Hot soup.

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I had planned to add some spice to the soup.  Using ghost peppers, instead of carolina reapers, as I didn't want it as hot.  As well, first I added chipotle... for the smoky flavor as well as a bilevel heat source.  Trilevel, actually, with fresh cracked black pepper.  I had everything else in, then added the ghost pepper.  Oops!  I must have added between two teaspoons and a tablespoon... or more.

I thought it would be fine, or I might have tried to pull some out.  Okay.  It was as hot as I can take it AND like it.  Any hotter, I can still eat it.  I just don't like it.  It takes on a chemical sort of taste which just... like cilantro, is something I don't prefer.  Even so, I wasn't in the mood for a hot soup.  So it was a bit of a push.  Normally, for just a touch of spice, I add half a teaspoon, perhaps a quarter teaspoon.

Even so, it was pretty good.  The last few sips and spoonful's were a test.  I did finish.

The ducks have been let out, quite a bit ago.  Now it is time to feed and water the rabbits.  As well, I will grab another bucket of water with which to refresh the girls' water.  I may add a bit more fresh water for the ducks while at it.  They are happy critters, with fresh water and good food.  I mix the various feeds, at this point.  And they really enjoy.  As do the lbb's and bbb's (little and big brown and/or black birds).  Oh well.  I don't begrudge, to a point.

After the final bits of chores, a shower and to bed.  I'm... done.  I'm pushing it to finish this.  Still, I am hoping I can.  Perhaps to be up earlier this afternoon?  One can hope.  The soup will set out.  The last of the last big batch.  I'll need to make more... actually, I can still use the beef stock.  I've got... four to twelve 16 ouncers left.  So, I suppose, no hurry on the chicken stock, or new beef stock.  But why not get it done.

The prep and dish drying area had to be cleaned one more time.  You wouldn't think slicing and dicing veggies would require a cleanup, but it definitely did.  As well, when I wake, I will begin searching for the instapots.  I will use the eight quart, preferably.  But if only the six quart can be found, it will do in the short run.  I will clean whichever, or both out.  Heck, might use them both, just varying the amount of pork hocks and chickens feet per?  Something.

Yes, I best get going.  I still have to dry off after the shower.  A wet head to bed is annoying.

Good morning and day.

Soup is on.

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A bratwurst remained.  I quartered and diced it, adding it in.  Then I pulled the pork out of the bag.  I only took a quarter of it, and a smaller bone that was with the meat taken.  I shredded the meat, adding the bone and meat to the pot.  Quite a lot of meat, to be honest, between the remaining chicken, brat, and pork roast.  Then I cleaned up the counter... so back to being ready for dishes!

I set the whites, mainly towels, to drying.  They will be quite nice for when I take my shower.  I cleaned the toilet a bit.  Will work on the rest of the bathroom through the next few days.  A lot of clutter needs being dealt with.  And some washing, if not all that much.  Mostly getting clutter managed, and sweeping.  Though the floor could use a mopping.

I think I'll do alright.  If not this waking cycle, next.  And the next after that, and so on.  It isn't perfect but it will go well.  Especially if I can get medicine back on track.  Mostly.  Ugh.  I will soon make meat crumble, as well as making an egg casserole soon... perhaps Sunday, for the rest of the week.  Food means a big difference in getting ahead.  Or, at least, with food easily available... good food... work is possible.  Without food, work isn't possible.

Sam is acting up.  Just fed her, not sure what her gig is.  She is acting like she is hungry, but... doesn't eat anything offered.  Her water is fresh.  I just cleaned her litter box.  I just don't know.  Sassy is fine.  Usually it would be her begging, at off times.  I don't know.  I can't help her, but I can let her up and give her scritches and scratches, pets, and attention.  Though she isn't all that interested.  I think she just likes her moments of misery?  Misses her kittens which were probably stolen away from her for death or else?  I just can't say.

Well, a bit of a break, then on to a meal, and another break, then back to work.  I am hoping to be up well into dawn, to do chores, then crash shortly after?  If so, there is some hope the sleep will be short enough so that I can do some business yet today.  Or tomorrow if all else fails.  I am quite happy with how things have progressed.  And a shower coming soon is always a blessing.  Be well.  Later.

Surprises!

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Yes, I... got to some of it.  First, I hit the waterers.  Cleaned, each and every, nipples to bottles, inside and out, twice over.  I don't use soap, as dish soap is hard on animals.  Which means I really need to keep up.  And, basically, I do.  I was running this last load long.  So tired, sleeping so often and so long.  But, looking them over closely, one wash should have been enough.  I just prefer a bit more caution.  It's been four or five days since their last cleaning.  Even hopskipping bottles, that's a bit long.  They look and feel clean.

