Only the shower.

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Well, and a small dish pan of dishes were set to soak.  After the big portion of dishes I was finished.  That opened the way for showering, a start to get back to cooking, and took care of my largest domestic headache.  I am satisfied.  I did a number of other smaller tasks too.

Feet still look bad, swollen.  Not too severely, but enough to be an ongoing problem.  I'll keep at it, but I am taking 200 mg of the water pill.  I... more?  Another day.  If they remain as are I'll add another.  I have to get that fluid out.  I don't want it more deeply in my lungs, that is terrible to choke on your own breath.

All of them.

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Dishes, that is.  Once started I plowed right through.  As wel, I swept and then cleaned the litter.  I've been keeping up on litter lately.  But that is it for a while.  I called my mom, on my landline.  I think she has the number?  If not she may have ignored the call.  I'll make sure next time we talk.

The next tasks are the shower and shave.  Then laundry.  I am satisfied with the way things are going.  I hope to finish off well.  Tomorrow, bedding change, more laundry, the kitchen, and the rest of the bathroom.  And a bath, a soaking bath.  If I get the kitchen done, I will be set to try some of those recipes.  Macadamian nut bread, or tortillas and mayo, then maybe the chocolate.  Yeah, I have the ingredients.

I might be seeing stars.  It really is my body, not my lack of will.  I am pushing things just by shoving my day back around.  Adding actual physical labor in messes with some things.  But, fine.  I'll do what I can anyway.  A bit more gaming, then I'll see about the rest.

Have a good... no, great, day.

Maybe not as planned. But...

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While I like, prefer, things to go as pencilled in, as long as things are happening I am usually good.  I had meant to wash dishes, shower, then put them back.  In working on dinner while doing the dishes, they were set to rinse before I could shower.  I'll get my shower yet today.  I did give the laundry a fluff.

I then ate dinner, then back to gaming.  I am about to go back to work.  Dishes, a shower and maybe shave, then cycling laundry.  I'll fold what is dry while watching a movie.  Yeah.  Still not much, or fast, but it's something.  Oh, I did order interconnecting wire boxes, to hopefully develop organization in the bedroom.  If it succeeds I may order more.  Like milk crates, only easier to configure.

I should call my mom.  Just to talk.  I don't know if age has been as hard on her as my health on me, if I suspect we are similar.  Which... causes me concern regarding her.  She will most likely outlive me, if that isn't as good as it can seem.  I hope it on one selfish hand, hope otherwise in a more giving way.  Not our choice in the end.

Well, I'll at least drain and do some dishes, then shower, after a call.  Good morning, day, to you.

I finally found it.

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The instruction video was found while pleasure viewing a vid on another topic... a murphy (fold-up) bed.  I'd like to put one in the spare bedroom, or my room.  Anyway, this particular model had static legs for when the bed was deployed, which became floating shelves when the bed was folded against the wall.

Right at eight, give or take fifteen.

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Is anything not more or less?  Oh, sure, there has been the random exact to a dollar, or ten(s of) dollar(s) change, and such... rarity makes those exceptions to prove the rule.  Same with other seemingly exact measures, weights, random numbers and such.  What am I getting at?  Nothing.

Sleep was good.  I think.  Feet are looking better but still not quite right.  Only one bathroom need during the night. If my feet were looking pretty bad before bed.  It actually doesn't make sense that they would be so swollen, that I only voided once, and they look much better this morning.  Weird.

I have been on medicine well.  For food, I dither between right eating (if sometimes the wrong food) to grazing.  Cannot focus.  I have changed what and how much I graze, pistachios or almonds and a cup or two max a day.  I have lost... control.  But I can alter key aspects if I can remember the need, desire, in time then focus.  FOCUS.  Brutal, have to force the issue.  Usually.

Meat is thawed.  Pork roast, steaks, and burger.  I should be eating well.  However, with social security on the fritz, this month is looking spooky.  I'll have to pinch every penny, stretch every nickel, cheap cheap cheap.  Canned tuna, burger, hotdogs, egg casseroles, no pork and steak as planned.  The butcher will have to wait.

As for steak being too expensive?  My usual half inch slab is half the price of my typical fast food order, sometimes a third if I get a side of chicken nuggets.  And I only eat twice a day max, with two veggies on the side max.  My food money is channelled into meat.  The only problem with steak this month is that steep up-front cost.  It's not a luxury item, either. It is what will keep me alive.  Oh, I am going to add porterhouse steaks into the mix, plus chops, pork roasts, chuck roasts, and burger from the butcher.  No lamb this year, just missed it and am going broke.  Blah.

Later.

Thanks for the reminder.

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Someone visited a post.  The post partly discussed shitaki noodles.  I honestly didn't like them.  And, yet, after blood sugar took a hundred or more point hit?  I am thinking whomever made the suggestion is probably right.  I don't think the sauce was a problem, just the noodles.  So, right, it's in the basket.  Bleh.

