Chislic?

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Had to look that up.  Oh, yes, sounds very good.  I made a beef form of it, with the leftovers of my last steak.  My problem?  I chopped the dices too small.  So, they were a bit overdone.  Not horrible, but... just... not as good as it could have been.  Like?  Yes, yes I like.  Lamb, beef, pork... deep fried, or solidly seared, cubes, I'd say closer to half to full inch squares, or half by inch bits, I'll... be working on sizing, and how to fry it better.

I am burned out on steak, as whole cuts.  But could still eat it this way.  Lamb would be fine, too.  If that is pretty pricey.  Pork as well.  With beans?  In a soup?  With lettuce in keto tortillas?  Lots of ways you could do that.  A simple salad, with these added as the crunchy salty bits.  Oh, yes, I think so.  Sort of... excited.

Ugh.

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Things needed done.  And were.  Took everything I had to get them done though.

I finished the 24 hour urine test... for heavy metals.  As well, at the last, there was enough extra to do the standard ui.  But... I had to get up, through the night, and go downstairs to pee... they want most of it through that time.  And, since I pee a lot at night (sometimes), that's... when I had to do it.

Have to laugh.

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Ever watched a woman suggest she is single, and happy, as she hits a certain age?  Oh, she can say whatever she wants.  But, even as a guy, that's not a happy place to be.  I will say I am where I am because Most women I have met have been subpar.  Don't try to spin that, suggesting I am not all that.  That... doesn't matter, from my perspective.  Further, I have met far more women who would gladly take me than women I would even consider taking... in the available market.

No, she isn't happy.  She may have come to and understanding.  Perhaps she realizes she is too much of a problem, compared to what she offers.  She has to realize when she is no longer fertile, she just doesn't have the draw.  Biologically, her body changes.  It isn't as... alluring, to men.  Sure.  But happy about it?  Not on your life.  I'm not happy about it, if I might have found some comfort in it.

Very rough.

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Up to... two, three?  Awake at 14:00, in pain.  Kidneys hurt.  Why?  I can't say.  I think, yesterday, I pushed.  Just getting that meal through ended up being too much work, in my condition.  Not sure what the problem is?  Oh, perhaps I forgot medicine.  Though... the medicine is half the problem?  Just a different portion of the problem?  Bleh.

I plan on putting some of the roast, veggies, and juices in, and heating those in a bit.  A quarter or third or half of what remains?  At least of the meat.  Not sure about the veggies.  Maybe all of the veggies remaining?  Then peeling and slicing the rutabaga, adding more celery slices, and... something else?  As well, possibly, turning the juices into a proper gravy?  Maybe.

On a scale of one to ten?

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I'd give that roast, the meat, a six.  Maybe a seven.  With a caveat.  Pot roasts can't be a ten.  Maybe a nine?  Maybe.  So... middling or a bit better?  The meat had texture.  It wasn't falling apart.  The flavor wad good enough.  I was satisfied with the effort.

The veggies?  Really surprised me.  The turnips, I thought, might well turn to absolute mush, being sliced into apple like wedges.  No, they held together well, but too weren't crispy.  Just... done.  The potatoes, being new potatoes, were done, and a bit too soft.  But... that is how new potatoes go.  I would count them as creamy, rather than mushy.  The mushrooms, carrots, and celery, were... good.  Solid without being crisp.  Soft without being mushy.  And they all took to butter well.

Pulling it.

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The meat, anyway.  I did strain out the bigger initial pieces of veggies.  Put it all back, adding the new veggies, then gave it a half hour more.  But the meat seems plenty done.  I had thought, perhaps, some of the fresh vegetables would be done, but no.  Not close.  Another half hour, then I'll check.  THEN I'll go to fifteen minute intervals.

As things seem more done, very close, I'll juggle what is possible.  Pulling anything that seems to be getting too done.  The potatoes, I would guess, will take the longest.  Of course.  Though, I am surprised the turnips and mushrooms are taking as long as they are, and aren't much closer to being done.

Sure takes a while.

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It smells like roast in here.  Of course.  At about two and a half hours in, I checked it.  I mean, it could be called done.  By how I usually do things, this would be called done.  Overdone, really.  And, yet, that isn't how pot roast is down.  My way, to date, has been to take a chuck and turn it into something between a prime rib and a ribeye steak.  It has a lot more bite to it, my way.

Do I even like pot roast?  I'll... find out.  Though I will go to the less done side of things?  Will see.  Hoping to have the pulled beef sort of texture, without it having no structure whatever.  I'm not sure if that is possible.  I really do want to have pulled beef, for tacos, taco salads, and such.  Burger is... just... off, lately.  I think they have started filling it with the bone slurry they pull from the carcass.  Or is it just that they store burger, or the meat they grind it into, too long, sometimes?  I just can't be sure.  Just that burger isn't very good lately.  It seems... off... too squishy.

A rough plan.

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The roast has been seared.  The mirepoix has been fried and put in, along with beef broth.  Set to high.  A timer has been set for three and a half hours.  Most likely, it will take four to five hours, maybe six, for the meat?  Will find out.  Depends on who you listen to, who to believe, the size of the meat (really, the volume of ingredients), altitude, and... just random reasons for sometimes no reason?  I think so.