Then on to a trim.  If nothing else, it makes the face a bit more visible.  I am hoping to yet get a shower, and then an actual shave.  I like shaves, as long as they aren't required daily.  It's a start.

Next, I cleared and cleaned the drying area, for dishes.  Clean, right to the bone, then dried off.  That is it, for now.  I am hoping to get a shower in an hour or two.  Putting up the towels beforehand, and shaving right after?  The former is required, or would make easy and absolute sense.  Shaving?  Maybe, if I am not too tired.  Then to start dishes.  Or... that is a goal.

I will probably have the last of the soup tonight.  The pork is warming, for pulling.  I may add some of that to the soup.  As mentioned, meat is slim in the remainder of the soup.  And, since I am using beef stock, and chicken meat to date, pork meat will fit in just as well.  The final hope is to begin a chicken stock, using chicken feet, mostly, and pork hocks as an add.  Next time I will make beef stock.

I, earlier, ordered stock containers.  Those deli containers, only a bit more (it is hoped) for freezing.  I would love to recycle those, but handing washing is... not good.  If I had a dish washer... of one sort or another *wink* I might try to be extra frugal.  Oh, and to my surprise?  I am told the containers will be in tomorrow.  Though, given my odd sleep, I'm not sure if they mean today tomorrow or tomorrow tomorrow?  It depends on when I saw their notice... was it before or after midnight, and my or their time?  Gah!  I hate sleeping in fits and starts.  Days and nights and things make absolutely no sense.  At least, when using the 24 hour clocks everywhere in my house possible, I... know the difference between night and day.  That... was harsh... back before that was a common option.  Especially in the winter, where most of the day is just as dark as any other part, 06:00 to 18:00, even 07:00 to 16:00 at times?  I can't... remember.

I am sure enjoying stocks, soups, and else.  I do believe I will pull the eight quart instapot out, and begin hitting that for stock.  Smaller batches, but so much faster!  A few hours versus one to several days.  I just need apple cider vinegar.  I could use regular vinegar, this time?  I... honestly... can't see how there would be a difference.  The mother would be killed in the heat, even at a rolling simmer, definitely in the pressure cooker.  So... I... think I have everything, save the containers.  As soon as those show, I'll get to it.  I'll push to get the dishes out of the way.  And, after chicken stock, I'll probably immediately make beef stock.  This is excellent stuff.  I can keep the 16 ounce containers for sipping through the week, and the 32 ouncers for soups and stews, mostly.

All right.  Yes.  I'll... keep at it, as possible.  Tonight, and then after I wake.  I'm in a fighting mood.  I am dying, hard, and I don't want to be.  Oh, next wake cycle, I will set up medicine.  I know, I know, but I have been so absolutely beat and off kilter I haven't been able to think my way through setting up medicine.  I'm ghosting myself, if not by will.  Be well, work hard, don't die until it's your time, and later.

I can't remember when?

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Although I think it was shortly after the last post, I went back to sleep.  I did some of the list, certainly not all of it.  I crashed so hard I... I fell, really.  I would guess it was around 17:30?  I had hoped I would wake earlier, after all the sleep I have been getting.  Not a choice, but still, it's a lot of sleep.  Nope.  A bit before 02:00 before I could wake.  And it took Sassy getting particular about food.

She nutted me once, if... I don't think that was actually her intent.  I usually sleep with my back to her approach.  Though even that didn't wake me.  Initially made me a bit angry, but I got over that.  And, as I lay, going back to sleep, thinking on it, I realized both the mistake on her part and why.  But waking has slipped my grasp as understanding had flooded my mind.  Though, this time, I slept on the correct side.

And, right on cue, two hours later give or take, she came back and did the same thing.  She did a little hippy shake claw dance on my right rump.  The clawing didn't get through, and it wasn't her intention.  The little jig she did was just to wake me up.  This time I grabber her, brought her close, and hugged and petted her, asking if she was hungry.

She didn't fight or fuss, and just came in.  I petted and itched her favorite spots around the head, back, and shoulders...  Grooming the girls helps me wake... a tactile feel, their fur, and purring, helps me to wake.  It was a slow wake, but I did make it up, down, and fed them in rather short order.  I think ensured the ducks were in, closed them up, checked the waterers (all frozen... so much for warmer weather).  So I collected those and a bucket of water.  I am soaking the frozen and will clean and refresh all the waterers later tonight.

