Back in the groove?

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Never can be certain.  I did do a soft wake at what I had thought was 6:34, only to begin my hard wake at 5:55.  Sometimes, even if the eyes can see clearly, the mind can't interpret the input.  The funny thing, as I start this post, it actually is 6:34.  Odd how... what is seen isn't always quite right, or wrong, just not how and when expected.

I fussed up there a bit, making jabs at getting started before remembering jerky.  Jerky is finished.  It is no better, if it does seem drier.  No better, from great, is fine by me.  Now to let it cool before bagging.  A bit of tea to begin the program.  Something, beside beef treebark for breakfast would be good... chia?  Sure.

I will get back upstairs when ready to work.  Doing what is possible until I can't.  That will be heavier effort, lots of boxes, moving a cot, slinging a larger table, setting up a chair, dancing with a big vacuum.  If I can get half, I'll be happy.  Still dark out there.  But, too, I have been pushing my body for a while now.  It has started to randomly fail, with or without cause.

I may trim whiskers before going back up.  It takes a while for chia to steep anyway.  I have pumpkin seeds to go in it.  I bet seeds and nuts would add to oats, too.  But I can't do oats.  They jack my diabetes.  Hmm...

It was 62° last night, upstairs.  It was 70° downstairs, and remains that down here, with the thermostat set at 68°.  Upstairs was up to 65°, which oddly seemed pretty warm.  Strange how that goes.  Oh, as to being burned out?  Maybe that IS a plan.  Keep your eyes as open as possible, kiddies.

Later.

Up late.

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The jerky.  Didn't want to just leave it.  While 160° isn't too hot, it has been running for many hours.  I sampled the thinnest piece I could find.  It was crisp, as perhaps a cracker.  I tried several others.  Pretty darned tasty.  Two packages, a couple pounds each, will shrink to a pound, if I have it right.  Expensive stuff.

The other pieces were good.  But I wanted them to go longer.  However, mostly air seemed reasonable at this point, so I put the temp down to 95°.  Now it's off to bed... after a sliver more.  Okay, yes, this stuff IS expensive.  They aren't ripping us of, mostly.  Mine, at $3.50... back when beef just started to get jacked... a pound, then reducing from four to one pounds, is actually $14 a pound for finished product, so, yes, without packaging, shipping, pay, overhead, or even other ingredients, if at less of a bulk discount, runs nearly a dollar an ounce.  Pricey.

Oh, as to flavor?  Perfect.  If you can handle ghost peppers.  Candy, for me.  It would probably do weird things to any dog which tries it.  Though it seems very mild after days marinating and the heated dehydration, so maybe not.  But you can tell there was some heat added.  I was hoping for more.  Still, wonderful as and for what it is.

Good night.

No, not as planned.

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The dishes were cycled.  They need another wash.  Laundry was set to dry.  Lunch dishes were finally put up.  Oh, and some items from the bathroom dishes were ready, so air drying.  As well, kitchen sheers were used to reduce the size of the jerky, as I switched them around, top to bottom.  They need more time, but how much?  I'm not sure if I should let them go overnight, if I don't think there is a good option.

No work upstairs.  It was 70° in here, downstairs, with everything open and the furnace set to 68°.  It reads 58° outdoors.  Quite strange.  The dehydrater is going at 160°, that must be acting as a heater.  So very strange.  I am about to hit it.  Sleep calls.  I am hoping it is cooler up there.

If I can, first thing, I'll vacuum.  Then go as far into that project as possible.  Oh, but I'll check the jerky immediately, the first thing of all.  Crap.  I hate running those steps.  They really get to me.  Still... perhaps I will be too asleep to notice!  It happens more often than you would imagine or I wouldn't be nearly as far along as I am.

Good night, prayers and blessings your way.

Revision and the plan.

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Laundry sorted and started.  I remember having most laundry caught up.  I didn't account for everything taken back there from upstairs.  I would plug it at five loads, plus two loads to be put away.  Clean towels and sheets... or washed again?  Still, one load put to wash, symthics... work cargos, socks, and a pair of tech underwear.  The rest is in line, most likely for tomorrow.

A couple of small loads of dishes were set up.  Oh, it's getting there.  A few more loads and it will all be done.  I may pack some of them away, so they can't be used... until I can let go.  Perhaps with dishes too.  Though, perhaps, putting up the dishes will just provide replacement stock.  Getting there.