Still, in it went, thawed, seared, with broth, and aromatics.  With the edible vegetables ready to go in, in a bit.  And an onion to be halved and added.  I'll probably add the veggies at the first alarm.  After pulling the meat, to set aside, then straining the juices.  Then adding it all back into the pool, save of course the aromatics for broth flavor.  Might nibble some of that, if it isn't total mush?  Will see.  Chef's treats.  Oh, I'll add a pack of mushrooms, too.  Oh yes I will, though probably closer to when it seems near done.  Mushrooms don't take long.

Well, will see.

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A bit of investigating.  But... I already know how to cook these things.

I pulled the veggies, peeled the turnips, portioned the carrots, loosely cut a few of the celery ends and a few stalks from the last of that pack.  I could slice the carrots.  They are baby, though, so not really worried.  Besides, I'll be checking the veggies, per.  So pulling them when they are roughly ready.

Have you ever been on a roller coaster?

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A really bumpy fast one?  Perhaps right after you have eaten too much, and of the wrong stuff?  Even if you don't get sick, you... really want to throw up, if nothing else in the hope that your stomach and body will settle for it?  Well, that's been what life has been like for the last few weeks.  Months?  A... while now.

I can still work.  Sometimes.  Eat, too.  Some things.  Sleeping more, lately.  Not sure that helps?  Though I think it does.  I sleep through the worst of it, rather than trying to push through.  A nap this morning, feeling slightly better.  Could have slept more, but Sassy started gagging, to wake me up.  Bleh.

Up and at it already?

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I don't think I was down until 23:00, at least.  Midnight?  Sometime in there, perhaps even a bit after.  Just running up to six, Sassy was fed, and the temp was checked.  It is 42 out there, so thirty down from the high(est I saw it, today, anyway).  I think the furnace is off?  Or is is set to 66?  This front room is 66, upstairs was 60... or 60 something?

No, the furnace was on, but at 66.  The windows were also open.  Not how I want it.  I don't mind the windows open, if the furnace is off.  Now it is off.  Now to see if I can handle the cool.

Not a horrible day.

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I had to rest.  Work just wasn't possible.  A long nap, from early to mid afternoon.  Three to four hours down.  And, I'll probably go back on to bed again, shortly.

Warmer.  It was up to, at least, 74 outdoors today.  The last I checked, an hour or two ago, it was down to 60.  All good.

In really rough shape.

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Eating, last night, after getting out, was difficult.  I made food, couldn't eat well or much.  Even so, blood sugar is high again today.  Stupid things.  Down by thirty after midnight or so, awake at eight.  But it's a rough wake.  I feel horrible.  Not sure why.  What I did yesterday wasn't that much.  It didn't get higher than the low 70s.  I have been doing more work, with laundry, breaking down boxes, sorting and moving heavily laden boxes, and else.

So... why did yesterday absolutely crush me, and before I was finished?  Too many things, in too many places, plus walking, and some of the stress of dealing with people?  Or such?  I just can't say.  Today feels like the day after a marathon, or day when we played two basketball games in a row, or something.

Absolutely bushed.

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To town.  First to the bank.  Had to get cash.  While there, I canceled the old card and had them order a new one.  Then to the phone store.  But they couldn't let me pay, without id?  Seriously?  I'll... have to figure that out some other way.  After that, to the hospital for blood tests.  They also want me to do a urinalysis.  I couldn't do the regular one there, so they sent it home as homework.  As well, I have to do a twenty four hour one.  I really don't think they will be open Saturday, and have no way to call and check.  So that one will be Monday, or... yes... I could start it Sunday, finish Monday, and take it in.  The other one I can do for tomorrow.  But... do it fresh, right before going in.

Then to grocery stores.  I went to two, because one of them simply didn't have low carb, or really high fiber, tortillas.  Oh, and I went to a health food store.  For better spices.  Sorry, McCormick (sp?), you just aren't good, definitely not for the price.  The only thing I couldn't find, anywhere, was the hotter cayenne.  I prefer 100k on the scale, but would settle for 90k.  No, that.,. to me... isn't hot.  It's just a mild... middling flavor.  Regular red pepper flakes, then that, then the carolina reaper, makes for a balanced heat.  It makes it flavorful, not single toned.  Absolutely love how I do it.  For me, it isn't really hot.  It's... just... nicely warm.  I think there is hotter, if you can trust it to not be fake.  I haven't tried it, yet.

Hmm?

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I like the number game.  There have been 212 visits today, so far.  A few other (more usual) numbers I see are, in order of frequency, are *69, 308, 357, and 338.  Seriously, those numbers pop so very often.  This is a new one, but I liked it.  I'm easily entertained.

Down just a bit after one, up a bit after nine.  That's... good.  Both are earlier, and only down about eight hours.  Good enough for me, well within the parameters of what I prefer, or closer than it has been.  Would like to get to bed a wee bit earlier, from two to four hours earlier would be good.  And... awake eight hours after going to bed.  With the sun coming up earlier, and me trying to get a face full of shine in the morning, that may be possible.

Better numbers, and some work.

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Blood sugar is 110.  Not the absolute best, but moving in the right direction.  BP was 150/95 with a pulse of 65.  Better.  Both.  Sometimes they are frustrating, but... okay.  As well, I finally figured out how to get the average on the bp machine, and to look at the last (at least eight) readings.  I'm not sure how many it keeps in memory.  But that helps.  In case I forget to write a number, when I start doing that.  Right now, just getting my numbers going, as I am getting back on medicine.