A kefir and blueberry breakfast.  Yea, but I like the stuff.  And, with more solid food on hand, I think I will do well.  The next time I get out there, I will pull the pork so it can warm for pulling even later.  As well, I will hit the counter, in prep for dishes... after a trim and shower, then shave?  I'll keep trying.  I am almost getting there.  If I do a third of that, but the right third, I am okay.  If I do all of it, and then some, which could happen, I'll be really set.  Ugh.

For now, waking up with a walk through the internet world.  Good... night, day, and/or morning.

Seriously good pork.

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Not overdone.  Not underdone, especially for the desired function... as pulled pork.  Tacky, from fat rendering and running through the meat.  Cooked, then cooled, properly.  A bite, just now, to see.  I'd love to make a meal of it.  I am just too tired to be hungry enough to think through a meal.  The rest of the meat has been put up.  I'll pull it out next time I am awake, warm it to room temp, then pull the meat right off.  Might have a touch then, perhaps in a salad after being heated.

A shower is still planned.  Nothing else.  I keep hoping.  I keep crashing.  I do bits and parts, this time, then that.  I am getting places.  If I could just keep it up, I might actually get ahead.  My problem is, from time to time I fall for weeks or months at a time.  Weather changes, falling off medicine, going back on medicine, general health problems returning... it doesn't take much for me to crash, and hard.

Technically I am crashing hard currently.  It is just that I am able to do some work between crashes.  Not a lot, not the heavy stuff, and not fast.  But I am doing little bits.  My lungs burn, I suspect blood in them.  It's been that way for weeks, worse and better.  It is better of late, save right now, but it isn't the worst... just a little bit worse than the last few days.  Comes and goes.  Breathing is good, for the moment, but lungs hurt.  Odd how sometimes that doesn't match up.

I'll keep at it, if possible, when possible.  A trim, a shower, a bit of time to let hair dry, then on to bed.  Good afternoon, day, and night.  Again, again, again.  

Brats done and pork roast finishing.

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If it weren't for the pork roast, I'd be in bed.  I will check on it, after this post.  Other than chores and food, not much.  I would like to do more, but... won't happen.  Not until after another nap, or longer sleep.

I had hoped the bratwursts would... shake things up.  Not so much.  They were good, but... that was it.  I might have a few bites of pork, when it is finished and after it rests a bit.  I don't think it will help all that much, I just want a taste.  I'll let it cool while I sleep, then warm it back to room temp before shredding it.  I could add some of it to the remnants of the chicken soup.  I am running out of meat.  The rest?  to be added to salads, or eaten in small portions.  I ought to think of what else may be done.

I am still hoping to get tools out to the further outbuilding, and some work done in there.  I don't think it will take long, or much.  A few channels created, for panels, to split the cages.  As well, getting those panels cut and in.  Then getting rabbits out there.  As well, I hope to get a table built for the other cage set.  And, eventually, shovel their poo into old feed bags, to be offered to those who garden.  Not sure how much they need, or will take.  Though I suspect there will be others who might take any extra.  It's garden gold.

Back up at it.

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An hour and good change down.  Back up and about to get at it.  The house is warming, and water with it.  I'll at least get to chores.  Then to a shower, hopefully a shave... which means a trim first.  Still feeling a bit off.  Not the best.  But I am awake and feeling a bit better.  Grilling will hopefully go forward too.  I need some solid food.  Ugh.

Oh, well, I'll get to it in a bit.  The water needs about an half hour.  Then to feed cats, do litter, trim then shower.  A break, then to shave and set dishes up.  Ugh...  I think I can.  Maybe more, hopefully a lot more, after that.  Napping as needed.  Working hard when I can.  I am sure I can.  Today is the startup day.  I am getting ahead, and staying ahead, but have so very much to do.

Later.

Nothing.

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And back to bed.  It's right at 7:11.  I am sure there are things I need and want to do.  I just can't keep with things.  To bed, to sleep.  I will... work when I wake?  I've been asleep for hours, just in my chair.

Good morning, day, and night.

Who is there?

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What are you suggesting?  Loud?  A bit... mean?  Aye.  But not all suggested here, or now.

Wow.

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I have been sleeping the last few days away.  I've been awake for bits and parts, down for most of it though.  Down at 17:30, or so, woke at about 01:30?  It's just going on 02:00 after a bit of internet surfing.  I am trying to drink less, and cut kefir.  I may cut kefir way down.  While it is good, there are limits... to any good.  Or... everything is poison, at some dose.  I haven't quite hit the poison mark, if I may have hit the excess mark.  Too much of a good thing isn't poison, yet, but it certainly marks the way to it.