I decided to check outdoors.  It was getting a bit warm.  At 60°, and dry, if with a mild breeze and cloud cover, I decided to open back up.  Fresh cool air is a commodity.  I'll take it if I can.  Someone suggested they heard it may snow here tomorrow?  I did suggest I wasn't done.  Not sure about fire in the snow, should it snow... just don't let it surprise you if so.  As well, I remembered the meat which had been marinating.  A day late, but that marinade should have held it well.  So, I got the dehydrater out, filled, and going.  I may need to chop pieces down sometime along the process.  Still... that is started.

After a break, I will get upstairs.  I am looking forward to it, more each time there is a stall.  I think I can, at least, get a reasonable start on it, yet today.  I'd like a shower and shave too, or at least a trim then shower.  Nearly a shower a day for quite some time.  It is quite nice.  Too busy to work on my feet as often as I would like.  Though once a week is good.

I ordered a few puzzles, and cancelled the last order of sheets.  FedEx has failed to deliver everything sent through them since china virus hit.  At this point I kill any order using them.  I have no interest in waiting a month and a half or more, and still not receiving the items... which I overpaid for in the first place.  Puzzles, marbles, and jacks... Plus monopoly, scrabble, and?  I should get checkers, chess, and make a call?

My... mother... last time we spoke, brought up a name I never thought she would utter again.  Questions about this and that.  Yes, she with whom, among the living, I am always and never alone.  I don't know.  Sounds like a trap.  I wonder if the two are in cahoots... I'm telling you, women work that way.  Still, some traps... can work out, and I need someone to play games with.  Just... just.  Later.

Making three pounds of meat last a week.

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I tried cutting smaller hunks from the main.  That only left me ferociously more hungry.  I thought about slicing it thin, but didn't have reliably open space for easily acting that out, until recently.  I finally remembered the idea, and saw that the opportunity cost was little.  Not only is there regularly open space, but the kitchen sink is also always open, in order to quickly wash the knife and cutting board.

So...  to it.  I eat fresh(er) cooked meat (usually one three to four pound package), or that is the goal, every other day (Though sometimes twice that day).  Then, once or twice a week I have a 70 calorie packaged meat with salad and will be trying in a lettuce rollup.  I tried it a few days ago, but old habits die hard... I took too much.  But it did seem to prove the point.  I ended up, somehow, overeating on a regular portion.

Today, I used half my normal portion, slicing it as bacon, then slicing that lengthwise.  I then heated it just enough, then crowned a lettuce salad with it, using my own vinaigrette.  Quite good, if I still felt I overate.  I'll continue tweaking.  It's not always just what, but also how what is eaten.  That was a smaller salad and three ounces of roast chuck, plus a tablespoon of... if real... balsamic vinegar vinaigrette.  Amazing.

Eating flavor.  Expensive?  It would seem that way.  But when you break down product use across shelflife, then run that through product use through portion?  No.  Not only is little used, it reduces the demand for other inpust.  It halved my craving for beef.  So... eating flavor is a good way to proverbially sugar coating eating hunger... which... is really cheap, and found everywhere.  Cheers!

It seems to be improving out there.  I felt the need to turn the furnace down.  After lunch settles, I will start a few loads of dishes.  I have washed lunch dishes, they are air drying.  As well, I will start a load of laundry.  A little rest, then up and to the upstairs plans.  Not sure I can, but keeping it in the plans just in hope.  Later.

Not a chance.

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At my return from the post, I couldn't stand.  Heat was up.  But against the general dark and cold, it didn't matter.  I sank into my chair until there was nowhere to go.  Finally surrendering to bed.  It was, perhaps, nine?  I just woke at noon.  Still so tired I can barely stand, if not enough to go back to sleep.  I will feed the critters.  Unless something gives, that might be it.

I'll work if I can.  Quite literally.  As is, sitting is as good as I can do.  Sitting at a lean so as to brace an elbow on the chair's arm as support.  I turned the furnace up as I went to bed, more than it had been, to 72°, hoping when I woke, that would... help.  Nope.  Hmm, I may put a few small loads of dishes in.  Then let a load of laundry to go.  Worst cases, I'll end up with dryed, unfolded, laundry and well soaked, for easy washing, dishes.

