well.  Too sloppy for what I want and need.  Demand better.  Still, I have the iron, board, and an iron tray down and... just need to find an outlet.  Should be several, I just... didn't look, yet.

More.

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Figuring out what to do, and how, took a bit.  Without being sure, I just got to it.  All the clothes freshly washed were hung up.  A few things that perplexed me were managed.  And I have an idea for even more.  Just... a place for underwear.  Seems like an easy solution.  Unless you don't have what you might want, or have it readily available?  Right.

As well, I got the bedding off, down, and in.  Save one piece that needed soaking.  Bloody noses, rare these days but they still happen.  Hoping to get that spot out.  The rest of the ready whites are washing.  One more load for after that.  Some new, some used.  I did take fresh sheets and mattress cover up, got those on, then made the bed.  The mattress cover is a bear to get on, but they work very well.  I only changed that, because it was that which had the blood drops.  Meh.  Usually will only change that monthly?  Then there is a bottom sheet and a top sheet.

Well... working.

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Slightly stuck.  Trying to figure out how to store, sort, some things, is difficult.  So... I took a mild break to review possibilities.  I chose methods, and am going that way.  I have two loads to hang, one still drying?  I think.  So, actually three loads nearing ready.  Had to stop and think on how to manage things.  I haven't started whites, because I was thinking about what I wanted to wash.

Bedding or another big white towel.  I decided on bedding. then got distracted with how to manage some of the items I am unsure about.  Ah, but too, I have figured out a temporary method until the way I am going with arrives.  There are... so many ways to sort and store things these days!  But, yes.  As well, I ordered more hangers.

Plans.

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A social event.  Planning to help.  Had things ready.  Clothes clean, laid out.  Several sleep periods through the night.  Alarm clock set, it has two times so set for noon and thirteen hundred.  Plenty of time.  After waking from a first long sleep at midnight or so, I went back down at five.

I just woke.  Hadn't heard the alarms, so I thought I was in like flint.  I hopped out, with the intention of a shower first thing, well... trimming the whiskers.  Shaving after?  Maybe.  Then to get dressed and be out.  As I was hurry and scurrying, I noticed the time.  That... can't be the time.  Probably just... electricity failed and... it does that.  And the clock was off.  By a lot.

Well, no more.

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I've been slowly falling back to sleep, sitting here.  Watching videos on point and shoot cameras.  They are trying to sell the $600 and up type.  That's... not what I am looking for.  I bought a relatively inexpensive one.  Hoping it will do.  Who knows.  Will find out shortly.  The big cameras are far too complex, fiddly, and just a mess to work with.

I don't want to have the camera skills of a professional, the ability to parkour into range, or for the right shot, and the electronic and programming skills to run editing and all the side devices that goes with "better" cameras.  Will see.  Probably won't work, but want to try to document some of what I am doing.

Ouch.

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I have to find some large, long, gloves.  Rubber, this, that, the other.  From washing things, and my hands after touching things that were dusty, grimy, or else, all day while doing any number of odd jobs, dishes, laundry, and else, my hands are falling apart.  While washing my hands just now, I noticed blood on the faucet knob.

So, I went looking.  A stealth blood nose?  No.  Locating the, probable, culprit was difficult.  Minor tears in the skin, here, there... everywhere!  My hands hurt, when I took a shower earlier.  Now I know why.  I still don't know which tear left the blood on the knob.  It could have been one of a score.  If it seems to have stopped quickly.  Strange.

Up, for a bit?

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I didn't get to another thing?  Hmm, well, maybe I put the laundry in the dryer away?  Or had I finished that earlier.  I just can't remember.  I didn't, however, put the laundry from the wash into the dryer.  But it's still fresh enough that a redo isn't necessary.  So, first thing, after giving Sassy food, that was put in.  I won't start more laundry though.  Other things to do, and things coming up.

I also unloaded the dishwasher.  Wow, the kitchen is slowly smoothing out.  After, I started coffee.  I won't reset the dishes from earlier to their final soapy soak.  I need to shower later.  I'm not sure I could work through more dishes before showering.  So... I'll just leave that open.

I made it to town.

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To the doctor's office.  A bit of business there.  Kidneys are too bad, he won't give me temp scripts.  Says to go see the renal doctor.  It was too late to call today.  I did some banking, too, while in.  And had a meal.  I needed food.

A visit to a friend.  Some talk, and plans.  All good.  I do have to get some thing arranged.  Just in case.

Slowing.

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Finished filling the ice buckets, then turned off that thing.  I can't complain, really.  It put out, say, four to six pound of ice, through the night.  Not bad.  Then got in to take a shower, after setting up both the dishes and laundry for their next run.

Had to wait until after the shower, and I think I'll only run dishes, or laundry, at once.  The machines get confused, when competing for resources.  The dishes have been started first.

