A bit before 17:00 anyway.

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Waking was difficult.  At least getting to sleep wasn't.  I feared going up, laying down, to all of a sudden realize I shouldn't have laid now.  Then, not being able to get up, be stuck there with internal bleeding or some such.  I really hit hard.  Sleep was easy, as it turned out.  The aspirin took care of all the mild pains remaining, throughout the sleep.

I am waking feeling it.  Little and bigger pains everywhere.  Just getting out of bed without invoking a charlie horse in my leg was a trick but I did manage it.  Then again, I was staying vigilant when rising, for any sharp or wrong pain.  Oddly, the mechanical process of getting out of bed was the easiest it has been in weeks.  I don't always get that.

A shower, first thing.  I have the last of the dishes on hold, which means in the tub.  I had to drain and scrub those a bit first.  Oh, it's... been a while.  I haven't been functioning well in any case, the tree just was one more thing... if the biggest.  Pretty beat today, and sore, and as I said I hurt.  Places I didn't realize were even touched, yesterday, hurt today.  Some don't even show as damaged.  Weird, but... I'll happily suffer that considering the options.

Oh, yea, I didn't use the peppermint soap!  I have so many little nicks, cuts, scrapes, burns, and combinations that it would have been a near-death by a thousand cuts... revisited!  I put lotion on thick, after.  It might help wounds heal?  It adds and keeps moisture in the skin, anyway.  What a kick!  I'm telling you, I feel better.  If I might not be able to stand for long, maybe not even stay awake for long.  We will see.

I let the ducks out, before I went to bed.  So, all good.  They have plenty of, if dirty, water.  I couldn't fight my way through to the water source, even to turn it on.  That'll be a priority.  Still, muddy water, ducks?  Like they even notice.  Strange critters, but it is what they are.  Later.

She visits when I hurt.

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Sometimes at other times.  But if I hurt myself, or should have, she almost always appears.  As with ravens.  I don't think I saw a raven this time, must not have gotten close enough?  But her?  Yes.  She is here.  I don't know if she is here to offer comfort, to remind me what real pain is, to show me a way out... a way I can't find, or... for some other reason.

Finally getting to bed.

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I just couldn't sleep.  It was a good night.  No, I didn't game, or for long.  A few hours, I have put limits on that.  If, too, I have limits.  Just... getting old.  I mostly browsed the web, a very small circle of places.  I... just got lost doing nothing, really.  I couldn't find my way out or down.  I couldn't have slept anyway.

The hand is doing better.  Not bad, as I had my full 280ish pounds being held, as it turned out, by the pinky and next finger over.  That had to stretch things out in there.  It still hurts, in odd ways, from time to time, or if that area even accidentally brushes up against something.  I would wrap it if I thought I could?  But, might not be the best play either, so... I'll just let it go.

Everything else is a bit sore, but not terribly painful.  A second load of aspirin, just to help with sleep, and to perhaps help me stay asleep.  Just in case.  The odd thing?  I think some of the rips in my skin have already partly healed.  Impossible, right?  I know.  But I saw the tears.  I looked over the area carefully.  Those bolts up there are sharp, they bit as I went down.  About a quarter, maybe an half, of those, are healed somehow.  Crazy, but honest, true.  No, God doesn't do that.  I mean, He could.  He just... doesn't.  And I don't think Satan can.  Not that one's area.  At all.

Oh, not sure why she keeps showing up, but... she does.  And this one I wished to share.  If it's not your thing, so be it.  But this is not only one of my favored people, women, it is also a favored topic.  As suggested, through my poverty.  This is an area I, at the least, must stretch to... even see, let alone do.  Now, mind you, humility is more a... tool.  For some it may be an end.  I don't mean it's a thing to fake, but living fully humbly is to become a door mat.  No, absolutely no, offense intended.  But, it isn't an absolute end for all, nor should it be.  However, there are aspects of it which can be accepted at all times, if ones dare.  Yielding, to islam, for example, as a Catholic, is not acceptable, as an example.  But there... is much to choose from, and to know.  And, within reason, to accept.  So, I share.