I still have some hope to coming around.  Odd thing, it isn't really all that cool up there.  It's the depth of the dark, and maybe atmospheric conditions.  If the barometric pressure makes it seem a much higher elevation, possibly lower especially if it happens very fast, that might crush me like a toy.  I'm pretty sure it happened even in Iowa.  It really only debilitates if you are old or sick.  If, as I remember, it does tend to slow even the young and healthy down.  I just never stopped to figure out what that was.

I'd still like to vacuum, move boxes, create zones and put the right items in them, then vacuum the steps and living room today.  But that is a lot of work.  No, absolutely no, promises.  Even if I start, that may take two days, if... I knew that possibility... probability?.. when I proposed the project.  Now, today, more so.  Best feed the natives, getting restless and aggressive, and myself.  Every trick will have to be employed.

Later.

Yesterday was a bust.

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No, not a head figurine sculpture!   Gotta love English though.  Then again, those sorts of art creations are generally of politicians, successful businessman, and other elite... so if by accident or through intent, I... get the connection.  Still, love them or hate them, they have a place, a necessary one, in society.  They, if true to their nature, make the crappy decisions which allow many to live with rules were only few could live without.  Choose, for yourself, if places for other than the civilized are becoming scant, and lack amenities... even civil esprit de corps.  Though, too, the rot of corruption and political bias, at the highest levels, are bittering what little flavor any freeman should have for civilization.  Bleh.

Hmm?  Oh right.  Yesterday, was it?  It was.  The cold, and dark, took me to my knees.  Once there, all efforts to rise were quickly and easily squashed.  I can't be sure when I ended up going to bed... for it was as if I had worked a long hard day.  I think it was between 19:00 and half after.  I looked, but only remember the first two numbers, barely.  The last two numbers shift every time I try to recall, 17, 26, 34, 43, 47... I... can't pull it.

I woke at 3:30ish, as my soft wake.  Then, say, a quarter to five when I could finally lift out.  Mail first, then a shower.  I'll set the alarm for three hours before feeding critters.  I am trying to keep them on a more even feeding schedule.  So strange to go backward in waking time.  Just a situational phenomena?

After I return, I will set up dishes, perhaps start a load of laundry, then begin vacuuming, and moving boxes to vacuum everywhere, and to create those zones.  Then hitting steps and down here.  Hopefully, later, to begin softly in the living room in my personal office/seating area, then maybe on to the couches.

A day off may not have been preferred, but it wasn't bad.  I needed a rest.  Just... rest.  I did put some dishes away, completed a tiny load of them, went through a few more boxes in the kitchen side room, plus did some minor work upstairs.  But, mostly, I rested.  No complaints.  And I am quickly back to it.  It might be another slower day, depending on the weather.  But, if I can keep to what is planned, it will work well enough.  Though I think more work upstairs and a second load of dishes may well happen?  Or... not.  Later.

Oops!

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Good plans.  Bad configuration.

I was toodling along.  Breakfast was eaten.  A few things done.  Then I crashed.  Not... quite a sleep crash, more an unnoticed slowing.  A few hours went by before I could focus, realizing something was wrong.  Figuring out what the problem was was easy.  Cold!  It had dropped to below 64° in here.  It was 58° outdoors.  I had windows open and there was wind.

Shutting everything down and turning up the furnace still took a bit.  Now it is storming, and raining, out there.  Probably shockingly cold out there.  No worries.  It did take a bit, but I am recovering.  I drained and got the lettuce up, the veggies are in a colander for later processing.  Then I made a reasonable vinaigrette, which I had with the last of the lettuce, cucumber, and tomato from last week.  Some browning, just on the tips.  An easy fix if I doubt it mattered... so light, rare... still.

Now to do that small load of dishes, trim, shower, then shave.  Perhaps vacuum, as to the plan.  Oh, best check upstairs.  The two windows are open... dry, up there.  Not even a drop got in.  Still, I have to warm up first.  ...  Pebble hail now.  Quite a weather run, from 80° to 58° (if probably colder), from 73° to dropping to 60° indoors, and from sunny to raining and hailing.

I had forgotten the laundry.  Got it.  Had to turn the furnace up a bit more.  I'll get the showering and vacuuming out of the way, plus some work upstairs... besides vacuuming, which requires moving a couple of piles of boxes, I would like to set up a few zones.  An area for the cot and for the double card table.  Then get those items set up in their areas.  As well, a bit more organizing plus measuring for a closet bar.  I keep having to organize, but I keep taking stuff up.  Pay attention.