I left the door open.  Sam came up once, for a bit.  Sassy was up about every two hours.  Sometimes I gave her a bit of attention, sometimes I couldn't.  Sometimes I let her in, sometimes not.  It was a very good sleep.  I seem to be voiding my way back to health.  And, while sleeping, I am not drinking in great volumes.  I do have water up there, just in case.  But they are smaller, and I just take a sip and can close them back up.

I am still not sure I am actually awake.  I may be just feeding the girls, tending their litter, and checking on critters... well, and blogging and web surfing just a bit.  I would like to get a shower in though, maybe a shave.  If so, I may clean the counter, and put dishes to go?  The towels should be ready, though I may give them an half hour run, so as to be warm when I get out of the shower.

I have the house set at 66.  With the fan going upstairs, and the door open, it got to 66 even up there!  Very strange.  Usually it is 57 or less up there.  Then again, it was 40 outside (which is quite warm for those of you not too familiar with the recent and hereabouts temps).  While that seems cold outside, it acts warm inside, somehow?  That is almost too warm to sleep, for me, usually... until I acclimate.  Even so, sleep I did... and mostly like a rock.

I best... get to something.  Even if it is back to bed.  Still, I can tinker just a bit, see if a bit of clearing, cleaning, a shower, and such might be yet in the cards.  Or... next time I am awake.  I try.  I... well... being mostly dead really is a bear.  And, sometimes, you eat the bear, sometimes... some particular... bear eats you.  Until it's the last bear, such is life.  Later, or good night again.

Yea, it's breath.

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I'm not getting enough air.  It doesn't matter how it seems, or what the tests might indicate.  Air.  Not enough.  Which is why I am so very tired.  Rales.  Watery breathing.  Call it what you will.

I finally got to the rabbits.  They all still had water, and it is still flowing.  Less worried about food, if I would still rather have them receive it in the morning.  No work today, or yet.  I... need sleep.  I think I have had two sleep cycles last night, and will have a few more.  Still, if I can get enough sleep I might be able to wake enough to get tools sorted to where I need them, and supplies, then do work on my next working wake cycle.

Dishes too.  I might be able to get those arranged, if after a shower, then go set up tools.  Or with a break between the two.  And do bits of work, here or there, as possible.  I think so.  IF I can get some restful sleep.  Not been possible the last few sleep cycles.  But, I am sleeping when I hit a dead end, rather than trying to push through.

The part of the phone payment I wasn't sure about, which I checked earlier, turned out right.  So, it has something to do with the phone company or it's payment systems.  I was told this would be enough.  Apparently not, or it's just another corporate scam.  Though, if you complain about companies like Verizon, they take it personally and beat on you every chance they can get.  Our companies hate us almost as much as our government, at this point.  And they are definitely working together against us.

Anyway... I... can't do much today.  As soon as I can, I'll get it together and get in for a review of the matter.

So tired.  I'll turn the fan on.  It helps get more air in.  Something is terribly wrong with those masked air devices.  But a simple fan works quite well.  Low to high, depending on needs and the day.  On back to bed for a while or longer.  I will let the cats up though.  I'm near enough to rested that their company is a good thing.  And I miss them when I have to be alone.  Furry sharks!  Eating attention and food as much as possible.

Later, or much later.  Who can tell.  I'll... include you in my prayers.  Though... whether for your sake or mine is a difficult to know proposition.  *wink*

So absolutely tired.

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I think it is from fluid and else backing up.  Yesterday helped, in a few ways.  But I am in really bad shape even so.  Doing anything is difficult.  I let the ducks out, then set up the waterers, finally.  I'll get those out in a bit.  I am almost wondering if the flora and fauna in my gut sort of exploded.  A bit too much, unless you are eating and working out like crazy.  Just too much in there?  Maybe.

I'll make sure to eat solid foods, at least daily.  Brats today, if I can get to grilling.  And, perhaps, smoking the pork but, shredding that, and having it in the fridge for various things.  Warmed, over lettuce, is quite nice.  And lettuce is a solid food too.  There are times when I wasn't sure, but... it is.  I have no doubts after a bit of experimenting.

For some reason, the payment to the phone company wasn't enough or didn't go through.  I'm checking on possible vector.  I can't quite get out today.  Too tired, worn, maybe sick from pushing and else.  I am planning to go tomorrow.  I have calls to make.  Went to make one, it failed.  It was just do, is pay as you go, and received $26.  Or was supposed to receive that amount.