Anyway, on to bed.  Good... night... and day.

To bed?

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Bedtime has been being around 08:00 to... early afternoon?  Waking around 17:00 or later?  Today changed that, of course.  Not by much, a 15:00 wake, or so.  I think I will go to bed before 01:00, or close.  All good, I... prefer days.  Mostly.

I didn't mention, but the first mistake I made, was when climbing to the upper area.  I slipped.  First, falling full weight onto my torso... lower rib area.  I was sure something broke.  Then I slid, catching the ladder.  My right leg went in, caught a rung, and we went down to the lower roof, where I fell again, but this time full weight on the ladder, with my ankle in one of the rungs.

I... wasn't sure.  Things hurt, for a bit.  But... I got better.  Until the thing with the rope.  My hand hurts in very strange ways.  And I did lose some skin to rope burn.  But, helping out seems to have helped that out.  It kept the bruises from swelling, broke up clots perhaps.  But that is what still hurts.

As to the first?  I really should be in real pain.  I should have broken ribs, the way I hit, how hard and level and singularly I hit.  My leg, too, I... that's... not quite right.  It should have broken, or sprained.  I... don't think so.  I don't think... anything is wrong with those areas.  Hand?  Maybe, maybe really bad.  But the rest, I think, is somehow okay.  I'm telling you...

Anyway, good night.  I'll play a bit of a game, then crash.  Hopefully gently.  I did take aspirin, after waiting to see if any pain would let me know something was really wrong... just an half hour ago.  It's helping, but needs just a bit more time.  Good night?

Down, and power and cable are still up.

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I... was able to get up, and try some more.  While we were up and cutting, someone down below suggested it was a good thing we weren't afraid of heights.  I had to chuckle, while I suggested I actually am frightened of heights.  Yea.  I have worked on it.  Just when I think I have it licked, I find I don't... driving over a bridge, where you don't realize you are driving over a canyon until you are on it?  or getting in an elevator, all happy and shiny, to realize the floor is glass... see-through?  Right.  Or... being on a lift, forgetting where you are, and suddenly looking... down...  DOWN.  Yea.

Still, most done.  Power and cable still on.  The major final threat to the cave is gone, if too so is about half the natural air conditioning.  And, I was able to help.  Actually a decent bit.  Yes.  Later.

It is coming down.

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The branch.  It's about forty to fifty feet, or was.  It is being pared down, bit by bit.  Some of the branches off the thing are as big as standard twenty foot full trees.  A heck of a thing.  Impossible, it would have been, for me to do.  I have a migraine, have for days now.  Not sure what all is wrong.  Just getting up there was... a mistake.

I did get to the peak.  Not a problem.  Getting down was... another thing.  I wrapped my hand in the rope, and tried to get down.  I lost my feet, and was hanging by that rope.  If not for the glove, I wouldn't have skin on my left hand.  As is, it was badly burned, at least sprained.  There may be broken bits in there.  As well, the bolts holding the roof on scratched me.  It looks like I was playing with a mountain lion, and she got a bit peeved.  Mostly holy and bruised, not a full tear all along, but twelve to sixteen inch shreds.  Meh, I can still type, at the moment.  Swelling may change that.  Pain?  Comfortably numb, oddly?  Actually?  For the moment.

A bit of nausea.  I am guessing there is a bit of shock happening.  No worries, I've definitely had worse.  I am more worried about the others.  These guys have to work for a living.  They can't get hurt and just be okay with it.  Always pray, when dealing with such things.  I would try to help more, but climbing the ladder just to the better part of the roof causes me to nearly pass out.  So... best not.  I tried to get past it a couple of times.  Not yet.