:p

Yea.  A weaker day, but a good one.  Hmm, if the rain lets up, or not, I should check the post office.  Yea.  Later.

Up!

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Pretty early for being late.  "Hmm?", you ask?  Well...  Let me explain.  No, no time for that.  Let me sum up, Buttercup.  Instead of waking with the sun at a bit after five, it was half to quarter, or a shy closer still, to seven!  I, at first, wondered what I had done wrong... pushed too hard yesterday, stayed up too late?  No, I keep the curtains pulled, so there wasn't that.  As it turns, it was simply heavily overcast.  I seem the definitive leo.

Still, I was up and out by a bit after eight.  The sun was out about then too.  So I got to work on the socks.  Okay, not nearly what it seemed.  Pairing, then putting into cotton and dress sock section, or wool, liner, compression sock pile.  I'll... bet good money I have as many more still out there, lurking in the shadows, as what I have compiled.  Each of those piles filled a medium small box, say what would hold twelve larger olive oil tins.  If, remember, I wear 13-14, so one of my heavy woolies might be your rolled up sweater.

There were other clothes, swim wear and gear... which reminds me... anyway...  I sorted. Some came down, to be washed.  The sun quit as I finished.  I checked the temp outside, 58° a bit to half after nine.  So I opened everything back up, cleaning litter on the way.  I also set the timer for an hour, to feed critters.  Then grabbed a perrier, my beer replacement, and began blogging.  It's... definitely not beer, but it also doesn't jack diabetes.

Today?  Hopefully two sets of two small loads of dishes.  One small load of laundry.  The other ac in.  Perhaps vacuuming parts of upstairs that were recently opened up, then moving things to get the rest of the floor, then hitting everything still open again, doing the steps... partly from up there, partly from downstairs, then vacuuming the open parts of the living room.  And, possibly, digging around my chair and the couches as an initial second wave assault on the last of the living room.

Maybe?  Or... is that for the day or week?  Hmm, actually, I need to get lettuce and else soaking, and have a morning bite.  A small piece of that chuck roast and the last of the old lettuce... which is as crisp as the day I processed it.  Oh, a trim (beard), shower, and shave (also beard, just closer) as a middling, timewise, thing?  Yea.  The cool is keeping ME crisp!  As I like it.  Later.

Nearly finished.

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For the day.  Probably.  Mostly.

All dishes that have a place were put away.  Then all dishes soaking, fit to finish, were done.  A few thermos's were forgotten, with fatted coffee.  Gnarly, but getting there.  A bit of organizing upstairs.  A small basket of clothing was found, everything was folded and put away, save towels which... I forgot those up there!  Next time.

Then I started through socks.  But I... thought I saw more in my room.  Yep.  I grabbed a box and headed back up.  But... wait... weren't there more, a lot more?  Yes, yes indeed.  Four socks for every of Imelda Marcos' pairs of shoes?  By volume and number!  I wore myself hauling two more boxes and two huge totes!

I must have... stored then forgot?  Wow.  Anyway, I was so overwhelmed that I just organized those for a run tomorrow, tonight, or the rest of the week!  Gobsmacked, he says, he being I.  And he and I would know.  I ran away, while also sneaking, like my good friend Sir (or otherwise) Robin... or was that Bwian?  No, no, Brian.  ..smack..  Oww!

Oh, right.  If no company, or just the familial sort, shorts.  Pj's perhaps, in the morning. Pants for polite company.  I'm almost growed up!  Having clothes where I can easily see, sort, find, and reach helps a ton.  Oh, the sheet just fits the cage shelving perfectly.  If I want more, I need to craft another unit.  Easy enough to construct.  I just want to see if I... SOCKS!  All my glorious socks will have their own home!   :p

Later.

Bad headache.

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Still with plans.  I've done a bit more.  Will do even more.  Upstairs shortly.  After hitting dishes again.  Perhaps the ac install, but definitely more organizing.  I may have to begin packing things away.  I don't want the upstairs to become a storage space, mostly.  It is just to be a bedroom.

It is 71° inside, 74° outside last time I checked.  Partly cloudy, just enough for reasonable cooling.  I'd still like to get the other ac in.