Nearing ten?

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Well, I did get the first load of laundry finished, hung and all.  The pair of pants in there were folded and put in an airtight bag.  I found a next load.  Started the other in the dryer, and went ahead and started the new load.  Some of it, the synthetics.  I'll hit the cottons next, darks.  Then whites if I can find a bit more... or the blankets I had been using.  Those will go into airtight bags too.  A few may be tossed.  Not two of them.  Synthetic, but... important, to me.

I did scrub on the dishes a bit.  But they need to go back in.  Which is okay.  Well, some of them.  Some might well be ready for the dishwasher, giving me one final run of dishes today.  Though I want to get a shower in, before putting the dishes needing more work back in for their next soak.  Wow... just in dishes, I... did... what, three loads so far?  Two for certain.  This will be the third or fourth load.  Third load of laundry going.

Getting there.

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The laundry, first load still, has just been set to a final spin.  Thirty minutes?  Will find out.  So, obviously, the second load is going nowhere until then.

The dishes were finished.  So, I pulled them and put them all away.  And started loading for a next load.  Don't have enough quite yet.  Still, two loads through, and up.  Not bad.

Still going.

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I reset the dishes I want to hand wash, and some others that if I can improve enough I'll put into the dishwasher as a final load sometime yet tonight.  I put another load of laundry in to wash, while the first load dries.  As well, I am working on another pot, that I burned food in.  Beans, I think, a long time ago.  I've been softening it up every once in a while.  I did another pan I burned beans in, though just earlier tonight, with the brat.  Some of the beans were good, anyway.

As well, I had a few jackets, which have been washed and were airdrying (for... a while).  I nose checked those.  Good.  Can go stale, especially in my home.  Working on that.  But good, so I hung them on the better covered rack.  Bits and pieces of other things.  Dishes are... taking their time.  The ice machine ran out of water, so I filled it and it's still going?  I should check.  Two loads of ice into the first ice bucket.  Could take another load, load and a half?  Will see.

I thought I was just about done.

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Wasn't seen room to do more.  I hadn't become exhausted.  I just felt like I had finished, gotten hung where I was.  Still, I hoped to put the things back together on the freezertop.

I did that.  Added a hotplate while at it.  I have it around for odds and ends, just never did put it up, to use.  I had to clean it off first, but now I have a nice little burner, off to the side.  Electric.  Glass flattop type.  It's... good to have something extra, I think.  For... reasons.

I just wanted to get the ice cubes going?

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I have an ice machine.  Recently acquired.  I did use it for a bit.  Which worked, but I was having to keep the ice in the machine.  The ice melted, and would have to be reformed into ice, again, and again.  I decided to order ice buckets, to put the ice in, and then into the freezer.  

By the time that arrived, and some scoops, I started having troubles with the r.o. machine.  I don't want to use tap water in the machine.  So, I... tried to sort that out.  My eyes aren't the best.  Focus, small details, things.  Got the machine half working, but... then it started leaking.  Had help getting that fixed.  Then?

Attempting change.

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I was able to be awake until noon.  Then woke around 17:30?  Give or take a quarter of an hour.  Had to push, but got it, or nearly.  Sleep was good.  It hasn't been the best, lately.  Trying to stay up later, push through to day again, and even though I was failing, the effort was causing a strain on me.

I put the dishes in the machine last night, the last, second, load.  I was sure I turned it on.  But, this morning, the machine was open and the thing hadn't run.  Very strange.  I set it to go as soon as I noticed.

Not a bad day.

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I am going to check the dishes.  Then putting in a new load.  I won't bother with the wash quite yet, today, either.  Tomorrow.  I have a place for the clean clothes.  And a second duvet, this one much lighter... for summer use, in theory.  All cotton, down filled, as well.  Just a lighter dose, if that really matters?  Will find out.  Or... was that the cotton bed spread and some clothes.  I'll... figure it out.

I'll feed Sassy, too, before going on up.  It was 27, the coolest I saw it, through the night.  Sometimes I check through the night, sometimes I don't.

Not everything.

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Won't get to everything.  The dryer was set for a final spin.  What of the dishes I could fit in the dishwasher were put in.  Might have to hand redo some?  Will have to see about that.  The cookie sheets are pretty big, and were pretty rough.  If nothing else, it'll give it a better go than it's had, and extra.  If I am awake when it finishes, I'll put what else will go in for another run.

As well, I put two of the clothing racks together.  The first one took just a bit, to figure out.  The second one took seeming seconds.  I am supposed to have another around, but it may have been stolen.  Not seeing it anywhere.  And it's not like a cellphone.  The box is as tall as I am, a foot and a bit wide, and four inches thick.  Still, maybe it is somewhere, yet.  Not terribly worried exactly yet, either way.  The room I have for those is taken with the two up.  Still... I want to find the other.