All the boxes were finished.  Well, the boxes I had in the front room.  There were many.  Many many.  Done.  With those.  Then I went through the boxes of tools, parts, and such.  Organizing and packing those off out of the way.  I got in and got areas open.  Not finished, but really a good start.  I have a rolling cart and a swamp cooler on wheels, which I'll have to finish sorting.  But, they are open, and mostly cleared.  Just a few books, on the cart, and components, which need sorted.

Back to it.

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I have compacted the boxes.  Save for the big holder boxes, and two other massive boxes that will... have to be figured out in their own ways.  Plus, I have gone through three quarter of the tools, parts, and pieces recently purchased.  Not great, but it's as fast as I can get to it.

Gaming, working, gaming, working, resting a bit in there too.  Browsing the internet is my down time.  Gaming is almost work, at this point in the game.

A rough one.

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Just breathing is a bit of a trick.  Whatever is wrong, is well and truly wrong.  I've had worse.  And better.  Still, trying to get at it.

It took a few hours to get going.  That isn't unusual.  Being up later is a negative.  Having to fight through is a negative, if a typical one.  But this health bump isn't nice.  It's been a while since I hit this.  It happens when I go off meds, go back on medicines, or both as is the case.

Not much.

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Kefir changed over.  A few minor things.  I was just not able to get to things today.  Why?  Can't say for sure.  I let fresh air in today, since it was up to 63 (pretty much from when I awoke, until later afternoon, best I could tell, as I remember).  Now, I just gave it, say, three to four hours open.  Then shut it all down, and turned the furnace back on.

Too cold, earlier, with things open.  Too warm after that?  I just couldn't win.  But I did like that fresh air.  I didn't end up finishing the dishing, vacuuming, hitting the boxes, ore most of the bigger ideas.  Just couldn't.  Gaming and browsing the internet.  I couldn't focus, or stand for long.

Up, a bit late.

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Then again, not down until midnight thirty.  A ten wake up.  Though, realizing bp has elevated, that makes sense.  Not that it always will.  Temps go up, or down, too quickly?  I crash.  Eating too much, or too little?  I can crash.  Blood sugar rising or falling quickly, for reason or not?  I can crash.  Other reasons too.  Overcast for a day, several, or a week?  Too much sun?  Worry about this or that?  No stresses?  I'm broken.  I will crash, even if everything is tended.  Certainly if I miss a bowling ball, or three, being juggled... whether they land on my foot, or bruise a kneecap, or not.

Doing well, actually, for being in a crash condition.  Having to struggle, but getting dishes through, doing laundry right to folding.  If now I have three big baskets of folded laundry I need to figure out where to put, plus some clothes needing hung, without much room for that.  Oh... but the closet has space.  It doesn't all have to go on the racks.

Not all of it.

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No vacuuming, no boxes.  But I did get all of the laundry folded, most of the dishes tended, the barrels back in their place, and a few other things, and extra things.  It was just a lot more work, doing what I did, than I anticipated.  Folding clothes, bedding, and towels sounds easy, and fast, but it just isn't.  And, strange as it seems, it really does take more energy than one might think.

Sassy has finally started eating out of her new bowls.  Not... happily.  I stay around, to convince her.  And give her extra attention when she does end up eating.  Still not sure why she is so skittish.  I have only seen her act so strangely when I tried to show her Sam's dead body, before I buried her.  She wouldn't come near me/us.  Initially, she ran away from the bowl (stainless) and base (cast iron).  The stainless is shiny, the base is a typical cast iron with a black coating.  Strange girl, but a few days of hunger brought her around.  I just wasn't sure styrofoam was healthy.  It's... been on my mind.

A few things.

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The dishwasher finished.  Got everything put up and/or away.  Some things didn't have a place, so I created one, if mobile.  A box was found, a small one, for the lid bands on my canning jars.  Most of which are being used for drinking coffee or tea, making kefir, and in time making sauerkraut.  I'd like to experiment with small batches.  Still, I want to keep the bands.  The popper lids not so much.  Those things, from shipping, usually don't work.  I have fresh ones of those, of both the metal and "reusable" plastics.  Those don't have a good reputation.  Still... I... have lids.  So keeping the bands would be good, in a pinch.

As well, I got to the line.  The sheet was dry, not so much the duvet.  Which is fine.  It has pockets of down, so will take a bit.  Hmm, when I finish this I will give the laundry a final spin, see about any dishes left to finish rinsing, see about folding some clothes.  That should be it for a bit.  Then return to gaming.

Out to dry.

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Hoping it doesn't end up raining, mind you.  It is closing in out there.  But, it's ~60 to 62 out there.  Breezy, darkening quickly, cooling quickly, threatening precip.  Still, I'm... hoping to get the duvet and sheet to dry before it hits.  And, being so nice out there, I opened the house, top to bottom.  Turning the furnace off, for the nonce.  Keeping the fan on though... that helps moderate temperatures a great deal, summer or winter.

Still waiting on the dishes?  Sometimes I think it just gets stuck running, or not running?  Perhaps fighting with the washing machine for hot water, then one of them takes a time out to pout.  I... understand.  I've had to wait for a woman in the bathroom before.  And... made some women wait for me.  :)  Boobies pout well.  :p  I pout pretty good myself.

Can't eat.

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Heated the last bit of chicken, say a fifth of the breast, plus the remaining steak.  Half of the latter.  I gave it a go, but just couldn't eat much.  I tried eggs, earlier.  But the boiled eggs were too old.  My fault, I... let them sit too long.  Not bad, mostly, probably, just beyond edible, for me.  Especially in my current state.