It should be done tonight.  Power is on, for the moment.  Don't know if it will be.  Hmm, right, and I don't have a phone.  Bleh.  When it happens, it all happens?  Maybe.  Oh, I wonder about those little phone kits, cheapies you pick up at Walmart or else?  Late, this time, but a consideration next time... a temp phone that I only pay when I use?  Might be able to get that anyway.

It sounds like the machine is here.  I best get on out, to be there.  Later.

Sage advice.

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You... don't need to be Catholic to hearken to this.  If you believe in Christ, give this a shot.  I am hoping to start with this.  It isn't that I don't wish to pray, or more.  It is that I am not... able to do more, often.  But this?  I can do this.  I do pray, often, when I can.  Sometimes just a fleeting thought I wish to share with some aspect of God.  Sometimes a concern arises, or becomes known.  But, sometimes, I can't remember my name, almost, so doing more isn't possible.

Actually, this isn't for Christ, He knows.  I am as close to God as I can be.  It is for me.  Just a reminder of what this is all about.  Where I wish to go.  Who I wish to know, emulate, worship, and follow.  A little reminder.  It isn't, for my part, even a prayer.  It is merely acknowledging that God lives, and that I not only know Him, that I wish to know Him better.

Such a simple thing.  Give it a shot, I think... you might be amazed.  Good day, night actually.

To sleep very late.

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Awake very late.  Was it fourteen hundred?  Seventeen hundred?  That latter, and large change, I would guess.  I think I just woke, but can't be sure.  So tired, still.  The ducks were let out.  No ducklings left.  I had nothing that would work.  I could have put the ducklings in a bin, but I had no way to heat it, nor one tall enough to allow the mother hen in.  So... yea.

It isn't as if I didn't try.  I realized this might be coming, and order pieces and parts.  The problem is, the fencing didn't arrive.  Everything is on backorder.  My notion of the bins also didn't work.  They simply aren't large enough.  Next time, there will be something arranged.  If I could, I'd like to have two or three pens for broody hens.  I get closer, but... it's... always problematic.  Especially with it taking months for items to show...  I have had some things canceled.

I will thaw meat tonight.  I will be checking on things with the branch tomorrow.  I'm not sure how things will work, it will be a chore.  Still, there is that and it must be figured out.  Hmm, I wonder what to eat today?  I'll figure something out.  Oh, best get the girls fed.  I wondered why they were being so... close.  Yea, I'll feed them now, actually.  They can get rather feisty if not fed well.  I have been doing well, even while my day is flipping.  But, yea, best feed them right now.  Later.

Flirting.

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Almost certainly.  But... who?  The Devil you say?  I might say, but only in the vernacular.  I know better.  It isn't her though, or... who she really is.  Or... just her.  Entertaining anyway.

Troubles.

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I wondered why the broody hen was staying so close to the chicks.  I feared I knew why.  The other ducks are dangerous.  They have killed all but one of several.  I got her back in, alone.  There are a few more eggs.  One chick remains alive.  Ugh.  I'll have to build them something, or just take them and put them in a small heated system?  I don't know.

I really don't know how to get it to work.  There is reduced food, and a small bowl of water in, for them.  As if that will matter without something else.  I'll... think on things.

As well, the branch over my house has given way.  It is a threat to electrical, and structure.  Not sure what I can do about it.  I have contacted someone, who might... have ideas.  It's a bit spooky.  Nothing I could do alone.  I am just hoping it is wedged well enough to keep it from... doing other things.  It was the branch I had discussed removing, and had spoken with another about already.  He just hadn't gotten to anything yet.  Time... it... is a strange thing.

Girls and ducks have been fed.  I am hoping to finish dishes.  Perhaps eat something first.  I need to thaw some meat, burgers, brots, a rib plaquet... placket?  Placket.  Plackette?  :p  It isn't hot or cold.  I'm not sure about the temp out there, but it felt like the 60s or 70s.  It was 66 upstairs, with the windows open, similar downstairs if just by feel.