After dishes, I will set coffee brewing.  I'll just dump that first batch... rough water, brewed too long, and maybe the coffee isn't my style.  I'll give it another shot.  If all else fails, I'll see if the local coffee roaster is open in some way, buy four pounds... freezing most of it.  Half a pound, or so, should do... perhaps three quarters... to taste.

Later.

Tiny bits and pieces.

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A bit of fussing, just rearranging, with portions being tossed.  Dishes were put away, mostly.  I am choking finding places to put some things.  It is almost 70° out there, so I shut the windows.  I requested the weedwhip back the other day.  I checked on it, got it special delivery.  Oh, and the water main cap has been replaced!

I am having difficulty going.  I had breakfast, a bit of beef and green beans, with a glass of milk.  I also have started cleaning tea jugs and refilling them with fresh tea.  They look and taste a hundred percent better, at least.  Truly.  I do believe I will redo the coffee, tasting it from time to time, until it is right.

Cats and ducks, food, water, hay or litter.  Happy critters.  I am keeping a bowl for fresh water clean and ready for when Sam wants out.  The elder queen gets as she wishes.  I even go out and enjoy her company from time to time.  She really appreciates that.  I'll even walk around the house a few times with her.  Sam and Trouble on patrol!

A shower, then upstairs for some sit down work.  Uh-oh, that means finishing dishes.  I best make it snappy.  Perhaps one slightly heavier effort, getting the ac installed in one of the east windows.  So tired.  So very tired.  Perhaps a nap later.  Ugh, but to get these things done first.

Too hot.

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It was 73° upstairs and down when I went to bed.  I stayed awake to two, without realizing I was drifting into insomnia from the warmth.  The next warmest day I have seen, in the cave, was 70°, several times, but just for short bits.  It looks like with clouds gone, the heat is back.  To stay?  Probably.  If I am not done.

Still, up softly at five, out by an half after seven.  I woke, enough, this morning, immediately, to look at what was truly waking me.  It definitely is the sun just before it crests the mountains.  I can almost feel it.  With plain eyes, it probably looks... simple.  With my eyes, it is... terrible, and beautiful.  Not THE, but a creative destroyer.

I got right to work.  Not heavy, hard, or fast.  But to it with goals, within larger plans, as a part of grander schemes.  Yes, folding and putting up underwear and pajama bottoms... leads to more.  *le sighe*  More than that.  This and that.  I thought to put in the eastern ac, but the sun was fierce.  Later, or tonight.  I put the western one in instead.  A few more items up, arranged, then down to sit.

But first, a window trim review.  I closed the bathroom window.  It faces east.  That side is baking.  The others windows will remain open for another hour, as it is cool enough aside from the eastern side.  Cool enough the front door was opened.  An attempt to freshen the air, and grab some of the cool before it hits eighty or higher.

Tea is going.  Not sure I can handle hot drinks anymore.  I need ice soon... make the fatted drink while warm, but not hot, then add the ice after well blended.  Too hot and the cream curdles.  Too cool and it doesn't mix.  If I must bother, than I'll bother correctly.

A rest.  The timer was set for an hour, to feed and otherwise tend critters.  I ended giving the dishes a shot last night.  I'll put the last loads of dishes up before long.  Then do that load, and then take a shower.  I don't plan a daunting day of labor.  I'd like to sort through my general area.  Then, hit the boxes on the couches.  Perhaps do more sorting and clearing in the bedroom.  As well as another load or two of dishes.

I won't do laundry today, but I would like to set up some loads, for a quick start tomorrow.  Hmm, might want to do some straightening upstairs around bedtime.  Letting the ac run to cool the place off as needed.  To be ready to fold clothes and else tomorrow.

It sounds like a lot of work, but it really isn't, fifteen minutes here, thirty there, never on my feet for more than fifteen, or I get into trouble.  From two to four hours of work, four to five days a week.  And I hurt all the time.  And I am becoming afraid.  Everything done seems a drop in the bucket.  Everything exposed exposes even more and different types of work.  Impelled to make way, though.  So I set my fears aside and work... well beyond my means.

That's it.

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A few dishes set up after the last post.  That was and will be all.  I tried gaming, to wake, push through.  Nothing doing.  Ducks were fed and watered.  Sam wanted out, to be out, for the first time in years, really.  I have been cycling clear water through the coffee pot.  One more time, or it might be ready.