Oh, it's so cold outside.  In spite of being forty!  Yes, + 40 F, and it is cold as the dickens out there.  Something odd.  Wind, for one thing.  And, yes, moisture from melting and up out of the ground.  Still, so very strange that 40 F feels colder than 20 F.  Even so, I would like to get the equipment set up in order to begin working in the outbuilding, to create more rabbit cages... so I can get them breeding.  I'd like a batch from each before summer.  Then they won't be set to it until either late August or September... early October at the earliest.  Weather has been strange.

No pain, oddly.  A bit of bloat, which does make me suspicious of excess flora and fauna in the gut.  Just tired, sometimes slightly dizzy.  A few odd symptoms, though they go with extreme exhaustion.  I'm not even sure how to figure out what to do.  I'll just do what I can, when and how I can.  Later.

Did not stay awake long enough.

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Crashed, and hard, right after righting that.  Back to bed, just waking at 05:03.  Not sure I'll be awake long even this time.  Maybe?  No dreams remembered, if I think I keep dreaming of flying.  That strange type of flying, which both is and isn't a sort of flight, moving at exceptional speeds, and is more something between flight and teleportation.  Once you have everything dialed into, to within a block... which takes a while... a month or several?  Once all dialed in, for the earth, movement takes a moment.

Whether going shopping at my usual grocery store, having a luncheon in Paris (if I wouldn't these days), a late snack in Jordan, a tea in Japan, or such, the travel time duration difference is not measured even in seconds.  Still, whether going to the refrigerator, clothes dryer, or Timbuktu, one generally needs a reason.  Usually, finding a reason is... not a good thing.

Oh, the temptation to go into any cash or precious metal depository... taking as I wish?  Besides the various risks of flesh, there is always the risk of the soul.  Nothing, as I told my friend earlier, is free.  Is it worth risking the soul for something not paid?  And... God is always watching.  No, not to me.  Still, to see a few sights... from The peaks of the highest mountains to, certain shore views at dawn or dusk?  To watch some of the most spectacular wildlife, and events in their lives unfold?  To see miracles of life, for people, unfold.  Maybe to even play some small part in a success that might not have happened?

The thing is, such a power does not make one God.  Saving the world from reality, or itself, or even a few men... and women?  As tempting evil?  More so perceived good.  The most difficult thing is to let people choose and face consequences... to follow in the real God's footsteps, or try.  Hard?  Unimaginably... or... nearly.  But, yes, I.... foreswore playing God shortly after my initial foray into miracles.

Not all of this was from the dreams, just things from the dreams, coupled with thoughts from the dreams... while awake.  The thing, beyond, is there is no way to save everyone.  Choosing who to save becomes quite the thing.  Then the temptation to end those who are evil creeps in.  Also, not... to be done.  People must choose.  Prices must be paid.  And even the innocent must die, and the guilty must live.  It was terrible, realizing some things.

There is a place to... affect change.  Self-defense is a requirement... a universal law.  Protecting and helping one's own, and community up to a certain point.  Oh, and keeping one's abilities from being know, too, is required.  They would hound you night at day for everything from lost keys to petty or right vendettas, to lost cattle, or a structurally unsound home.  You would become a false god, and loved by those you helped, hated by those you didn't, wouldn't, or couldn't.

Anyway... for whatever reason, the last week I have been flying around, looking the world over.  Most nights, and some shorter sleeps, dreams of flying.  Mostly touring.  Or just the enjoyment of the... flights.  I got the feeling I wasn't the only one out there.  Though the others kept out of my ability to see.  Angels, I suspect.  Perhaps demons?  Too, I suspect if I started "helping" the world, life would have become difficult.

Oh, there were ways to... biome wealthy doing this.  And I did, to a degree, profit.  But gold, wealth, and such, has to be tempered... as with the other things.  And getting rich has never been a great calling, for me.  Just a... rare item here, or there, otherwise lost to men.  Or noticing where certain minerals or other commodities might be... a thing unnoticed to point by others.  It... doesn't take much.  What dreams.

Later.

Five hours of sleep.

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I suspected as much, when going down.  No matter how hard I was hitting, it just wasn't going to be a long, let alone all night, sleep.  I thought it would probably end up more like three hours.  Something about pushing far too hard ends in little sleep.  So five hours is fairly... nice.  As well, I worried that I would wake absolutely bushed.  Nope.  I mean... a little groggy, but typical of any morning.  No pain from the pushing and extra hours up.  Just... a typical, or typically better, "morning".