Oh, I see Ginsburg has finally been declared dead.  Probably happened a long time ago.  I am hoping president Trump replaces immediately.  I'm not sure he, or the senate, have what it takes.  But I can wish.  And, not that Amy critter.  She has the same tar-baby problem Roberts has, and her weak pseudo pro-abortion stances aren't enough.  Plus, if all the "right" media is pushing for her?  You know she is no good.  Same with Ted Cruz, who isn't even an American, twice removed.  Cotton might be okay?  I don't know enough about him, in practice. 

The "right" media is just another organ of the left media.  From being pro multiculturalism (notice how they all have pet negros and etc), to pro-illegal immigration (but they work so hard! and the BBBureau says they need them!), to actually being pro-abortion when it comes down to it.  Most pro-aborts are actually racists.  They want just enough browns and blacks to do slave labor for little pay without producing too many children.  They add color to elite establishments, if you can find a few well spoken, polite, ones.  They manage their slave labor, right or left, and that is just one means of it.

A trim yesterday.  A shower and shave today.  And back to keto.  I've gone so far off that track.  I'll... do what I can.  Later.

So very difficult.

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Just waking was nearly impossible, again.  The extra blankets are wonderful.  It just... they don't matter.  Sleep is deeper, better, though.  But that doesn't seem to be the problem.  I'll keep working on it.  I'll quit when I'm dead... in theory.  If in purgatory again, not yet through, in truth.  Aiming just a wee higher, now that I know, though... as well as I am able.  Being mostly dead truly makes getting to church more regularly, and doing other things in a timely matter, more... difficult.  I can't even wake up well, every day.  Certainly not in a timely fashion.  The Lord does know.

Ducks are out, but they really didn't want to go out.  Odd.  It's a bit cloudy, or was that just smoke from California, or a mix?  I wasn't awake enough to really quite sort things out.  The girls were then fed.  I have a few other things to do today.  Hopefully finishing the dishes, cleaning some counters, and... I don't know.  So very tired, sore, weak, ill, odd.  Those things aren't a problem... unless they are.  I try to ignore and work beyond them, when possible.

So tired, but why?

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I've been going since a bit before nine.  I was waken quickly.  So tired then, and to now.  Ah!  I hadn't gone to bed until four!  That'll do it.  At least that makes sense.  I was beginning to worry that something was really wrong.  So tired it hurts.  But, yes, that will often do that.  Thankfully I don't have to work through a whole day.  I wouldn't be able to, let alone stay awake.

A tough wake.

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It took from a bit after eight until a bit after noon... perhaps thirteen hundred, to wake.  Oh, I tried.  The girls helped, without clawing or biting.  They can be very helpful, if they will be patient.

Ducks were tended first, then the girls.  Sam seems to have regained her composure, so I won't force her outdoors... or yet.  But it is a nice day.  I think she would enjoy it.  Coffee has been made, and is cooling just a bit.  I don't do hot off the press coffee.  I like it cool enough to drink without slurping, or burning my mouth anywhere, yet warm enough to warm my belly on a hot, middling, cool, or especially cold day.

As well, I like setting my tea up for the day.  Filling drinking and storage bottles, all half gallon jugs.  Changing out a jug if it is looking or smelling a bit old, which... I haven't been keeping up on.  With all the dishes nearly done, I can begin going back through them.  I have several clean extras just waiting, so that isn't a problem.  I do drink a lot of tea, even now.  From a gallon to three a day, more as the heat returned just a bit.

It is running to the 70s and 80s outdoors, staying well up to the high 60s and low 70s indoors.  It's about as good as it gets, especially since I need do nothing to obtain that.  I am just enjoying.  Actually, upstairs, it got to 71 with windows open, a fan going, and the downstairs door open.  It was perfect, temperature wise, to wake... at least by the time I was able to wake.  I suspect the temperature is what allowed me to wake.