Zounds!

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I did get the laundry to dry, then set to fluff... just to be sure.  I did make it to nigh on 15:00.  Then I died into sleep heaven.  OMG.  Dark and hard as a steel fitted coffin.  Nothing, no thing.  I haven't slept like that in a coon's age.  I must have voided, three urinals are full.  Had mostly stopped using them.  Have them in there for nights like last night and when I am taking extra water pills.

It does look like the damn finally broke, or started to break.  There is still some minor swelling on top of my right foot, but ankles are not cankley.  Still, in normal recent times, that would be enough for concern.  So I will continue at the higher dose until I am running dry.  Usually two is maintenance, with three as an emergency number.  But five?  That's way out, ask even Monty Python.

Well?

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I will be awake to 14:00.  The laundry is dragging on.  I tried to dry too much at too low of a heat.  The second load will not get folded but should make it in.  Dishes are about to get hit.  Then set aside for a shower.  Bleh.  I realized I had an appointment today.  No way I  could make it.  Called to cancel and reset, plus get another eye visit.

I'll have to get paperwork to my doc for license.  I have three bills to pay, four.  Ugh.

I'm taking five 40 mg furosimide (water pills).  Have been for two... three?... days.  The feet, and interior though not lungs, are still flooded.  Yeah, I need rest.  I pushed, it isn't just exhaustion.  I didn't break anything, I probably bent a couple or dozen major somethings.  Yeah.  I seem to do that, and need to do that, from time to time.  One of my cousins does that to her dad.  She wasn't sure that was right, I heard.  It'll keep him alive.  No, not drinking more, on the medium to light levels... a gallon and an half to three a day.  I can go to four or five.

I'll give my mom a call, then check things.  Good night.

Alright, Skippy.

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The second load of laundry is in.  That will be that, for this cycle, if I hope to fold that and put it up.  It will be three loads, actually.  I gave up on dishes.  Or, more, the way I was trying to do them.  Usually the kitchen sink is better, save when I can't stand for long.  Then I go back to the tub in the tub.  I can sit while doing them that way.  And, yes, they are in soaking.

The best pasghetti sauce I have ever made.

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Possibly the best I have ever eaten, with the provisio that I like it "warm" and most don't even add to jalapeno level, let alone habanera level.  Some like it hot.  Started with a pound and half of burger, sauted in light olive oil.  Added a large dose of Italian seasonings, a teaspoon of onion and ginger powder (Gilligan will be so jealous) and two teaspoons of garlic.  Forgot to add the anchovy paste but decided it's never too late, so in it went, about a table spoon as with the tomato paste (both from tubes... really ramps flavor), then about an half teaspoon of my hottest pepper flecks.

I let that all mix and brown.  No salt needed, if I do salt the pasta while it cooks.  Then, I added a small can of diced tomatos, a cup and half of my mom's salsa, and a cup of the pasta water, then let that simmer for between half and one hour.  Oh my word.  The waiting was murder.  The long simmer (first time), the ginger, and my mom's salsa were the secrets.

I've been awake for a bit.  Moving slow.  I found the rosary but haven't started it yet.  I did say a few Hail Mary's and an Our Father.  I have it set up to start.  Medicine is still messy.  I miss, take it at the wrong times...  I am simply out of step with no quick way of jumping back into a right pattern.  It'll be a few steps forward, one or several back, in hopes that I go more forward than back and sooner than later.  Amen... so be it.

The list is still the list.  Laundry, a load, is going in now.  Later.

It isn't just me.

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I mean I am not just being lazy.  I was thinking that might be the case until I noticed something.  Legs are swollen.  That was a few days ago.  So I started back on medicine, which had slipped.  It isn't enough, so I just added more water piils.  No real choice.  I am a bit surprised.  Even that isn't helping, or as much or quickly as anticipated.  I'll keep at it.

Hmm? Well...

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It seems  to be going to fall fast out there.  In one sense it is good.  I can always wear more clothes.  However, the bob and weave in the jog of weather change is kicking my butt.  That and resetting medicine.  I can't say how often I missed per day or over what period.  I did try, for what it was worth.  I am able to go on them full tilt, though there is some loadstoning happening... would be at any dose.

So?  So I am tired.  I will keep trying though.  And I am doing more, even on my own.  Tonight?  Back to yesterday's list.  I did get a few more things done, just not listed items.  Probably didn't need to get the trash out, being a holiday, but far better a day early than late!

Blood sugar has been medium to high.  I just started checking again yesterday.  Perhaps I can get food back in trim, on the righter stuff at the righter times, with multiday fasting on weekends, starting next weekend.  I haven't checked bp lately.  I'll give meds some time.  Ugh.