I' finished the chicken?  Whatever.  I'll bag those up, for later.  Perhaps tern them into the proteins for a soup.  Dicing them.  Adding various vegetables, canned.  Ugh.  Just can't eat.  I did have kefir, as well.  Maybe I just have a volume problem.  I have no room in there, after eating less, for days, weeks, months now?  Food just isn't interesting, if eating is?  I want to eat, just can't, not much.  Later, I'll make soup, if I can get to it.  Or tomorrow.

A start.

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The dump trucks had not been by, so there is that.  Medicine taken, then some time later, bp checked.  It is 174/115 with a pulse of 78.  The waterpill, only one, carvedilol, potassium, minerals, super b vitamin, and daily vitamins, taken.  Not taken are losartan and an extra waterpill.  Though I am adding herbal tea blends which are supposed to act as diuretics.  I have three types, and one last one on the way.  So I can mix and match.  The problem with medicine?  Taking one medicine, that acts in one way, over and over, leads to problems.

While medicine can get a standard reaction on a standard dose, it also wears out whatever system it is working on, action on, plus stresses other organs, like kidneys and the liver.  They really should mix things up from time to time.  Depending on the ability to tolerate.  My problem is I don't tolerate many medicines well.  So changing, for example, heart medicine... isn't doable.  Most of them nearly put me into a coma.  I will fall off them, if nothing else.  Even do, sometimes, with carvedilol.  But it's the one I can generally tolerate to some degree.  However, the waterpills, I think they should alter those.  Six months to a year on one, then on a different that might act differently.  Stronger?  Fewer.  Weaker?  More.  But... they don't think like that.  If you are dying, don't change it.  If it's killing you, stop it all?  Poor choices, but it seems how they do things.

I... think I know the problem.

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Down at 22:30, up just before ten.  So much sleep?  A headache this morning, yesterday.  Body aches and other issues, exhaustion, lack of focus, while eating well, getting some food daily, and keeping keto/carnivore... so...  Last night I figured it out.  I checked blood pressure.  193/110.  That's... the problem.

I have stopped taking medicines.  Because they aren't set to be replenished.  As a fact, the doctor refused, when it looked like I had none.  So... there isn't a refill path, at the moment.  I'll be seeing the kidney guy in a few weeks, so I'll start the main one, and some of the water pill, back up.  See if that does... something.  Even 150s/100s is better.  But, yes, that... is the problem.

Just not doing well.

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Too cold, earlier.  I turned the heat up, shortly after waking.  Then became too hot?  Blood sugar is down to 106.  So it's not that.  It was only (the highest I saw it) 52 out there, and breezy.  The sun was out, mostly, all day though. I suppose, as this room heats, and it's attic holds heat, it just... goes that way.  Too cool to open up, quite yet.  And too hot otherwise, after I warm the place up.  Annoying.

Trying to change how Sassy eats.  I have been using styrofoam bowls, but I'm not sure that is healthy?  Besides, I found stainless bowls I had meant to use with a stand, for pet food.  So, I started using that.  She is refusing to eat.  I am refusing to change my mind.  She just won't eat!

Steak.

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Baked, at 350, for fifteen minutes.  Just to... get it up to temp.  Then, five minutes on medium high, to high... flipped and the heat turned to a medium low for three minutes... in a thicker pan that holds the heat.  Pulled it, set it for five minutes, then started in.  Very good.  Not as absolutely rare as I like it, but for pan frying, this is as good as I can cook a steak.  The limit being that it is a a new york strip, and the fat on some of them (including partially on this one) is off.  I was able to cut the outside eighth of an inch off, and the fat under that was good.  I... love the fat, save on new york strips.  At least I didn't have to cut it all off.  Rancid, or something.

I ate half of it.  The rest is for tomorrow.  Very good though.

Down at four.

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Give or take an half hour?  Probably later, but...  UP at nine.  It's a pretty day, I would hate to waste it, even if I am dragging ass.  Though, I'm not.  Water was set to heat, 200 F for coffee, 160 for green, white, and herbal teas.  I ought to see if there are more exact numbers.  Then again, every time I look, different folk provide different numbers.  Still, I ought to see if there is a majority consensus?  Not... to abide, to begin with, experiment with, see what I like, prefer.

Then laundry was set for a spinal spin.  One load to move over.  I might have enough whites, to put in.  Since all of those are fold items.  As well, I have a second, summer weight, duvet, to wash.  With sheets.  Which had been washed, but smell stale.  So... wash them again.  Then I'll be putting things in airtight bags and some just in drawers, to see if they will last well.  I have several types of sheets.  Some are the crisp 100% cotton, white.  Some are flannel, but 100% cotton, and unbleached, undyed.  Enough to use each at least twice if I don't get to wash right away.  So, one or two more loads, for certain.  Probably?

Not everything.

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I am waiting on one last load to dry, though one more will go in for a first run yet tonight.  I won't be staying awake for that one.  The two load before are folded, mostly put away.  Another load of dirty dishes and pans was gathered and a final load was run.  The blankets, which were hung out to dry were dry, so were brought in and folded.

Gaming in my downtime.  Doing well enough, learning things, still always behind the eightball in games like this.  Just a second dry sort of run.  The next run will get all of the minor misses.  And be practice for more difficult runs.