I got out and got the ducks in first thing.  I also checked the rabbits' waterers.  They are still flowing so I am leaving them in place.  I won't replace the mini does' waterer because they won't drink later at night.  Oh, I still have to get the second set of waterers going... reset... for the morning.  Their food is ready.  Just need to finish up with the waterers.  I am hoping to get another set next month, and perhaps one more before spring?  Or during spring.  Then keep those cool.  It takes a lot more time to cool them than it does to warm them, so having four sets gives me time to refill and chill, without pushing so hard for instant turnover.

It is good to have my hair look even.  It's old, gray, stringy, and long in a messy way until it grows long enough to put up.  But at least the sides and ends are even.  I showered.  But I haven't brushed in a bit.  I am getting a... negative reaction from women.  I... am worried about how I smell.  And, whether it is breath, or clothes, or... what.  I get a good reaction, from a distance, but up close not so much.  I... am going to have to work on it.  I really am going to try to dig down to the matter, though it may just be too much at this point in my life.  Old bachelors become... funky.  It's just the way of it.

Oh, eating that burger today?  Right.  I have been eating far too much liquid lately.  I need to make sure I am eating something solid each day.  That burger hit like a bulldozer, pushing everything from the stomach on down out.  And there was much.  I had to visit two different restrooms and spend a long time in each.  Well, three, if the first was a liquid unload.  Oh my word, I... have to eat solids more often... daily.  Soup and stew might be absolutely fantastic, but they... do very strange things.

I had wondered why liquid wasn't going, was collecting.  I had lowered by consumption, and was taking a water pill.  It was the liquid food.  They say water and more liquid food go to the same place.  And, while they might, they are treated vastly different.  I won't even debate that.  Both kefir and soup act very differently than tea.  There are solids, so it doesn't, can't, just be pulled out and sent to the bladder.  It becomes... softserve.  Ugh.  Clear as a whistle, now.

Tonight?  I am staying ahead of where I was.  The goal tonight is to stretch that lead.  Perhaps another shower, or later after a load of dishes.  But, actually, a couple of loads of dishes and cleaning off the counter.  A wash and another, perhaps with a shower in there somewhere.  The last load of laundry was put over, as a last thing?  Or reset?  I can't quite remember.  Finishing the towels and putting them up would be good.  That will be it for dishes.

I'd also like to get the vacuum cleaner upstairs.  For use tonight, tomorrow, or sometime this week.  Hmm, later this week for sure.  I'll put some baking powder down, let it absorb some odors, before vacuuming.  As well, later this week, I'll reset linens, wash the old and blankets, and be reset for a while.  Perhaps running the steam vacuum up there later this, or next, week.  I think I have one pot of chicken soup.  As well, brats, meat crumble, and a pork roast.  I'm not sure about putting the brats only, or the brats and roast out on the grill?  It works in the oven and the grill.  Yea... I may just grill both.  The ground meats need to be cooked on the stovetop.

Well, the idea is there.  I may only be able to get a bit more done before ending up back in bed, so I ought to push to get dishes in and the counter cleaned.  Still waking though, not quite ready to work yet.  But... getting there.  And in good shape.  Edema went the way of chicken soup and kefir.  Who'd of thunk half a burger would do what the water pill was failing to do!  :p  Later.

So very tired.

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Ah, why the trash man arrived today, not yesterday?  Today is Monday.  Ugh. It's been rough.

A shower, and the visitor and myself went to town.  He worked on the big cage.  It is now sound.  Shopping, and I found chicken and pigs feet, and tripe.  Plus to a regular grocery store for a few more typical items.  I checked my account first.  It... should all work out.  As well, I paid on my phone, so it should work again, for a while.  I am hoping to reset it between the 7th and 10th, and then put it on automatic pay.

He had a few places to go as well.  And we went to the barbers... well... a lady barbershop.  I still look messy, being between this and that.  But cleaned, cleared, and leveled.  He seemed happy with his cut, and while it was still short, it actually has some styling to it.  One step at a time.  All in all, it was a very good day.  But I am absolutely crushed... ready for bed.

Oh, and I have the tools sought, so as to possibly do work on the various cages, including building a table for one of the grouping of boxes.  Ugh.  I'll do what I can, as I am able.  Now, though, absolutely for sure, it is bedtime.  I think I'll shut the girls out tonight.  I need sleep, unbothered, heavy, hard, sleep.  Quite a day.  Hmm, I'll check the towels, in the dryer.  I'm sure they will need another short run, which I will set them to.  Good afternoon, day, and night.

Strange days.