It is cloudy out there, or seemed it.  It can change fast, but I still get the sense that weather is encroaching.  Not sure we will get rain, or cool, or cold, but it could happen.  It just seems, from sight, as if something could happen.  Weather forecasting has never been good, and with it's intent on AGW, it has surrendered what qualities it once had.  It always pushes an agenda through it's weak lenses, which are currently always in the wrong direction.  It all but has to be wrong, most of the time.  No use watching.  Though, it seems, they can get occasional severe bad weather right.  I suppose they have no choice there, some form of government requirement?  Which probably means the government isn't interested in putting out real weather news most of the time?  At least at the bureaucratic level, when it intersects with academia, which makes a lot of money on government through the AGW lies, via grants and such.  Makes sense, if it is evil.

Later.

It's been a difficult morning, day really.

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I had been fighting to get up, wake, since before eight.  It wasn't until nearly thirteen hundred when I finally woke.  It looks like someone let the ducks out?  Or did I forget to close them in?  I just don't know.  I just can't remember.  But their pool goes dry about every other or third day.  If it was every day, I would suspect a slow leak.  As is, I suspect a group of larger animals, deer to even musk oxen, might be out at night, and just... this is one of their paths through town.

Sam is outside.  I will let her in at night, but begin keeping her out for a few days.  She has been terrorizing trash cans... even empty ones, Sassy, and myself.  Begging, yeowling, vomiting in strange and very displeasing places, and just being a general shit.  So, out she went.  No allowances are to be rendered until she regains her gourd.  If it looks to be a warm enough night, and she keeps it up when allowed in at dusk, out she will go again.  Then again, I could put a blanket in a box, or even create a blanket surrounded box, and leave her out on colder nights.  Yes, she gets food and water.  But just the basics.

I had been feeding them twice a day, plus keeping all the hard food available that they could want, PLUS giving them snacks three to five times a day... say six to eight smaller kibbles which they seem to quite enjoy.  She wont get snacks, and doesn't have access to dry food.  Hmm, I could put dry out for her too, though.  But no snacks for her.  I don't know what got into her, but she has been an absolute shit for the last three or four days... actually, since about when my own hunger went off the charts!  Hmm...  I am almost back in control of my food... almost.

It was both a bit painful to wake this morning, and difficult from being tired.  Too cold?  Not really.  I did shut the window beside me, but that wasn't enough.  An hour later I turned the fan off.  It took an hour after that for me to wake, or so?  It was an absolute bear to wake this morning.  Still, I am up, did get the ducks and girls tended.  I hope to get a trim, then maybe a full shave yet.  Brots for me, spaghetti for my visitor.  Though, might as well enjoy spaghetti myself, with everything off still.  Although, making brots for tomorrow wouldn't be bad.  Just something real to eat through the day.

I had given most of the rest of the candy away.  Uhrm, right?  But another pack appeared today.  I tried to cancel them, but... oh well...  So, yea, I'm diving back in.  I'll give this lot away tonight.  I... can't have Halloween candy on hand ahead of time, this year.  My hunger is currently disordered.  The only safe way is to get back to keto, back to dosing, back on at least a high fat diet, until I can get the food logger back on and running, and get used to the sudden weather changes.  Ugh...  Candy will be purchased right before Halloween.  Yea, I like the kids.  I really do, and in the right way.  Blessings to the world, as they are, for as long as they are.  Anyway...  Later.

The ribs were to die for.

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I really have decided, mostly cooking meats in the oven, then grilling them as a final... say third... of cooking, is about as perfectly a way to cook meats as there is.  Pure grilling makes the meat too smokey, for my tastes... save for very slow cooked, low heat, meats.  But baking, really, just doesn't allow for a crust, or proper rendering, and a few other things... like having some smoke flavor... the real stuff.

Spaghetti tomorrow, if I think I am going with brots.  Nothing fancy, but it does well.