Just so off.

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A bit confused.  Weary but not sleepy.  Weak, but not without some strength... simply no endurance.  Trying to figure a few things out.  Not happening.

Feeding Sassy.  A few fatted coffees.  Boiled eggs earlier.  Then boiled eggs and pickled pork hocks a bit later.  Oh, while eating the eggs and pork hocks, I accidently salted the pickled pork hocks.  I thought that would make them taste terrible.  It reduced the acidity of the meat, obviously (salts are bases... right?).  But, what it also did was made the meat slightly more solid.  It helped with texture.  Just... a very light salting, mind you.  What missed the egg I was eating, at a moment.  I'll experiment with that further.  Because I liked what that did.

Sleep cycles are way off.

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I thought I was going to get to bed early... earlier... last night.  Nope.  I don't think I crawled in until... nearing sunup?  Damned vampirism!  I did get dishes started.  Most of the last?  Most?  I... am really getting down.  Things I thought I might throw out.  But stainless cookie sheets and those sorts of items are so expensive.  I just... have to try to clean them.  Stored, unclean, for quite a while.

Just soaked, last night.  Two trays of dishes.  Big, bus boy cart, type trays.  Stacked, the only way they fit even in the tub.  I'll drain them shortly, then hit them with one more soak.

On to bed.

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I did get the phone reset.  There is that.  Then did some financial business.  As well, I received news.  I had sent an email, hoping a text could be sent for me.  Since I wasn't sure the phone would get reset today or not.  Bits and pieces of other things are going on.  Not bad.  Not great.  But... doing... four or five things, on any given day, is... a lot for me.  Well, when I am in this... fallen state of affairs.

No complaints.  It doesn't hurt.  I don't hurt.  Mostly.  Some muscles ache, I think that is just catching up on me from earlier in the week.  A bump, or just various lifting I have done.  I like to believe it was from works, and it may well have been.  Just... drowsy, difficult to warm up, impossible to stand for long.  Problems like that.

Someone...

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Saying something?

Certainly saw something.

Well, there is that.

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I woke up around midnight, a bit before?  Took a shower.  Set up dishes.  Reset laundry, and now will go change that around.  Brush my teeth a final time then on back to bed.

I made a run to the post.  Was something in?  It was.  So, I got that, and the rest of my mail.  Then, being out, went to town for a bit of food.  Wasn't sure.  There were two places open, I got food.

Strange.

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I turned the heat up.  It's now warm.  And I am crashing.  So very tired.  So?  So on back to bed.

The music has just been pouring in tonight.  Music I haven't seen in a decade.  Some of it I thought was gone.  Some of it I am sure was gone.  If someone else put it back up, quietly, would it fill the same place it had been in?  Or is that just them taking it down but putting it back up through tech, not through law?  I just can't say.

Ah, that's why it went quiet.

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I had the sense that precip was still falling, but the pounding, then pitter-patter, of rain hitting slowed and stopped.  Quiet.  Almost an unearthly quiet.  Even so, as mentioned I had the sense of something happening out there.  Snow.

Sure is pretty.  So far it hasn't caused a problem with the driveway.  Melting fast enough.  Or sidewalk.  But it's still coming down.  Will find before long how much will end up sticking, or freezing.

Awake, finally?

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I started waking at 10:30.  Didn't actually wake until 14:30.  If, then, trying to push through the day longer.  In an attempt to flip my days again.  It's been the same wake time, give or take, for days.  I can't push or pull the time around.  I'll keep trying.

A bit rough this morning.  Out of meds.  Need to call the VA.  But, again, my phone is dead.  I have to get in and pay it up.  I need the phone for other things too.  I'll look around, perhaps there are meds, still, somewhere.  Or not.  Will have a look, when I can wake.

A salad.

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Enough good (enough) lettuce.  The ranch dressing was still good (enough).  So, mixed and matched, ground fresh pepper, and... supper.  It wasn't fantastic, but it wasn't bad.  It... just... was.  Then again?  The steak salad?  Just was.  The fatted coffee?  Just was.  Pizza the other day?  Just was.  Most food just was, or is.  The beans and brats was a surprise, a good one.  And... blood sugar didn't elevate, too much.

Well, actually, it didn't elevate at all.  Even while pseudo fasting, blood sugar had creeped up to ~150, giver or take half a score.  Which doesn't make sense, unless my body is eating lean muscle in order to make carbs.  And... yes.  It'll do that.  It should stick with the fat, and I still have plenty.  Remember, a lean adult human has about 100k calories on their frame.  Women probably have more, even if trim (for a woman... women have more bodyfat... just facts, madam).

Not the best?

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True.  Mostly just passable.  But... that is enough.