Well?

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Still working at things.  Hoping to make sure the first load is dry.  The fold that.  Checking on what is air drying while at it.  I did get a basket of things to take upstairs for now.  Some are blankets, which are still fresh, where folded a while back.  Would like to get them in those airtight bags.  Hmm, though really, some of those things should just be folded with the others.  Or... before.  Those won't be done for a bit.

I did get the bigger dirty dishes washed.  Some larger copper bowls, for egg work.  I'll... need to buy lemons, and use lemon and salt to shine them.  Neglected, for as expensive as they are.  Really keeping at things.  As well, changed two of the fermenting jars, soaked and washed those once.  Doing them one more time.  Then into the dishwasher they go.

Doing well.

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Not as fast as I had hoped.  But I did get one load of laundry through, with the wools hanging to dry.  Another load started.  With no drying, being that the wools are air drying, just waiting on the wash.  As well, reset dishes, putting what the machine could handle into the machine.  Far from a full load, so I'll wait.

Kefir was reset.  I'm at the point where I can back off production.  For the next few days, since I went ahead with three quarts fermenting at once, I'll drink kefir with some abandon.  Two or three mugs a day.  As the third one is going down, I am feeling rather warm, from the inside out?  I was beginning to wonder if the kefir is what is elevating, or holding, blood sugar.  So I checked it, right in the middle of feeling too warm.  Nope, blood sugar is down to 109.  While not superior, after my meal, two kefirs, and a fatted coffee, and what it has been running, it's... better.  And, really?  At 109, after my main, probably only, meal, that's not bad at all.  When a doctor tells you that medicine is required?  Get an honest, wise, or smart doctor.  For many people, who won't or can't change?  Okay.  But... the medicine will kill you.  On a different trajectory.  Faster?  If it takes out your kidneys and liver, or other things?  Who can really say for certain.

Started.

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Dishes, put away, first.  Then those soaking, that would fit, were put into the machine.  The rest were set to another soak, to be washed by hands, and any found here or there.  Some were from cooking and eating recently, most were found while digging through the kitchen.  Not... dirty dishes, mostly.  Dusty.  And, mostly just jars and just from half gallon to two gallon.  Not all will fit the dishwasher, and some oddball things need to be hand washed.

The dishwasher is going.  After it got set up, and sounded to be running it's first cycle, I then started a load of wools.  A few smaller blankets, and socks.  Nothing fancy, but good to have those running.  When those are done, everything gets hung.  Then I begin going through what else is in there, for a next load or three.

Sleeping longer hours.

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Not sure why.  The cool, of spring, and darkness?  Maybe.  I was down a bit after twenty two hundred hours, then up a bit after eight.  Not excessive, but...  I started waking around five thirty.  Then seven.  Rolled back into it.  Could have slept more, but wanted to be up.  Would have gotten up at five thirty if that had been possible.

I looked through the vehicle again, for the wallet, first thing.  It's 34 out there.  Not frigid, but rather cool for this time of year?  I think so.  No wallet.  I thought there was a place or two to look, in case I hadn't.  Three places.  But I looked everywhere, again.  The places I didn't remember looking, two of them had been checked.  They were cleaned out.  The other places had sunglasses in them, so, no.  It couldn't have been put there.

Not much?

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I just wasn't able to get to things.  I may put the dishes away, I did run one load.

I did reheat chicken.  As well, had corn and peas.

Some one... said something.

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I wasn't sure I wanted to go with them, with that.

But... fine.

As good the second time.

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Chicken is so particular.  You can't over, or under, cook it.  Or it really shows, tastes wrong.  It has to be pretty fresh, but also cleaned and processed very quickly, and frozen fast.  It is highly subject to freezer burn, and acquiring other, off, flavors in the refrigerator.

If you and your vender, and their vender, and the producers, all do their part?  You get good first run chicken.  Leftovers are just as tricky.  Heating it too much, too long, and the texture and/or flavor can be really off.  Not enough and it just isn't good.

Gonna have to get the griddle going.

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It's that time of the year.  The propane shouldn't freeze up.  I have to clear and clean the thing, and put a new tank in.  Eggs, corned beef hash, but this... this has been on my mind.

I wanted to make cheese steak phillies.  And may, from time to very rare time, or with the keto, or a, keto bread... homemade or otherwise, or just regular, sometimes.  But this?  I have found (if flour) keto tortillas that not only taste good, hold up, but also don't cause blood sugar spikes.  So... this one?  Yes.  It's more a matter of finding cheese with actual rennet.  I'd like to find cheddar, gouda, and a hot pepperjack or other hot spiced cheese.  But only with real rennet.

Strange morning.

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I went down around 21:00?  I... have something I can check.  Will check in a bit.  Though my last post was around 20:24 or so.  So... maybe.  Though did I game for a while longer, more than half an hour?  I can't be sure.  I am at the second to last boss.  Though  I am going to do another playthrough, on easy mode.  I may do a third one on middling difficulty.  Perhaps two runs, to again increase efficiency.  If I get through that, I may do a try at the hardest difficulty.

There are a few things in the game I have to figure out.  Things not needed in the lessor difficulty level(s), that would be required at the higher difficulty.  Game mechanics, devices, better uses of weapons, and environmental tricks... if they exist.

A few things.

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A shower.  Set up dishes to soak.  Roasted the chicken.