Very tired.  I nearly missed a day of medicine... if after somehow taking an extra day of medicine a day or two before that.  Odd.  I do my best.  My best isn't always the best.  It has been three months solidly on medication.  I have to guess all medicine can do is keep me alive.  It can't help me do more.  I will try, using the food logger, to lose weight.  I have doubts if that will really help either.  I will give it a try.  I will continue with medicine unless that fails.

Ugh.  So tired.  A shower, anyway.  A trim and shave tomorrow?  For some reason, my beard is growing like gangbusters.  It does that, from time to time.  A trim and a shave?  Maybe.  Good night.

A lightly rough day.

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The pain is mild, if persistent and pervasive.  It will, most likely, pass before long.  Waking was difficult, if not a terrible rise at 9:30.  It was 68, which is actually what probably woke me.  That is about as warm as it has been up there in some long time.  It must not have cooled much overnight, as it was 60 when I got the trash out.  It might have warmed some this morning, but not all that much... if at all.  Sometimes it does, more often it doesn't.

I am not sure I got the trash out in time.  I did what I could with the time I had.  I was unable to rise, and do that, last night.  So, this morning, as soon as I woke.  Though, knowing the trash needed to go out was another part of what got me out of bed this morning.  It mildly hurt everywhere, I am still very tired, and I didn't want to face the world this morning... for whatever reason.  I just wanted to hide.  Sleep.  But... no.  Oh!  Trash was out in time, not sure about recycling.  But didn't have much of that anyway.

I had spoken with my mother recently, about the muscovy ducks.  She said they could, and would, fly.  To keep them clipped.  I am not clipping them, but I told her about their flight into the upper reaches of their enclosure, up onto the shelves high up.  I asked her about them flying into trees, that I'd heard tell...  No, she suggested, they don't do that.

As I was setting up food and water, this morning, a huge mourning dove came down toward me.  I'd... never seen a mourning dove approach so closely.  Usually they stay completely out of sight, I only hear them.  And this one was HUGE!  I'd never seen one that... it... was my duck, the one aptly named Mourning Dove!  She flew down from at least twenty feet up, maybe higher!  So... yes, muscovys will fly up into trees.  And the lowest area, branches or trunk areas, which would support a duck, would be twelve to fifteen feet or higher yet.  So it's not like she skip hopped from low to high.  So... when I can talk to her again, I'll have to rub it in!

Now, to see about life and the morning, day.  I hope to work, but standing is difficult.  So tired it hurts on top of else.  A nap in a bit, I hope.  Barrels in, the last of the dishes, laundry, trash and recycling barrels back, perhaps another puzzle, and...  or... something, some things, else?  I don't know.  It hurts.  A lot.  Have a good morning anyway.  Later.

A bit ripe.

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Ribs, pork ribs.  I took them out about a week ago.  If refrigerated the whole time, they... often can make it.  But I took it out early, for a day and more, as I thought it was going to be cooked.  Nope, so back in it went.  Then I put it out yesterday, as I planned to cook it.  Nope, so it was out overnight.  Even refrigerated for a week, it would be touch and go.  But, this?

It smelled... interesting... in a bad way, when I opened the packaging.  I rinsed it, and soaked it just a bit, then rinsed it again.  It... was still a bit... tight.  But, possibly, doable.  I really didn't want to throw such a fancy cut out.  So I patted it dry.  It... smelled... okay?  A maybe?  Garlic and onion powder, salt and pepper, and carolina reaper powder.  Then, into the oven at 350, for about 45 minutes.

Well?  It was a bit tight still.  Though I wasn't quite finished.  Oh, and a cleaver?  Yea, no doubt, that cuts twain like a hot knife through butter!  I'll never not use that cleaver to part ribs from now on.  That made it a cake chore.  Anyway, onto the grill, for finishing and that crust.  Plus it rends fat, which is what will turn funky first, and be the most funky.