Traveling shoes, I think.  Not immediately, regardless of anything else.  Soon.  Where?  I'm not sure.  Trouble is coming.  Some of it is, was always, here already.  The rest?  Just a sense.  Not what else I see arriving.  Even if the other ends in what some might see ass badly, even that would be a... good thing.  Goes to source.

Duck, or... keep an eye open... two if possible.  If you see it, don't just watch.

Later.

All but a nap.

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Up to the nap, that is.  It all took longer, I needed rest between projects, and I set two small loads of dishes, plus washed from the small meals and cleaned the coffee pot.  I thought there was more to do with packing and boxes.  Less than ten?  Or so.  What can be recycled and empties are stacked, with three smaller boxes of plastic packaging burst bubbles and other trash packing materials.  And all where I wanted it.

Resting after the shower.  Yes, I needed that.  A long rest.  It is up to the low 70°'s inside, it was 80° out there.  Ugh.  It's about that time.  I'd best get ac in, and close windows first thing.  Airing the place, day and night, has been nice, but is done.  Still, at night, I should be able to keep it open... for a while.

With ac only upstairs, the downstairs, I am hoping, will stay slightly cooler.  I found that closing off the upstairs was required to have any effect.  Hot air rises, cold air drops.  Opening up means nothing but a useless transfer happens.  I am hoping to replace the "smart" ac.  It might not be good for my needs, but perhaps for someone with nothing, it might work.  While I will never buy a smart one again, I'd like to find one with a timer.

I'll do a bit more work and organizing upstairs, perhaps just as I go to bed.  A few hours, easy work, just enough to ease into sleep.  It really is moving along.  My mom would have done my four weeks of work in days, a week at most.  I do what I can.  And it is, slowly, looking much better.

As I empty my main bedroom, I can begin using that as a general collection and sorting area.  If I can get that room cleared and cleaned in the process, the bathroom... perhaps I can get help in there.  Some of it I will try solo.  I may turn it into the winter room.  As the house, and that bedroom, gets cleared, I can move sorting hq next door, and begin turning the main bedroom back into a proper bedroom again.

Yea, it's getting to where looking a bit further ahead holds promise.  Later.

So rarely as planned.

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Not complaining, noting.  Dishes first.  Those in the kitchen sink.  Done, if air drying.  Looking good.  The r.o. seems to be working better.  I forget that it takes a while, after changing filters to wet the activated charcoal and clear the lines, and get back to heavier faster flow.  As well, there has always been a limit as to volume output.  Mine advertised a gallon, but that was always bogus.  A half gallon at a time is pretty much it.  I have considered adding a second, or larger tank, but space limits make that questionable.

Anyway.  I'm cleaning the coffee pot, running a vinegar and water mix through a few times, then a few rinses.  Between the r.o. having quit, plus what tea does, then charcoal settlings, it's gotten a bit rough.  With the r.o. at normal, it was time to clear that next step.  The coffee isn't great.  Perhaps I brewed it too long, maybe the coffee really isn't very good, and or it has charcoal bits.  I will try it a few more times.  If it doesn't work for me, I'll try it all over again.  May have to refigure coffee solutions.

Next, I cleared space in the front room, by the window, for empties, then got them out there.  As well, I started a few tiny chicken thighs.  I then took a break.  The chicken was finished as I finished and was resting.  Fantastic chicken.  I put the chuck roast in as the chicken was cooling.  The roast will be meat for the rest of the week.  I might have just a bite when it is finished.

As well, I found packages of jerky meat, precut round... something something.  I created a slurry, then tumbled and am letting it marinade for several days.  It is very old, may not work.  Smelled and looked good though.  I have to Wednesday morning to get my dehydrater out, dusted, washed, and ready.  This one is a soy, worcestershire sauce, with ghost pepper, garlic powder, ginger powder, and onion granules.  For simple consumption.  If it works, and I find more such meat, I'd like to make jerky to be used in pemmican.

Soon, a shower.  Trim first, if I think it is needed.  A shave either today or tomorrow.  Oh, but actually I think, with all that room up front, I will go through the boxes of packing materials, and get the remnants out there or in the trash.  I... really want more room in the living room, to just have more space!  I have felt so claustrophobic, so buried in... stuff... for so long, without being able to do anything.  I want more open space.