Yeah, I'll try to get more off the list tonight.  Later.

Not bad for a short run.

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I realized, if tonight was going to be different, I had to start.  When?  Usually now is the best answer.  As to what... depends on the day.  Sunday, isn't it?  Yes and no, but for practical purposes, yes.  As in trash day.  I got much of it out yesterday, half by volume, three quarters by weigh, or more... cat litter.

So... I started there.  While at it, all of the trash cans and the recycling bin needed bagged.  Not just from the bags and clutter , but a pot of fresh eww and refrigerator cleaning.  There was something in the freezer too.  I even went through the eggs.  Wow, it had gotten rough.  I opened several windows and have a fan going.  It'll take a bit.

I hope to get laundry started, do some dishes, then get a shower and maybe a shave yet tonight.  As usual no promises.  The pork roast is grilling as I write.  It must be close...  *ding, ding, ding*  Talk about timing.  Later.

Wiggling the day around.

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Attempting a maneuver to such ends.  I did wake later, but for sleeping long.  Going to bed... trying to push that around.  That is not only not advancing, I am losing that battle for now.  I... the weather has something to do with it.  Warm one day, falling the next.  It's as moody as I am.  Well, and... meds, food, and still recovering.  Probably other things as well.

I did reset medicine last night.  As well, I got litter changed and most trash out.  Meat was thawed, so a good dinner... pork roast, peas, milk, and... ?

I hope to do more tonight.  No promises.  Merely a goal.  Same as yesterday.  Later.

What a gas.

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Didn't get anything done.  Shouldn't be surprised.  I am surprised I am doing the other things and staying up full days.  So...

Good morning.

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It's as close as I can get for  you.  I actually woke closer to 18:00.  An hour later and I'm just posting.  Sleep was fantastic.  Two days of working tuckered me out, if not... in a bad way.  Just tired enough to make sleep excellent.  I am going to try to hit the kitchen, bathroom, and laundry tonight.

Odd, even with all going, for home cooling, and it being cooler, I couldn't get it below 72 in here last night.  Perhaps that is close to the late summer limit, or I started too late?  I'll be trying again tonight.  As well, another shower, just body.  I am so dry and I need to work specifically on my feet.  Baby oil with coconut and shea, really helps.  Slather it on, after a shower, say once a week for maintenance... more as needed if you are hitting a dry spell or your skin is being fussily dry for any reason.  I really am learning to love the stuff.  Finally, my belly button isn't a dried out weird area.  If it's still a strange part of the anatomy.  After the whole body, then scaling dry skin from the feet and peppermint lotion on top.  Self-care... gotta do it.

It's already down to 70 outside, already cooler than inside?  Okay.

More work, driving lessons, and dinner.

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I asked what time it was, looked at the clock too.  None of that helped, didn't stick in memory.  However, I know I went to bed at 9:40 to 50, that I set ac to run for ten hours, and that it said it had five hours (probably plus and or minus up to nearly an half hour) on the timer.  So...  15:35 to 16:25?  In that neighborhood, when I woke, with little sleep.  It was enough.

First, back to work.  Two more windows were cut.  One was fitted back in, with a single hinge.  It needs two.  A latch and handle were installed.  The wood was from the cut, glued then with a plank screwed across all to hold it together.  Two more windows were cut.  It was cooler today but I got hotter than yesterday anyway.  A bit of cleaning, the sorting of parts from shelves plus their removal, then getting tools in, and that was that for that part.

While the Boss took a breather, I hit the showers.  Much needed, because of the heat of the day and... it's been a few days.  Got in a shave while at it.  Then on to driving.  I was choking, having problems shifting.  He took the driver position to figure out my problem.  Figured it out.  I returned to driving and now am about were I was when I left off before the trip, perhaps slightly better.  I was getting steamed, the switch out and discussion kept me from... creating unnecessary hiccups.

Then to dinner.  I don't have anything thawed, so I left the choice in his hands.  He finally went with a new Mexican joint in the next town over.  I went with several tacos, a goat meat burrito (it was that or beef tongue), and my tea.  He went with tacos and... something else...  just can't recall.  Pretty good, actually.  The burrito was more than I could quite finish, but he finished most of his meal.  All good.

I have the windows open and fans going.  It is, mostly, back to summer.  I need the cool.  Even with the cooling trim, the cave is still 72, with it being in the mid 40's out there.  Odd.  It's about time for another meal.  Pork and salsa, corn, and a glass of milk.  I finished the game I was playing, but there are other things to do in it, if mostly mop-up.

A very good day.  Later.

Nothing. Dreamed a fix. Still nothing?

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Yea.  Regarding the duck coop.  I... just couldn't see how to do things.  I knew the way I was going at it wasn't working.  I wasn't seeing my way to completion on the raised nesting areas, the hatch, the windows... it was all seeming impossible, or at least unlikely.