About five on each side, and... actually?  Seriously good.  I saved that quite well.  I had a good couple helpings.  The rest is bagged and away.  I don't know if that is going to be edible as a leftover, but maybe.  The heat helped, spice... but too, the grilling did render out the funky fat taste.  So, there is a reasonable opportunity that it will be good tomorrow, for lunch.

I also have other meat out, thawing, for this week.  I may yet end up with at least a, occasional, dinner guest.  I do well with pork ribs, even a questionable placket, but I do much better with beef ribs.  Those are set.  The rest are more humble cuts.  Mostly.  I may get in to town soon, to try another shot of potato salad.  Or?  Maybe I could make a simple egg salad, minus potatoes?  Sure!

As well, I'd really like to make coleslaw.  I have to find a keto recipe, or general recipe to see about making it keto friendly.  I can't use sugar, but I can use a monkfruit or other sweetener as a substitute.  I don't do dijon mustard, it has honey.  But I can add sucralose liquid to various standard mustards.  There are options, usually, for almost anything.  Though some aren't enough of a problem, say soy in the occasional mayo.  It just isn't worth the expense and trouble of tracking other options down.  And I can't seem to make my own mayo reliably.  Something just doesn't always work as it should.  Perhaps the eggs need to be older than home raised?  Or of a different feed?  Or, maybe, eggs just don't always work without weird chemicals they put in the commercial stuff?  Dunno.  Still, if there is a will, there is a way.  Sometimes that simply requires to pipe down and shovel it in, and not worry so greatly.

Ducks are in.  It is about that time.  I may be up an hour or two more.  I'd like to get trash out.  And recycling, I believe, as well.  Bleh.  Then on to bed.  It is just hitting the lower 60's.  It stayed about 78 most of the day, from fairly early actually.  It has been a nice day.  Hopefully a good night of sleep, and a new week.  Back to work, now that I have the major stress items managed.  Later or good night.

Better.

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Part of my problem has been trying to get the bank sorted... my account figured out really... get the return together and out... which required pulling data and figuring things out.  I... it... was difficult.  And I still didn't do it all.  I pulled the chip from the phone, but didn't erase the phone, I think.  Oh well.  It's too late now.  Still, it was what I could do.

However, it took weeks to get that done.  I was so tired.  The cold hit, but there was more.  Simply not doing well.  I couldn't get it done!  Well... it is as done as it can be.  Some things won't be returned, because it is too late, but little things.  Messy.  A bit angry at amazon.  Their return system is wonky at best.  I am sure I didn't set those things up that way, it just randomly chose how to do things, no matter my input.  Still, it... I got most of it back.

Oh, it looks like the refund has been sent.  Being that the bank probably isn't open on Saturday?  or that late Saturday?  I doubt if an actual refund has been made.  Still, in theory, that is quite good.  I will check Monday.  It isn't... a holiday, again, is it?  I never can tell.  As to getting a new phone, though?  Or spending any other money?  No.  I won't spend a nickle until any possible extra expenses, bills, or such, have gone through.  I should have enough food.  But I might buy a few packs of brots, fresh lettuce, and a few other items.  But, keeping it below fifty.  As well, if I can get a larger trash container in, I'd like to do that and get at least one fill in and gone.  Maybe two.  I'll wait on a phone for the last week, and that depending on how much money is left.  Bleh.

Oh, I have been sitting out with the ducks in the mornings, after feeding and setting them up.  They have been coming by, lead by a greyish hen.  But even before that, I have begun naming the drakes, and one of the hens, and thinking about naming the others.  The senior indian runner duck is named Henry.  It... just is.  The two indian runner hens are, Henrietta... the hen with a white patch between her eye brown and bill, and Ruth is the one whose bill to eye patches are brown all the way.

The new hen, I called penguin girl to start due to her appearance, is keeping the term as her name.  The two drakes... the white one is Thor, the mottled one is Herc (short for Hercules).  Of  the three hens remaining, I have only, for sure, named the greyish girl... after my mothers favorites.  I am naming her Mourning Dove.  The last two I can identify, I am just pondering on their names.  When I am able to recognize, I... naming becomes natural?  It took a while, but it is finally happening.