In part, I crisped the outside a bit much.  Getting closer, to the control I want, need.  Three minutes on each side, twice.  I might take that down to two minutes.  I have shunted the outer grill most of teh way down.  I might close it off just a bit more.  Got a bit too toasty... toasted.  Though the inside was raw enough for my tastes.  Getting there.

The steak is good.

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I opened the package.  Did a visual and odor checks.  Checked firmness.  Looked it over closely.  Looks good.  It's a ribeye, not prime but it will do.  So I salted it lightly, peppered it just a bit, wrapped it back up, then put it in the (cold) oven to brine for forty minutes.  Ah... the timer.

I'll go get the grill lit and going.  Then, in twenty minutes, if it is going well still, or then, I'll put the steak on.  As well, a salad.  If... the lettuce is still good.  Blood sugar is down to 122, a 29 point drop.  Will keep trying to stay with carnivore.  Though, I think, instead of trying to buy steaks in advance, and freezing them (or other meat)?  I'm going to get to town, try, at least weekly.  Getting fresh burger, fresh steak, fresh... whatever meat.  To be eaten in days.

Awake.

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Awake for a while.  Just a slow day.  Overcast.  It is 51 out there.  Tempted to open up, but the breeze is just a bit too cool.  So, no.  Still, there was yesterday.  And, more days on the way, in time.

Sleep was very good.  Having eaten, filled, helped.  Blood sugar is 151 fasting.  Given that I ate beans yesterday, I'm surprised it is that low.  It should lower through the day.  But... what to eat today?  I'll try to sort through to something.  No more brats, I burned out on those.  Is there a steak thawed in the fridge?  If so, is it any good?  Lettuce, but is it any good?  Dressing?  That might be old, but could put an italian vinegar, oil, spice, and herb mix together easily.  Will find out.

Amazing.

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I figured, with two cans of beans down with, in the end, seven brats?  Did... I mention I was hungry?  And, yes, I did finish the last of it, rather than holding off.  Anyway, I figured blood sugar would be stratospheric.  It is 116?  Okay.  Well, though sometimes it takes a while to kick up.  So, will see tomorrow.

I keep sensing women.  Some I know.  Some I definitely don't.  Sniffing around the blog.  The new couldn't be finding the music, could she?  Several, but one with focus.  Checking... something, for something, about something.  A sense.  Women get a feel, and dig until... they find.  Intuition?  I know that curse, if not all of their problems.  Anyway.

Much better than anticipated?

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Though, I had two packs of brats.  One beef, one pork and jalapeno.  I went with the latter.  As well, I pulled the mustard and used that.  Very good.  Oh, yes, just the "cheap, yellow, kids' stuff" mustard.  But, it has no sugar, and the only thing dubious was "natural flavors".  Which... is probably anything but natural.  Still, for now, it was good enough.  And, really?  It was rather tasty.

I baked the brats for an half hour, starting from a cold oven.  Then added the beans and some water for another twenty, at 385 (at sea level I would have done that at about 350).  It worked, very well.  Some of the top beans became a bit dry, but the vast majority were fine.  As well, once stirred into the bean gravy, it all went back to moist.

Chilly.

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A few hours with everything open.  At least one window in each room, with four in the kitchen and entry hall open.  All doors open, even the front, a crack.  The furnace, of course, off.  If the furnace fan going as always.  With it being 54 and breezy out there, it got to 64 inside.

I just closed up.  Turning the furnace on and up, and turning the heat on up here in the front.  Yes, was... getting a bit cold.  Very nice though.  Any day that hits the mid fifties will see this sort of effort.  Fresh air is so very nice.  This home is fairly airtight, with the new window in.

Rough?

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Slight aches and pains.  Lost control of sleep.  Can't eat much.  But, I suppose, not truly rough.  Just... not in control, not moving forward, not getting things done, and not able to switch gears, rock it back and forth from drive to reverse to escape the ruts, stuck.  Not a bad place to be, just... the doldrums.

When it gets like this, I just have to wait it out.  Coffee, fatted coffee, shortly.  It isn't helping, but it does add calories, and calories of a sort I can use, handle to take in.  The caffeine, at this point in my health or wellness cycle, might as well be water.  Still, I'll... take it.

At least there was that.

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The chicken was... okay.  It was edible.  Not tasty, not really juicy, but the way I did it left it moist enough... even the breast meat.  My main problem?  Everything tastes like cardboard.  Meat... chicken, steak, pickled pork, meat sticks.  Tastes like cardboard?  Okay, no?  No... it does.  But there is more to it than that.  It also feels, in my stomach, as if I ate cardboard.  Bread and canned corned beef, I'll bet even sardines... tasting very bland, and feeling like I have what of my stomach I can fill, filled with cardboard.