The chicken was really good, until it started getting cold.  A few cold bites absolutely destroyed my appetite.  Fine.  I'll part the rest of the bird, freeze the carcass, and put the parts in ziplocs.  It was good to have decent food.

Oh... was...

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While commenting, I remembered something from some time back.  Had to find it.  Found it.  Enjoyed it.  Thought to share it.

While I found that, found another.  Hey... yeah... well?  Enjoy, or don't.

In digging.

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I found my sous vide equipment.  Never did use it.  Thinking about it.  My only real problem?  I am not sure, at what temperature, plastic begins infusing the food.  Yes, it's... a concern.  Does it infuse food at any temperature?  Is it a time thing?  I just don't know.  But, yes, I do think about it.  With the dishwasher, I may go completely glass, for fridge containers and else.  Washing those things, to now, was simply too much.

Though, while pondering, and considering doing research regarding plastics, what is safer (honestly, if maybe they don't know or would simply lie), various notions about this and that, I found a video about how to optimize the use of the system.  And... an older video about why not.  Just... to add a few other opinions.

Seen in a whole new light.

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I've posted this before.  Saw it posted today.

But, then, realized?  Pronouns.  They were laughing about it back when.

Up right at seven.

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Had to check... several clocks and other time pieces, to make sure.  Just... had an odd feeling the time wasn't right.  It is.  Fed Sassy and checked the temperature out there this morning first thing.  The sun is just about to breach the eastern mountain front.  Even with it being rather cloudy, the types and way of it shines with an orange glow, through the varied cloud banks.  A beautiful stormy sort of morning.  It is a cool 22 out there.  Freezing the moisture right out of the air, for now.

Slept well, but a bit cold.  The temp, upstairs, was 61.  I had the furnace at 66.  The upstairs is usually staying in the low 60s.  As is this front room.  The furnace up, and the heat in this front room turned on, just to start the day.  I'll turn this one off in a bit, and the furnace down... after a shower.

No more.

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A few things, plus the table saw put together.  It still needs to be adjusted, checked out.  Still, it's together.  The box, and packing, minus the device and else parts, probably weighs thirty to forty pounds?  Not a complaint, just... impressed, in a way.  The box was a bit beat up.  But everything inside was just fine.  Not a ding, dent, or scratch.  Impressed with packing tech, when they want to put the effort in.

A few other minor things, here and there.  Oh, and the Xterra cleaned out.  Not as much as hoped.  And the wallet still hasn't been found.  This, and that, and a few very small things.  Those few larger things.  And lots of plans.

Mostly together.

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The stand, for the table saw, is together.  And... seems right.  All that remains is attaching the saw to it.  The right tools really help.  The last few times I put things together, I just used the tools included.  Gah!  I have ratcheting wrench sets (in both sae and metric.  More, I have power tools, fittings, and bits.  Yes, no.  I won't use the barely functional tools they include.  Now, grateful.  I will never knock that.  Sometimes... you just don't have the tools, or the tools with you where and when you want to put something together.  It's... a good thing to include those helpful baubles.

So, power tools out, wrenches, a 13 mm and 3/16" hex, and away I went.  Surprised it went so smoothly.  I did get the kickstand on in such a way, at first, that I was thinking they had drilled the holes in the wrong place, or... something.  Nope, just... flip and find the right holes.  Been there, done that, before.  :p  Screwed it well.

Well...

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Gaming.  Then, when awake enough, I grabbed several flashlights, pulled the suv out of the garage, and... tore in.  Looking here, there, and everywhere.  Taking the trash out, organizing what was staying (always keep jumper cables and a toe strap, and... a few other things).  Boy was she a mess.  I really need to get the seats and benches out, and give her a real go with the shop vac and then the steam vac.

She is still in excellent shape, just... dirty.  It's been a few years since I've done what I should do.  Just slow rolling.  Engine is excellent.  Interior is like new other than the floor needing cleaned.  So... yeah.  But, no wallet.  Though I do know, without a doubt, the wallet isn't in there.  Probably.  I will... look again.

Awake and sorting the morning.

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Raining, off and on, out there?  Or... was that just...  Let me check.  Nope.  Oh.  Must have been day dreaming.  I checked, outside, when I woke up.  It was 26.  Clear, too?  Mostly?  Not sure if I really looked, but it wasn't raining.  Frosted, the whole world.  I think it rained, lightly, later last night?  Before bedtime to be certain, down at ~23:00, up to nearly an hour later.  That rain all become hard frost.  Now it's is 34, a few hours after waking, and a dozen minutes exactly?  Or close enough.  Waking right around seven.

Sassy was fed first thing.  Been giving her extra attention.  We both need it, for no good reason.  Sometimes we are closer, sometimes we need more space.  That's true of siblings, parents, spouses, and pets.  If some of us seem to live quite securely on our own, by ourselves, for the most part.  Look... when even cats beg ME for attention, you... know I'm a bit of a loner.  :)  Oh, I'd like to have a woman about the place.  I must admit.  But her girlfriends and family would be for her social interaction.  I'm... just a group of gonads with a plan.  :p  Still, could eat together, sometimes, and talk, from time to time.  She wouldn't let me forget I'm alive.  Women!

Almost certain she still watches.

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And she... knows where, and what, I have written about her.

It seems she wasn't too upset, about my remembrance.

Not much.