Oh, something to eat.  A fatted coffee.  Then something grilled.  No more milk, but fatted drinks galore.  I have two quarts of that, to try to get back into keto.  A couple weeks to maybe months, of cream, will help me return to true keto.  It'll take a while though, I have been eating very incorrectly.  Still... I'll get there.  Later.

What horrible luck!

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To town.  To return the phone.  At $500, it was all I could hope for.  Without that return, not only would I not be able to get a new phone, I would be out of that money... stuck with a phone I can't hear, which won't work with earbuds, and won't accept voice messages.  So, in I went.  With it and accessories.

Only, when I get there, the code that should have been on the phone wasn't there.  The woman suggested I drop that return request and request another return.  Okay.  But... then it was saying no returns, it was outside the window!  What!  Right!  I wasn't used to the phone app, but that's all that would work on the phone.  So, she helped.

We tried requesting a return several different ways, to no success.  This, that, the other thing.  I was at whits ends!  We got what of the other things through that were possible.  We had to print, I had to pay.  It was supposed to be coded!  Then we got back to the phone.  She tried a couple of things, then had them try to call me?  I'd... not heard of that before.

Too late, he said.  But... it's broken.  I explained.  He put me on hold.  A long hold.  He called back, suggested another thing.  I asked if he could send the same as it had been.  Okay.  So... it did go back in.  Now, how was that lucky?

If she hadn't had me bail on the initial return, without us knowing it would have been too late.  It wouldn't have been accepted.  It was only because I bailed, and had their support reauthorize after the deadline, that the thing went through.  This, people, is how my life works.  Nothing, not one thing, is allowed to be easy.  But... it... sometimes... gets done.

I pulled names, numbers, sent a text with a secondary phone number...  I did what I could.  I pulled the microchip.  Ugh.  I don't know when to expect a return, but... there should be one.  Perhaps enough for a simple phone to get me through to the end of the month?  I don't know.  I did look at phones, the other day, I may have mentioned.  But on my pay program, it won't allow a termed purchase... cash up front or not.  Which... is a problem.  Anyway... we will see.

Later.

Wow, what a temperature climb.

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Between 08:30 and say 10:15 it went from 35 to 60.  The sun is out, but it's often out... lately... for now.  It must be the air.  Something warm was brought in and has sorted the season a bit.  I turned the furnace to 72, even so.  I had a fatted coffee.  But, you know what?  I am having a lot of trouble getting going.  Just... keeping my eyes open is a heck of a task.

I have things to do!

I played a game, Doom, of... course?  I have had it for months, since it came out.  It seemed too difficult, initially.  Old.  I am getting old.  It is somewhat difficult, but that is written into the game.  No one wants to play a game that isn't challenging, or seem to not get better, so they create the environment from very difficult to later being much easier.  The stuff you get in the game doesn't do that much improving.  It is simply written to be easier because of certain finds.  Like it or not, that is how games work now.  They are trying to bring in people who can't play well.  It kills my interest on many games.  Assuming it isn't even more severely woke broken anyway.

I realized, while sleeping, that it is over.  There isn't an America anymore.  Of course, what others are busy rebranding had just become a commercial commodity anyway.  They are selling it, now, to whoever will buy it and play by the new rules.  No complaining, no sassing elites, just do what you are told.  Whites, and those similar, are no longer included as elites and will be replaced.

A lot of locals don't realize.  In time, they will be setting up replacement camps, for the new people, even in small towns.  They have pretty much destroyed Europe that way.  It is coming here.  If you want a job, government anything... even when that is supposed to be what it was there for, education, etc, you have to be in line.  Even banking and other commerce requires acceptance that you are allowed, not a customer anymore.  They have to power to shut you out.