Then the shower?  Yes.  Then a bit of air drying.  When the hair is dry, a nap.  Hopefully to organize the upstairs when I wake.  Quite a thing.  I'll keep at it.  If probably not much else today, if that might be a bit of work upstairs.  I don't know how I am doing this.  Oh, can't wait for the beef!  Though, I am extremely full from the three half, or tiny, thighs.  Not sure I can eat.  Bleh.  Later.

As is becoming the usual.

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Waking, softly, at shortly after five, if not fully waking and rising until an hour or three later.  It was a bit after 8:00 this morning, if I went to bed a bit after 23:00, and have been working a bit harder, and far more continuously, than even normally possible.  I think... it is the sun rising, and perhaps the morning wind, or something as such flowing down from the mountains.

I sleep right beside an east-facing window now.  It sort of reminds me of submarine berths... sleeping pods.  We had curtains, as doors.  I am almost certain I dreamed of opening those to look upon mountains.  I finally get to live that dream.  But, too, the sun begins waking me, more gently.  The sun hasn't crested the mountains yet, but that corona is almost... magical.

No hanging of shirts this morning.  There are some left, but no room in the closet.  They don't fit, fully... too long.  But some are in.  I will do more tinkering up there, later. I keep taking clothing and bedding upstairs.  I have enough for a while.  I also want to get a measuring tape up, to find the lenght in order to add a bar to the real closet.

A shower, first thing, if the first thing won't be fast.  Then, in no particular order, the dishes set up last night... mostly jars... given a first washing, a new load put in the tub... after a shower, the rubbish bin brought back (after it has been emptied), opening a space to put the empties in the front room then moving them there, working on the boxes with packing materials then moving those to the front room, plus a more full accounting and clearing of the fridge, and, finally, a bit of measuring, figuring, organizing upstairs, plus installing one of the ac's today.

Ugh.  For today or the week?  They are all light jobs, but time isn't two-dimensional.  We will see.  I need to get a list, for hardware and grocery shopping.  Sometime this week I need to sneak out.  I found face masks, plus a throat gater for over those which usually ends stupid questions before they percolate past lips.  I have meat thawing.  As soon as it is thawed, I'll get that going.

Not too bad.  It's killing me, but... so what.  I'd rather die living, or trying to live, than just setting.  This is the first opportunity in a long time, if... it isn't mundanely natural, or sustained by my will, flesh, spirit, alone.  This is a gift, if one that might kill me.  All good, and yet... I am hoping it isn't the end.  Not quite yet.  I'd... like to enjoy the fruits of my labor, a clean organized... ship of fools.  If just for a while?  His will, as I was taught, not mine.  Later.

Quite a lot for not much.

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Memory must be shot.

I didn't think much was done. I don't remember work, save in an odd, offhanded, way, as if watching from a rear view mirror, and not all of it.  All the dishes, then some, were done to the air drying point.  All the jars of eggs, very old kefir, and pickles, plus dishes, have been pulled out of the fridge or off the shelves, drained, and set to soak... in the kitchen sink.  I want a quick shower tomorrow.  Won't set dishes going in there until after a shower.

A shower was just taken.  No trim or shave, but hopefully a trim before bedtime.  Garbage has been collected, and will be going out shortly.  Ducks will be fed and watered as well.  Bins won't be bagged until tomorrow, too tired to wrestle, and there are still several bags in the yet bagged ones.

I do plan to organize the closet, and see if shirts will hang well.  If so, I'll put a bunch up, finish any leftovers in the morning.  Aspirin would be fantastic right about now.  Oh well.  I'll put it on my list for the next time I go to town.  Not a bad day.  I still overworked, but not as terribly as yesterday.

No boxes were wrangled, if I think the fridge, jars and bottles, and counters ended up being more work.  It wasn't supposed to be that way.  Well, and I am not quite done.  A very good day, if I overdid it, and still can't quite stop.  Ducks, trash to the curb, organizing the closet, hanging shirts, and testing a flat sheet over the cage shelves.

Good night.

Slow.

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Dishes, in the sink and tub, had to be hit twice.  The area cleaned off for them was clear.  I think the previous dishes were put up last night?  Wow, keeping one step ahead really helps.  The final wash and rinse was finished, if later than hoped.  Tired, sore, achy, moving slow.  I cleaned another counter, and the stove top after use from last night.  Improvements are quite noticeable, striking.