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Someone suggested food.  I... have those things.  I think.  Might get to it.  Hungry, and yet not?  Rain, sometimes extremely heavy.  The last few days, even weeks, off and on.  Though good.  The dam is full.  And there is still snowpack to be delivered through the spring.  The trick it to have it going out, being used, before it all melts?  Or stops raining.  But... has to stop raining or the crops can't go in.  Tricks and traps.

Cool, too.  It was 34 midmorning.  Still is 34.  Just above freezing and wet as can be.  So just about as cold as the temperature allows.  Still, it's got that spring feel to it.

Five thirty or so.

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A bit of time waking.  Sorting thoughts.  No work was done, just... keeping the list as it was.  Muscles burn.  Ache.  Joints, ligaments, else stretched.  I... worked hard, there for a while.  Knew I would need some downtime.  Getting it.  Still, trying to do... at least little things.  Will do what is possible, possibly a bit more.  Won't push and shove and sprint for a finish line that... keeps moving anyway.

A few new, a few old, tunes.  Yes.  She knows who she is.

More sleep.

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Down somewhere between 23:00 and 24:00?  Maybe.  Pretty close in there.  Up at ~5:24.  Sleeping a lot.  Needing it.  Weather moved in.  Not cold, cool and wet.  Raining frequently.  It must have rained just a bit before I got out to put the trash bin at the roadside.

Feet and legs are in very good trim.  No odd bulges from excess water.  swelling over the whole of the lower extremities is gone.  Just a bit of puffiness on the top of the left foot.  That'll... take a bit.  Fluid is leaving the body, over time.  Not a fast thing.  Until it does, I may be a bit sluggish.  Doc really should have just given me scripts, even just for the water pills.  He wasn't being a pussy, he was being an asshole.  Or whoever controls him was being one.  Or both.  Never can tell.  I've fixed it.

A very pleasant surprise.

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I ate out earlier.  And, while picking things up at the hardware store, I bought candy bars as a treat, snickers.  One for each of us.  I ate mine immediately.  Hungry, in a wrong way, right when temptation was present.  Then, after returning home, I had spaghetti... all minimally keto, mostly carnivore.  So I was a bit worried about blood sugar.

When waking, a few hours ago, I decided to test.  Might as well know the damages.  Blood sugar was 103, fasting.  I'd take that any day, these days.  Why?  How?  I guess doing work helps?  Can't be absolutely sure.  I did test after all that, and blood sugar was 122.  I expected it to go up.  Nope.

A very good rest.

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Down between 18:00 and 19:00, up at ~3:30, give or take a decade.  Sassy fed, teeth scrubbed, tea water heated, and then set.  Almost ready.  Oh, before I got down, I put in a new nose piece on my glasses.  The nose piece kit had a screwdriver, tweezers, and even a small flathead screwdriver.  Most likely for tightening some parts of the glasses.  I'll remember, though I did ad a small screwdriver kit to my glasses storage box as well.

A shave sometime today?  Maybe, or tomorrow.  Another shower?  Maybe.  But, if I do that, after I set dishes to soak, then get those in the machine.  A new vacuum cleaner arrived.  I haven't opened it yet, but may today.  Trying it out as a finishing touch in the master bedroom.  And, if it works, in the living room.  Both of those rooms have been cleaned down to just carpet and dust or whatever.

A... good little bit.

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Cooked burger, then used some to make a spaghetti and meat sauce.  The shirataki noodles worked.  It was a decent meal.  Then I boiled eggs, got those cracked.  A few other odds and ends.  But then help arrived, and it was to working on the bathroom.

We got the vanity out.  Which ended up being a bit of work.  Then, the flooring, old mirror, and old toilet out.  I have never been to a dump, proper.  Oh, my, what a treat.  Though, I must admit, going to such a place is something every consumer should be required to do.  Just to understand where that thing you toss may well go.  It's a bit of a horror.  Still, civilization would be difficult without them.  Not even a necessary evil.  Just... a reality.

A few more things.

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Cooking.  The burger was cooked.  Then with some of that, I made a rough spaghetti meat sauce, adding shirataki noodles.  For... texture, appearances.  It was pretty good.  Now to get the rest of the burger stored for later.  Maybe a tomato rice, or veggie and burger soup.  Who knows.  Maybe both.

I did trim my whiskers, and brush my teeth.  Then made coffee.  Haven't showered yet, hoping to do that shortly.  After I get the foods put up.  I did change out some of the litter, dumping one whole box.  I'll have to add fresh to the empty one.  Then, I took two bags of trash out.  I have... four or five in the garage.  They won't fit.  Though those are pretty much just packing, paper, and such.

Sleeping, often.

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It's rough.  Not too painful, but there is pain.  Just so tired, all of the time, currently.  Gaming, laundry, dishes, showering, doesn't matter... almost falling asleep while trying to do things.  No focus, memory sucks, life is complicated.  Today I am going to turn the furnace up a bit.  And turn the heat on in this room.

On the good side, I slept really well. Dreaming of women, and sex, all night though.  I realized something though?  While I always thought sex was okay, I was never in it for the pleasure.  I really was hoping to create children.  That was the... goal, the point of it, the reason I was doing it.  For me, there is no other reason for sex.  Which... means there is no interest in alternative forms, or some/most women?  Pretty much.

I should have closed up and turned the heat up.

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Still, I got a nice bit of work done.  Nothing new, since my last post.  Shivering, or nearly, so that my typing is off.  Well, and a bit sleepy too.  I get cold when I get sleepy, so... there is that.