Why?  I can't say.  No nausea.  There is that.  But there is a sense of hunger.  I WANT to eat, feel full, get nutrients in there.  But it's as if I really don't need it.  Want versus need.  But the want is almost rising the the level of need, just... not an actual nutritional need?  The need to be fed, to eat, not to get vitamins and minerals, fat, protein, and some carbs in.  Though, maybe there is some need for that?

Just not doing it.

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Tea, a fatted coffee, and water through the day.  I really wanted something more to eat.  Nothing quick, or easy really.  I found keto bread in the freezer.  Bagged with five slices per pack.  I pulled some out, toasted those to thaw and ready them.  Than added canned corned beef.  That was... pretty empty.

I am thinking about sardines, and not.  Another fatted coffee?  Maybe.  Nothing is really thawed, available.  I just don't know what I can do.  But I do need more.  Hmm, there are eggs.  But, I'd rather have boiled.  But that is too much work for now, probably for tonight.  Don't know.

Ah, right.

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Down by four, up here at just a bit after 14:00.  I was hoping to get a shower, set dishes to soak, and get the trash and recycling together and out.  All I was able to do was get recycling and garbage together and out, then to the curb.  I heard one of them earlier, before waking.  Then, saw the refuse truck visit and pick that up just as I was getting things going.

It is 50 out there!  For heavens sake, that is definitely spring.  Very nice.  Pleasant in very good ways.

Patterns. Part II

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I... thought.

Ended up here.

Patterns.

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I saw it.  In pieces, bits, parts, over a short time?

I enjoyed, immensely.  Hmm?  Oh, here.

Very late down, and up.

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After six, down.  Nearing seven?  Or so.  Not awake until.. 13:00?  15:00?  I... can't be sure, remember.  Slept a bit rough.  Figured out, after forcing myself awake to find the problem.  Cold.  Bitter cold.  It dropped, snapped, chilled hard, from more reasonable weather lately.  Cold, hard, fast.  So I... got the electric blanket on, and going.  That didn't really work.  I had to layer it under the duvet.

But, with that done, even blind with exhaustion, in the dark, I... was able to sink back to sleep and get some fine rest through the rest of the night.  It wasn't the cold, it was the cold snap.  That sudden hit of bitter cold.  It was 54, which isn't terrible, up there.  But, it has been 60~61, mostly, up there, for the last few weeks.  So that sudden change is what caught me out.  Well, maybe on top of working a lot lately, and pulling a double shift yesterday, for no good reason.

Oh, right.

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I slept in this morning, but just to ten.  More as a luxury, than need?  Sleep was wonderful.  I am dreaming of... having the house set up, cleaned up, painted, reset in a number of ways, and... really... nice.  Everything that is happening is slowly going in that direction.  If there is so very much yet to do.

And, with women crossing my mind, sleep has been a bit complicated.  Dreams, thoughts.  Everyone knows the opposite sex is a trap.  And... most of us... would like to be trapped, even just a little bit, or for a while?  I suspect so.  Sleep was odd last night.

Ah, a last task.

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Something arrived, or was reported to have arrived.  Not at the front door, or back.  So... post office.  Gotcha.  To it, and back.  Nifty to be on top of something, for once.

I called my mother.  Went straight to message.  Again.  Either her phone is off, it isn't.  Or she has me on ignore again.  Okay.  I called.  That is that.

Well, work.

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Difficult to know what can be done in a given time.  Though it wasn't a rush today either.  Learned some things.  How to make a compound miter cut, with the saw, and by hand.  To... some limits of each tool.  It is a beastly tool, the twelve in sliding bevel miter?  Is it?  Or compound miter, at least, about to cut in two angles at once.

As well, put together outfeed table rollers, and a combo unit.  Adjustable to fit either the miter saw or table saw, to the heights they go, and more in either direction.  Put together the sawhorse and grid.  Haven't created the lift legs.  My friend thinks those are useless.  To the young, and larger?  Sure.  To us old guys, those are possible golden.  Especially on off days, bad days, dead days.  While need remains.  So I will do that, but on my own.

Sleep was... generous.

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Little things, but combined?  Improvements, in warmth, or cool, as needed... wanted.  A more supportive platform, yet an elevated one so air flow under, and over, is possible?  And the feet don't lay wrongly on the floor.  They can hang over, a bit, if needed at a moment, or be curled in and under, as required, desired.

Comfortable sleep, healthy sleep, the allowance for better sleep, is... a technology.  Much like showers, if most don't (yet anyway) appreciate all that goes into a warm or hot shower.  Or indoor plumbing, to be honest, sum total.  How many such techs keep the world, as we know it, afloat?  From automobiles to (or once) medical, to aviation (if that has been stolen by fascists, as with medical), to... even shoes and clothes (avoid "sun protected", though, that is a sterilizer... human sterilizer), so much tech.  Though, so much of it has, at this point, been weaponized against who it was supposed to support.  Refrigeration, to meat and other foods, at volume... if quality is largely, vastly, slipping (on purpose?).  How many great empires were lost to food degradation, and the costs of that?  Don't know, but South America is full of them.  Europe?  the Middle East?  Everywhere, empires, nations, allies, and enemies, lost to their own designs.