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Some days I crash early, others later.  Some days I am awake until afternoon and go to bed well.  Ah.  Spring weather is closing in?  Sunny this day, dark today, colder at 30, warmer at 22, frigid at 18.  Very odd how quick and disparate changes to all the various aspects of weather can absolutely devastate my system.  Try as I might, I am lucky to hold on to chores alone.

Now, I am doing bits and pieces of this and that.  The last few days have been relatively good.  But I have so much more to do and seemingly no way to do those things.  Exhausted in very strange ways though.  So very tired.  Even when I can work, it... I need rest, lots of rest between tasks.  And I lose track very easily.

Chores finished.  Socks needed another run.  Crashing though.  Not sure more will be done.

Oh, for some reason, trash was picked up today.  I hadn't gotten it pulled from the curb.  Good thing.  Losing track sometimes works to my advantage.  Yea.  But it is about bedtime.  It isn't after noon, only 10:30 or so.  At least it isn't 05:00 or 06:00.  I'll try to make it just a wee longer, if there really isn't much else I can do.

It's good night.  Sooner or later, but that is that.

Not a lot.

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Laundry is moving through.  I am about to put the last load to dry, assuming the woolens are dry enough to hang out.  I don't use heat with those.  Whites, lots of t hem, and big towels included.  I would like to hang them out, just not sure.  Hmm... I could hang one or two of them out, see how it works?  Soup for food.  As well, though, kefir.  I am trying to cut how much kefir I consume, down to twelve ounces for a solo meal, or four to six ounces as a pre-meal... if I don't use it before every meal.

Ducks were put in much earlier.  As to waterers, I checked those fairly late.  Since they were still flowing, I left them out.  I did change out a larger one for the mini does, as they drink a lot.  All good.  I just checked.  It is about 29 F out there this morning.  So it still might be good.  I'll collect those shortly, though while putting new ones out.

While it is much warmer, ten degrees warmer than it has been (mostly) for months, it feels cold.  Not sure why.  It isn't just me.  This front room is down to 60.  Usually it is 65~66, especially with the furnace up a bit.  I turned it up because I have been so cold.  I do think the world is melting, and that is putting moisture in the air, and that makes it much colder.  I have been cutting the furnace, but even I have limits.

I need to get a shower, and get dishes going.  Plus, to clean off the counter would be good.  I think I can.  Oh, and take care of the phone.  I ran out of pre-pay.  Bleh.  I need to check my balance before messing with that though.  I did receive a notice, from the irs, that I am receiving $600 stimulus.  That will take care of the arears on utilities.  Not much more.  It is what it is.

I... best get going on a few things.  I have soup warming.  That might help me get going.  Later.

Bits, and moving onward.

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Ducks in, a load of laundry turned over and a fresh one put in.  One more load of those, whites... after three small loads before, regular, synthetics, and woolens as the last load now washing.  The girls were fed, not sure I hit their litter yet, but will shortly if not.  A breakfast of kefir.  Some slight toodling here and there, if very slight.  Still, a small thing opens up bigger things later.  It adds up, if you can keep going.

I try to work strategically.  Have to do so.  If I can't do dishes, open up the area, take a shower, or a few other things, I look for the bottleneck.  I hit that.  It might or might not lead directly to a bigger chore, but it might lead to hitting the next bottleneck.  Bottlenecks aren't the whole problem, but if dealt with, life is smoother when I can work.  Terrifying, to have so many bottlenecks.  What to most is just a little thing, for me can be a work stoppage.

Without, always, focus, memory, concentration, a bottleneck will fully stop everything... or a few of them will.  Like a plug in a sink, a stoppage might well cause an overflow.  Some number of overflows become overwhelming.  And it can happen very quickly.  Whether it is fear, fog, poverty, or else, I get hit hard, and often.  To be honest, having a woman helps.  What I can't do, she can.  As well, what she can't do, I can... and easily.  Move the dresser?  Okay.  But... figure out workflow?  Not so much.  And, what neither of us can do alone, sometimes we can cooperate.

Of course, that is when you can get hitched to the same load, and agree to pull at the same time in the same direction.  Hell of a thing to accomplish, but amazing when it works.  Yea, a woman... a good one... a patient one... could get a heck of a lot of work out of me.  Not a full time thing.  But, a good twenty hours of solid a week.  Not on her schedule, patience would absolutely be required.  But, yea.  And, twenty hours, if the household is the whole of it, it quite a lot.

Anyway...  I'll get a shower before long.  Then start dishes.  Cleaning the counters, resetting trash by bagging, pulling the barrel back, litter, and some minor clearing of spaces while taking down boxes.  Ugh.  It's a new week.  I'll get to things.  Later.