Last night, or the night before, time has gotten fuzzy in my exhausted situation, I dreamed a solution to the nesting area.  As dreams go, I wasn't sure if the solution would work.  But I woke with more than a dying man's hope.  Even so I couldn't get to work.  Then, this afternoon, I heard the Boss, so started getting going.  Wanna work, he asked?  You bet!, or something strongly in the positive.

It was warm!  Strangely, for me, I was glad to see, feel it, so warm.  I might even say it was hot.  The shiver of pre-winter, which had invaded the environs, mind, and body had been a bit much and a bit early.  It has rolled me into a minor depression. Was stuck.  Still might be, but today might help.

We got out there.  Had to do some minor deconstruction before trying the dream way.  It worked!  Quite well.  Got the raised nesting area set up.  Next, got latches on the window and front door so they won't bang in the wind.  Then we started on the hatch for egg retrieval.  This was another area of doubt.  I had no real plan, just parts, pieces, an end goal, and tools.

Wonderful!  The cuts went well, the wood removed went back together to become the hatch door.  A few pieces of cut and spare 2 x 4 and plywood made the hinges and latch fit and sit right.  It was work, plus thinking, plus all the woodworking skills both of us have, and nearly every power tool, plus other tools, but it really came together.  I even had purchased t-handles, and they are installed.  The only thing more would be rope for limits to travel for the hatch, and 2 x 4 pieces between the outside and inside walls, and maybe insulation.

Well... for that part.  Still need to craft another two windows, make a wire and mesh front double (high and low) door, do final cleanup, the figure out nesting and floor materials.  Not bad.  I called the man I am buying the girls and gents from.  All good, they need more time to sex them anyway, at least another week.  Cool.  I was beginning to feel guilty about being back but not calling, so that was served.

Darn it though, I may have to buy a belt sander to finish the nest platform.  And you Know how much I hate buying new tools!  Ha!  Oh, yes.  I best start looking.  Oh, and a small bit of feed, to carry me over to my own mix, plus some anti-skid material... even what is used for bathtubs would work... for the ramp.  Nice.  Not just doable, mostly done.

The Boss thinks he might be back tomorrow.  I hope to be out tomorrow, either way.  But... that has been the case since I got home, innit.  Blah.  Awesome!  I don't care, not a bad day.  Later.

Steak and winter.

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Well, not really winter.  The feel, and look, are there.  It is 45 at midnight.  If it doesn't drop too much more it isn't unseasonal.  But 65 during the day is.  I expect rain, from here on to snow too.  But there is something different about the last storm.  Too dark, bitter.  While winter hasn't truly arrived, it's shadow has.

No matter, I was hungry.  I got the grill going, put on a can of corn, then added an inch thick steak.  I went rare, and it was tops.  I have to remember to call for another group of steaks at the butcher.  Two meals a day, a larger and smaller cut of fatter meat, and three sides as I see fit to distribute.  It works.

The dishes were reset.  The goal tonight is to kick those out, do two hours in the kitchen, hit the bathroom, and start on laundry.  Then, tomorrow, get on the duck hutch.  I'd like a day or two on that on my own, if... I'm running out of days!  I'll save painting and limb removal until later in the week.

I wanted salsa, the habanera salsa my mom made just for me, with the last pork meal, but prefer it chilled.  So...  I put a jar in.  I'll have that with leftover pork as my second meal.  Oh, I did try it.  She did very well.  I'll have to talk her into doing that every other year, perhaps teaching me to do it the next time she is out.

I also need to reset medicine.  It takes concentration.  I think I can.  A few hours to let the midnight lunch settle, if I'll reset dishes, medicine, and set laundry to go before setting the timer.  Still tired, but wanting to crack back to work.  Later.

Rest and more.

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So needed.  No work.  That I am working at all?  That I have the vehicle mostly unloaded?  Not bad, actually.  I haven't restarted bio stat collection again yet.  Trying to get food back in the right trim.  Multiday fasting isn't on the schedule yet, but daily fasting is good.  Carbs... I have to have come off those for a bit before even trying.  Even then I might fail.  Still, getting there, and much better and faster than my return last year.

I do need to clear cat litter and get trash out.  A shower and shave, plus cleaning the bathroom while at it.  It isn't because it's Sunday that I won't do more, having failed to work yesterday, it is because I am not ready.  Truly tired.  Tomorrow?  A call about swimming, painting, the kitchen cleaning, and sawing down limbs are all in the running.

I don't always get why I like particular songs or singers.  It's a taste thing, if I think there is more to it.  A recent song that... just got to me.  The prophetic is often not understood by others.  If I don't always see clearly, right until I can't see otherwise.  I can almost taste the hunger I am hearing with my eyes.  Innit?