I still want a trim, shower, and shave.  Perhaps a bit of work upstairs... hanging shirts, if they fit the closet.  I finally got everything out of the sink so fresh tea can be brewed.  As well, now I can work with the cold brewed coffee.  That'll be a treat, unless it has been brewing too long.  At least I will have hot tea.

I really want to make room for the empty boxes in the front room, then get them to the front room.  Then work on the boxes with packing.  That should reduce volume, leaving more empty boxes.  Then collect certain items, here and there, that are keepers.  It is all rather simple.  But will take time and legwork.  Maybe, though.

First, a salad.  With chicken, tuna, or salmon?  Or a wrap.  Yes, something.  I am so HUNGRY!  Doesn't matter, I can't seem to eat.  How very peculiar.  I'll eat what I can now.  Hmm, perhaps with green beans, a fatted coffee, and... that would be it.  I couldn't eat more.  Not sure I can finish that.  Later.

The strangest sleep lately.

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Crashing so very hard, fast, if sometimes earlier or later.  I couldn't do more work yesterday, after that last post?  I couldn't even game.  I simply went into fog, an insomniac state.  I... looked, online.  I didn't see anything, I remember nothing.  I had ideas.  There were things I wanted to learn or understand.  I remember neither what roused my curiosity, what I found out, or even if I ever made it to beginning a search.

Tired.  Exhausted.  Beyond the meaning of those words.  But I couldn't sleep.  I kept looking, lost in the fog, trying to figure out what I wanted to figure out, but never either obtaining or remembering what I learned.  Lost.  It was right at 23:00 as I went to bed.  Why did I remember that?  Surprise.  It, radically surprised me.

This morning I started, again, waking at five.  Two days ago-ish? I couldn't wake until eight, yesterday it was more like seven before I could roll out.  For the last week, five has been when I begin to wake.  All week?  This morning it was a bit after six when I actually got out of bed.  With or without cats, it's... something is different.  I don't understand.  Happy for it, even being wet, cool, dark, perhaps dreary.  Some hope in there.

I began folding and sorting first thing.  I... was amazed to more fully wake with the last item easily available for folding in my hands.  I sought what else was available.  Not much, but done.  Then a minor reorganization was crafted.  Amazing how fast things can go.  So?  More.

The closet was reviewed.  It seemed... reasonable.  A few pieces were put on backward, or incorrectly.  One piece broke.  I... did this and that.  Despite all, it is together.  The broken piece could be a problem.  While I will use duct tape, I found a number to call.  I will see about a few extra parts.  Still?  Impressive.

It's 8:21, after an half hour down here looking online and writing.  It was all sitting work, and I wasn't truly awake for all of it.  Nice.  I think part of my problem yesterday was planning too much.  I do have plans today, but fewer.  I just won't, can't successfully, carry out, or even plan, very much work.  I need a break.

I have one trash bag out.  I would like two more smaller ones.  I will have to dig for it... in the fridge, cat litter, jars of stuff to empty... anywhere I can find it... trash.  A shower and shave as well.  Other than feeding, watering, etc, the critters and myself, today is a rest day.  I only do trash because tomorrow, potentially early, it is picked up.  Oh, and making sure each inside barrel or bin has three bags in it.  In case liquids spill through, but generally to give me time in case I fall.  At least I can take recent refuse out, probably for a month or two before having to rebag.  I may check a flat sheet, as a dustcover for the shelving... the closet came with it's own.  From that I can decide if more columns and/or rows can be added.

On a side note, the closet is mostly shelving.  There is a hanging section, if I have doubts whether it is long enough for my shirts, and there is no adjustability.  I will check out the actual closet, take a tapemeasure with.  A pipe, two threaded actually, with a splitter fitting, or a round and rectangular cut to drop a whole length of pipe in... whichever works best with what is there.

Finally, a real room that works with my size, climatic needs and wants, and with some small charm and handsome fixtures and fittings.  A few more big jobs and it will be right.  If those are yet a month or two off, one requiring a dumpster.  It is moving along nicely.

The neighbor said there... it's more comfortable to visit.  Dishes and trash, especially a few specific forgotten ones... and clumping cat litter.  And it being nice enough to air out.  If doing dishes, washing laundry, and cooking help in their own ways.  A few more dishes today, and a bit more airing.  Sprinkling, but that is a pleasant scent.  Later.