A beautiful shower.

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Took forever to get going.  Had to go upstairs for something.  Twice.  Memory sucks as bedtime approaches.  Fed Sassy.  Now to find duct tape, to attach the plywood to the platform.  Then I have to make the bed.  Though, with how I do things now, that's a snap.

Too full though.  I thought that food would have settled by now.  But, no.  And I really did eat three pups and parents worth of chow.  Hungry.  Terribly hungry.  Couldn't cook though.  Fed, but now too well fed.  Oh, but painkillers, aspirin tonight, and another dose of carbonated water.  No coffee for a while, no cream anyway.

In to town.

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Most of the returns were made.  I think the last two have to be taken to the post office.  Quite a load of things back.  Quite a lot of money returned.  All good.

While out, I bought a few burritos.  Bigger beef and bean, several.  And, so hungry, I ordered sides of rice and beans.  Eaten some of it.  Had to. I need food, but was far too tired to cook.  So... there it is.

Snow.

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So, I didn't think help would arrive.  Though, that wasn't the real problem.  I seemed to have had a tough time waking this morning.  

*Thud!*

Absolutely crashing.

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Cool?  Not really.  It is, or was, at least 47 out there.  Warm, if it doesn't feel it.  Dark, most of the day.  There was sunlight, from time to time.  But, mostly, it was cloudy out there.  That is part of it.

Dishes were put up.  Clean as a whistle, even the glass.  Very nice.  Which means I may attempt to restart with kefir.  I need something else to eat, and kefir is an excellent food.  It's just... it takes three quart jars and three half gallon jars, and frequent changes (say monthly), of some or all of those.

A good ending to last night.

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A few more things out to the dumpster, dishes into the washer, a few odds and ends, then on to bed.  I know I shut my back door last night, but this morning it was open.  No, I know it was shut and locked.  Not sure.  Someone snuck in while I was getting dinner.  Then got stuck, until I went to bed?  That is all I can think happened.

And, for the first time I know about, two birds came into the house.  I thought I put the screen, on the upstairs window that is cracked open.  Though, can see how that didn't happen.  It requires finding the screen, gathering it, and the hefty ladder over, setting them up, crawling up, and getting that done.  Though, if I can find the screen, I know where the ladder is.  Will get that done today.

A bit.

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The dumpster did arrive.  I immediately got out the smaller mattresses.  Then all of the cardboard I had broken down.  As well as breaking down more.  Some bigger boxes.  Though too some number of smaller boxes.  So, a good bit of work just on that.  Happy to do that.  Hoping for a lot more.  Even before help arrives.  But, done, with that, for the night.

Earlier I took a shower.  So very nice.  Along with the painkillers, that.. helped... in time.  After the shower, I put about half of the last of dishes in to soak.  Washing those through the day, enough to either set out ready to be put in the dishwasher.  The other half needed another soak.  Might be ready before long?  Then into the machine for a real and final cleaning.

So difficult.

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I keep trying to figure something out.  Food?  I just don't know.  A steak shortly?  Maybe.  Pain?  I finally gave up and took more painpills.  My chest, muscles, a few joints, all hurt or ache, but organs seem better.  Will see if painkillers help.

I am getting things together, for returns... when... I can get them to the returns stations.  But... working on it.  Tired, beyond my ability to do much.  Cold.  But I turned the heat up earlier.  Hoping that might help.

An ugly morning, week so far.

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The body hurts.  Kidneys, liver, torso generally, muscles in the legs arms and yes torso.  I worked too hard for too long.  Not one day, but for almost two weeks.  Still going to have to do more work this week.  Then, maybe, take a week off, after next Tuesday.

A shower first thing, hoping that will help.  Sassy fed.  Teeth brushed.  Medicine taken.  Dressed, if just for around the house, for now.  My change pj's for cargos, t, and a jacket... shoes and socks either way, when the feet dry.

Still on my mind.

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The music didn't help.  One of these has been dogging my steps for a week now.  The other has popped five, maybe seven times lately, in the last four days?  Yes.  Well.

As annoying as women are, I have to admit.  I like being annoyed.  Mostly.

Up, barely.

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Sore, tired, aching.  Just the way of it.  I did too much, for the last week, and am still paying the price.  Still needing to get things done.  A shower, and just a bit of work, after my waking processes and some coffee.