I keep thinking about making something to eat.  It wouldn't take too long.  But, then, I'd have to let it cool down enough to put away, then put it away.  I'm... too tired to... cook, then that, then... that... and the rest.  I just can't.  If I had any legs to me, I'd go out and get something.  Even something not the best.  Glad I don't have legs.

It seems cold?

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The body is cold.  It's 67 in here.  It is 43 outdoors.  It was 51, with a strong breeze, later last night.  Then rain arrived, and the temp dropped to 36 or so?  So it's... being spring.  I have the house set on 66, as I am airing out the upstairs a bit.  With it warm enough, I have a few windows open, to shoot air through for a bit.  Would do it down here, but I'm just not feeling it.  Too cold to mess with that.  Some air flow, but not with a fan.

Not working today, it seems, on the bathroom.  So I'll do a few other things.  Wasn't sure I was really ready to work though, anyway.  Then again, it's more of a one man job, save for doing a few things.  A few parts of it.  Well, and I'd like to see, learn, with some of it.

Back to it?

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Still slowly, but a bit more quickly.  Just not drilling for gold quite yet.

I set the laundry to a final spin.  Then got dishes sort of ready.  But I wanted to clear and clean the freezertop/coffee station and microwave.  A good way to get the microwave ready for cleaning is to put a (microwave save) mug of fresh water in there, then set it to steam.  Too big of a mug, had to run it twice.  But... it worked.

Up!

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I think I went to bed around 15:30~16:00?  Can't be certain.  No more work.  I did have a bit more of the veggies, and a fatted coffee.  Not much, but it was something.  No more shirts folded, but I did run the clothes in the dryer through a short extra spin.  Will do that again, right before pulling them to hang them.  Hanging all these, I think.  Actually, might do that right away.  Hanging clothes is easy, folding, nicely, is... eye-crossingly annoying, boring, and doesn't work well.  GAH!

Blood sugar is 115 fasting.  So... a better number.  Why down from the mid 140s?  I can't say.  But I'll take it.  Can't eat much.  Hmm, I do have an idea or two.

The patterns.

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It isn't all about me.  Had to ponder this one.  I figured it was to be about me.  In a way, it is.  In a way, it isn't.  The women I have known.  The youngest of them?  Has aged out of viability.  The oldest, last I knew, was still alive.  Women really don't age well, at all.  They start out as on top of the world as they can get.  Men start out as dogs, and generally get better.  Even if terminally ill, if unable to die.

Oh, yes.  Was someone saying something with this?  Is one of them dead, or dying?  I don't know.  Or... is it just a thought, from out there?  I can't say.  Just that it caught me off, I looked, and I saw.

So very tired.

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I seem cold.  But it has been, sort of, warm out there.  Into the mid 60s.  It is 36 out there this morning.  Cold, but above freezing.  Then again, it is march.  I would have thought it would be warmer by now.  I can't seem to warm up.  But that is a health thing, again, I think.

Unable to do much work.  A few very small tasks though the day, one at a time.  Tired, sore, sleepy, and else.  It looks like I have crashed again.  I may even be going back to bed for a while.  Or... a long while.

Oh, ouch.

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Just waking here at 17:00.  A bit after.  Still a bit sore.  Achy.  Tired.  But awake enough to not be able to sleep more.  For now.  Though I won't be doing a lot of work today.  I would like to finish the laundry.  The white shirts out to be folded or hung, and the black shirts to finish in the dryer.  As well, I want to clear the dishes that are soaking, get those into the dishwasher.  Maybe finish the ones to be done by hand.  Then get a shower?  But that will be it, IF I can even do that much.

I pushed, strained things.  I hurt, ache in very new places.  I am exhausted, tired, even sleepy, just not enough to sleep more.  Then again, I can get from bottom to standing in a partial forward roll.  I'm nearing 60.  A year and change short.  But... close enough.  Find 60 year olds who can stand from down flat.  Not common.  Especially the nearly dead ones, like me.  And, on a day when I am pretty much shot from overexertion from several weeks of hard(er, for me) labor. 

So very tired.

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I folded a few of the tshirts.  Gamed for a bit.  Made a meal.  But I am scrambling to stay awake.  I don't think I'll be able to do it.  Just caving in, falling down.  I need sleep, more sleep.

I didn't think there was enough burger crumble to make the soup.  Turns out, what was there was a perfect amount.  A couple of cans of very hot diced tomato, a package of palm heart rice, and the hamburger was all I added... well and some water.

Awake.

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Around midnight thirty again.  Pretty beat.  Sore.  But good.  I set the laundry to a final spin, then will put the other laundry in.  Folding half, hanging half, or so.  The furnace was put up to 70.  I'm plenty warm.  Slept really warm.  And it is 69 in this front room, without having heat on.  The furnace wouldn't warm the place this quickly, and not this front room mostly at all.  It must have gotten pretty nice out there yesterday.  I thought I read 62, at some point?  But, overcast, some or most of the day?  Seemed like it?  It is 38 out currently.  So... yes, warming.

I want to get the dishes worked up a bit, so as to open the shower and get in there.  Though, it depends on what will fit in the dishwasher.  If there is a lot of room, given the things going in, I may just soak another load.  Then get that in, in an hour or two.  Though, I have even more dishes.  But big jars, gallon and half gallon glass.  Not sure all of them will fit in there, but... will find out before long.  Easy to wash by hand though.

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.