When?

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I am not sure when I went to bed.  Waking at... after 20:00, probably.  Right at 21:00, with no real idea of what all happened or when.  I know I got the trash out, did chores, fed the girls and myself.  I am pretty sure I worked litter, thought maybe earlier?  Of course, earlier for me, as my days are going, is probably later for you... so... between 23:00 and 04:00?  Anyway...  I think I was to bed around 10:00 or 11:00... a bit after the latter?  If I had to bet.

Soup has been a joy.  Meat is thawed.  Bratwursts tonight, and smoking a pork butt while at it.  I may fry more crumble... various minced meats or burger if you prefer.  I need to get more salad.  Taco salads do very well.  Add cheese this time, salsa that, a bit of guacamole in there whenever.  I don't even use dressings.  Spiced hotter this time, or plainer that, italian seasoning or just basil?  Mix and match.  Well, and other fruits or veggies, a squeeze of lemon or lime juice, who knows.  Be creative.  Sometimes it'll work, sometimes not, though what didn't work a week ago, tried today, is perfect?  Food... really isn't a science.

Even if I am not human, and you are, tastes are just as buggered for us both.  Something... strange... about flesh.  I don't think it is at all what we think it is.  We are surrounded by what is not flesh.  Is that what makes our senses quirky?  Or is that the truth of sin?  Or... just a gift... the wonder of God's creation... controlled chaos, to keep the world from being too boring?  Imagine if digital was a truth as advertised, and the world really was digital.  You could make things exactly the same, every time, without huge fudging?  Remember the line about not looking behind the curtain?  Everything that seems to be exactly the same has some serious gimmickry going on.  You don't have to truth me, just... pay the hell attention.  Best start doing that, if you aren't already.  Time is almost here... for a change or end.

I'll try to get to dishes again.  I best put the birds in, if I'll leave the waterers out a while longer.  Oh, and cleaning the counters... I... yeah.  I am... doing bits, getting ahead, more than ever... or for months...  It seems to be compounding, too, finally.  Laundry, more laundry.  A shower.  Maybe a shave.  More trash, and the barrel brought back from the curb.  I... I think I will.  I think I can.  Bits and parts.  It's a start, again.  Later.

All night to do so little.

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Finally, just now, trash out.  Collected and out.  The vast majority, and all the icky.  There are a few dry pails with some still in.  Out of energy, mostly out of room.  But... Yes, done.  Oh, and to the curb.  I knew if I waited, for later, I would forget or... just not have energy then.

A load of laundry through.  No dishes, waiting on a shower.  Moving slow.  It... may happen.  I did make more soup, this time with root veggies, and kale.  I didn't do kale last time, I don't think.  Fantastic stuff, warming and filling.  I have fed the girls, gotten the waterers in, filled a pail to fill those and refresh the girls' water.  As well, I ought to check on their litter.  I got that shortly after waking this morning, but... they are busy beavers.  Argh.

Still hoping for a shower, another load of laundry through, dishes at least put in, and the counter cleared and cleaned.  Getting trash out took care of a good portion of the clutter.  But a bit more clearing and washing is required.  No real problem.  Oh, and kefir was... ready enough.  At least for one big glass.  I miss that when it isn't in stock.

The kefir, while cool... that first jar I put in... was probably higher in carbs... lactose... than I would have preferred, but it wasn't nearly as high as regular whole milk.  So, it was... something.  And I am only having one cup today.  The rest I am putting away has been put in.  I am leaving one jar out in order to produce more whey.  I am thinking of finding a drink recipe for that.  You don't eat your way to health, exactly, but you can eat some of your medicine?  Maybe.  Or... maybe more.

One thing I am going to start adding to my diet is liver.  It truly is one of the most nutritious foods you can eat.  There are limits, but a few times a week, with the right fats, onions, and else, and it is exceptional.  It doesn't taste good?  Done right, I like it.  Maybe love it.  It can't be overdone, or it's leather.  Even a little underdone is actually better.  It's the gravy, that has to be right, and that is tricky.  Liver and onions, though that is a start.  I'd like to find other ways to eat it, say in with scrambled eggs, or in some other sort of keto casserole?  If I could find butcher fresh, unfrozen, I might even slip some into a smoothie.  *wink*  Aye, with spinach (though, actually, you want your spinach cooked, oddly inversely).

Well... now that I have bent your taste buds out of contortion... good day, morning probably... or night for some of you foreigners.  You know who you are.  Later.