Blood sugar is 165?  It shouldn't be.  Oh well, I'll keep at it.  It is 34 out this morning, and mostly cloudy.  I'd say pretty much cloud covered.  If there are patches of open sky, I didn't see them if I didn't look everywhere.

Not much.

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A shower, after this.  Maybe a shave?  Maybe a bit of work as I dry off, before bed.  Some tinkering with laundry and tables upstairs?  Maybe.

I'll feed Sassy again, check her litter box after.  Water is still good.

The grill is heating up.

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Not much done today.  Weary, sore, soft... can't get to anything.  Am still hoping to do a few things, but I feel so down.  No energy, a bit foggy of mind, low motivation.  Not sure, exactly, what to do, or how to begin digging in.  Thinking about it.  Maybe begin upstairs,  opening up some of the area.

First, I would need to make room, take down some tables.  move the clean clothes that are up there, in order to set up a rack to hang clothes.  Well, and get to the cubes I set up, and put the boxes for those in those.  Those are for underwear, t-shirts, socks, and such.  The cubes.  That would be good.

Sleep was generous, gorgeous.

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Yes, the wool blanket back on did the trick.  Why so hot that one night?  I think it is because it was a hot day, I did a lot of work, hadn't properly cooled off, pushed my body and it was still running on all twelve cylinders, and I tried to sleep.  To be fair, some days my body gets stuck in high gear, and I can't do much about it.  That was partly it that day, the other part was that my mind was so weary, it couldn't think through to solutions.

All good.  Oh, and I am sleeping, mostly, in the buff.  That is such a comfortable way to sleep... if you are clean.  Just so nice.  No place gets too hot.  Every place gets some breath.  No binding or pulling or hot spots, or else.  Very nice.  As well, the way this bedding setup works, it is SO easy to make the bed in the morning.  I love getting into a freshly made bed.  The other blankets and such were so heavy!  It amazes me that I slept so cold with the old way, and so nice and toasty with these light items.  The loft in the duet, but the space in the woven cotton, and even the nicely textured wool blanket.  The blankets, while dense, are also airy.  And the duvet is pure puffery.  Beautiful.

So strangely rough.

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The chicken was a bit too done.  Better than being underdone, but not great.  I had what of a hindquarter I could eat, and a wing.  Then, later, perhaps half  breast.  Dry, my friend.  Not quite sandpaper, but certainly not a drop left of juice either.  Still, it was... something.

I turned the heat down hours ago.  Four, five, six hours ago?  I was getting too warm.  Here, hours later?  I am too hot.  That just doesn't make sense.  Never mind, I'll... get on up, and to bed, before long.  Ah, but even so, I am putting on the wool blanket.  Would rather have to stick my legs out, from time to time, than to shiver half the time.

Stupid chicken.

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I checked the temp.  It was already 160 F?  Breast, and thickest part of the thigh, both read 160.  That just didn't seem right.  Still, it was well over temp.

I pulled it, let it rest a bit.  Then carved a hindquarter off.  No, no, no, no, no.  That is NOT done.  Back in it went.  What in the world is wrong with that?  It should be done, or even done enough, at 150~155.  But, no.  That is absolutely not done.  I don't mind rare, on beef.  But on chicken?  NO!

Chicken!

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I wasn't sure I'd be able to find a roaster.  Did.  Then... had to sort out how to get the bird ready.  An hour soak, in brine water... with garlic and onion powders, plus sage and thyme.  The bird smelled pleasant out of the bath.  The oven was heated before, so was ready.  Into the roaster, on a make-shift trivet, to keep the bird up out of the juices.

A half hour timer set.  Just to turn the bird then.  Well, and add a few veggies.  Broccoli, carrots, and maybe celery or cauliflower?  Doubtful on the last two, though maybe?  A few?

So tired.

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Tired?  Well, not quite tired.  More like lacking any energy?  I don't need, or want, sleep.  I just can't get to anything.  I have used what energy I had available.

Part of it may have been sleep.  Sleep was good.  I needed it.  And, mostly, I got it.  What caused some sort of problem is that I slept a bit too cold last night.  Why?  I don't know.  Well, no, I suspect.  I had used a wool and cotton blanket, along with the top (and bottom of course) sheet(s), plus the duvet, yesterday night.

Wrestling to wake.

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I heard the five, turned it right off.  With the seven I wrestled.  For a while.  Three or four snoozes, then it too was turned off.  I started waking, but my eyes just couldn't see, or my mind couldn't take in what my eyes were seeing?  Something, :07.  I wrestled, for less than a minute.  Then pulled the curtains to see, but that didn't help.  So, I used the light on my watch, back in the shadows and... 8:07?

I thought I had slept a lot longer, or... longer that what this was showing.  Nope.

Feeling pretty good?

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Yes.  A bit weary, but all in a good way.  Hungry, just not hungry enough to work for it.  It's getting later, so I'd best get a shower taken before it gets too late.  I need to dry off first, and cool off.  Strangely, I am quite warm.  Have been for days.  With the furnace set to 72, and the heat in this front room off, it is still 72 up here.

And, with wool socks, and the base layer socks, plus shoes on, and efforts through the day, my feet are too hot.  I untied them, as I was resting and looking around online.  Hoping that would be enough to help them cool.  It helped some, but... no... should have taken them off and gotten into something cooler.  Will.

What a day.

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Up just before seven.  Then... a shower and dressed for work.  I was ready when he arrived.  I had real work to do, and things to buy.  Plans, and things for the near future as well.  Here it is at 15:07, and we just finished.  Wow.

The miter saw was fitted, checked, and run.  Wonderful.  I expected a terrible blade.  That is what the rumors have said.  But I'll tell you, that blade cut 2x4, at various angles and angle to angles perfectly.  Will it last?  I don't know.  But... nice.

Exceptional sleep.

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Mostly.  The one problem, so far, is that their isn't as much support in these mattresses.  Okay... so how to ameliorate that?  Perhaps a plywood panel und the mattresses?  Okay.  But not 3/4", perhaps 1/4"?  At most 1/2" plywood, I think.  Though even that might be a bit stout, fierce, to sleep on?  Not exactly sure. Will find out.

For warmth?  I... was expecting to be a bit chilly, needing another blanket, or two.  I normally sleep with... five blankets?  Plus a top sheet.  Sometimes using the electric blanket as just a blanket, sometimes getting heat from there.  I had two blankets, the duvet, and a top sheet.  And I was fine.  I had to kick my legs out, for cool air, fairly often.  I am thinking of pulling the wool blanket, seeing if just the cotton blanket, duvet, and top sheet will be enough.  But I did sleep... splendidly.  I'll admit that.  Even being too warm was an easy fix, given how easy it was to cool off.  No struggling, because I wasn't buried in the blankets and else.  They were just a covering, not a wrap.

Mostly.

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Or... some of it.  Steak was heated and eaten.  Coffee was made and enjoyed.  A bit more to eat, was still hungry.  The mattresses were brought in, taken up, put into the cases.  The arranged on the box.  With sheets added.  The old blankets, which hadn't already been pulled to be washed, were pulled and piled to be washed... soon.  Not to be replaced on the bed, as none remaining are natural fiber.  Just washed, folded, and put up for... extras.  You never know.

Strangely, I feel very warm, too warm?  I'm not sure why.  I turned the heat off in the front room much earlier, say around ten?  It's 19:38 (yes, I... got distracted while writing this).  So...  The thermometer in here reads 76?  Odd... it only got up to 35 outdoors today.  The main is still on, the furnace out there, up to 75.  But... that... usually doesn't matter up front here.  Hmm...  So warm, hot even?  Strange.

A slow start.

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A few minor things early.  Then, I noticed someone had helped trim branches, poking into the driveway.  So, I thought I'd finish the rest of the way around.  I had purchased two variations of machetes to try.  I used the shorter version today.  Most likely, it turns out the better one will be more the one you can get the best swing with, in the given space, assuming you can bend the branch against it's natural spring, and hit there.

So, some physical work.  I had spent a bit of time out there, just sitting.  Five minutes at most.  But it was... something.  So, getting this bit of work finished gave me a little more sunshine.  And it is a bright and wonderful day.  A bit cool, at 36 now.  May warm through the day though.

Later than hoped.

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A rough start.  I was down at 21:16, give or take a handful either way, but that is pretty close to the exact time.  Sleep came quickly.  Doing laundry, showering, shaving, dressing, tending Sassy, getting to town, doing four or five things in town, plus picking up water.  Absolutely crushed me.  Added to the work from days prior.  It is adding up.

The alarm went off at four.  I turned that first one off.  The second one, at six, I... attempted to exploit.  I ran through all five snoozes, but could never wake.  Nothing I could do, think, will, or anything else, would allow me to wake.  I was able to get up right at eight, with Sassy helping.  She opens the curtains, lets the sun in.  Sometimes that will help.  This morning being one of those times.

Well?

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A shower, a shave as well!  The mattress cases arrived, and with what else I had white, was put in the laundry.  Dishes haven't been set up, and probably won't be.  I've... done more than I can expand upon.

After those things, I had to get to town.  One bill needed paid, and the only sure way I knew how required travel.  Though, too, I had a doctor appointment.  Wanted to talk about ears, and maybe extra of a certain med.  Ears... we can do, and feet it turns out.  Well, at least talked about in such a way as to lead to appointments in those clinics.  The medicine not so much.  Pulse is 70, and this could lower that further.  Not... wanted, it seems.  Okay.