Late, if later would be better.

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I woke, stock, at 22:00.  The goal was midnight.  I couldn't go back to sleep, or even just recline and rest.  Sometimes the body just is ready to go.  So it was.  Up, and going, first thing.  Boxes down.  But I had to go up, anyway, for keys.  Something in a vehicle I need.  Should have looked for luggage, and taken that up, while at it.  Oh well.  But, I did, this time, find the luggage, and set it in the way.  The next time I go up, those pieces will go with me.

It was between 15:30 and 16:00 when I went to bed.  Down, hard, fast.  I slept so well.  When sleep itself is a dream, life is good.  Plus, I didn't sleep on anything wrong.  I haven't done that in a very long time.  I think once, perhaps two to three weeks ago?  So rare, not sure what is different, if I think sleeping on the floor is the thing.

I am, I think, staying up on medicine.  Including starting insulin back up.  Just fast acting, with meals, off the bat.  But the other will be added.  Wait?  It's... the next month.  I can start that again.  I was waiting for the new month, then... got lost with all other plans, happenings, and else.  Good, good.  Tonight.  I'll start that in the rotation tonight.  I take that any time in or near the real evening possible.  Say, between 18:00 and 02:00...  It's not exact.  But if I could be exact, I would be, and it would be taken 20:00 every night... well after any meals, snacks. or other insulin dosing.  But... that's not... how I can arrange my world.  Would love it, can't.

Tonight?  Sweeping the bathroom, filling waterers, then chores and a break.  After the break, a shower, rinsing the floor, maybe twice.  Then, later, mopping it with another type of cleaner.  I'll be looking for knee pads and a scrubber, so as to clean some very particular areas.  I want it clean, down to the shine!

If I can get through that, next is boxes.  Broken down, stacked, perhaps even taken out and loaded, whatever will fit.  As well, meals in there.  I am going to try shirred eggs again.  So very easy.  And the mess, if one butters the ramekins well, and wipes them out when finished, then soaks them immediately, is nothing.  But, that isn't enough enough.  I need something more substantial, at some point.  With burger crumble, the world is rather open.  It might not be keto, but neither are most options open to me.  A fast food meal versus, beans and burger, versus, spaghetti or goulash... that's... sort of where I am at.  Becoming low on funds, so... would rather eat at home.  And, haven't had 'pasgetti in a while.

If anything else can be done, clearing the counters in the kitchen.  While work is hit and miss, and some days nothing or next to it is done, progress is being made.  I am getting from one room to another, one project or task or chore at a time, and slowly getting ahead.  Keeping the bathroom crisp, will help.  A place of centering from which all else will extend.  But having a trim bathroom and kitchen would be a spectacular start, upon my return, of getting the rest of my man cave in order.

I tell you, He is coming.  If I am not ready, I won't have not tried.  Rip and tear, in a different way.  If I fail, my flesh will fail first.  For Him?  The world.  My flesh is, currently, of this world.  For Him, let it be consumed.  It may not even be what He wants, but it... is what will have to be.  Rip and tear, not for some tomorrow.  For Him, tomorrow.  Amen.

Well, on to... chores first?  Yes.  Then any waterers needed can be filled from after that.  Actually, sweeping first, in the bathroom.  Then chores.  Ugh.  Later.

Maybe a bit more?

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Chores went well.  Quickly.  All of them.  Plus a fresh pail of water to fill waterers, and refresh the girls' water.  I hit the dishes too, though they aren't finished.  Easy enough, just bit greasy.  Next time, I will to a prescrub, use a paper towel, get it all out.  Other than that, they are coming clean fairly easily.  Two other groups of dishes.  Not much.  I just reset those, after a minor cleaning.

I was sure the upstairs would be hot.  It is 80 outside, and I left the windows open, so of course, no ac.  Just the fans, going at full tilt.  Very strangely, it was only 72 up there.  I closed everything up, and turned the ac on, just one these days.  May not be necessary?  With it hitting 80, at around 13:30, yes.

I would like to do the waterers, hit and hopefully finish the dishes in there, then maybe hit the floor, sweeping, then a rinse.  Then clean and clear the mop and caddy for a fresh mopping 'tomorrow'.  That will get things set up well enough.  

I am getting at least one thing done.  And, have done several projects.  Oh, I will look for luggage, before bedtime, and take it up with me.  Nothing fancy.  A larger carry on, probably too big for these days?  It should do for my needs.  Nothing at all fancy, just functional and rational, light and strong, with wheels should I need them.

I'll let the dishes soak for an hour.  Then hit them.  Hopefully finishing them, rinsing them, and then drying them before letting them air dry.  It's not much, but it is better than just crashing and not doing anything.  Wasn't sure chores were going to get done.  Good night, morning, and day.

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Not fast, not sure, but getting to it.  I really want to be asleep.  I also really want to get some things done.  Dishes, washed.  All good, rinsing currently.  I wasn't up to finishing them off, but will shortly.  I have a timer set for an half hour.  If I can't then, perhaps another half hour.  I want those done.  I also have limits.  

As well, I am still hoping to get the waterers refilled and ready.  Then change the water container for the girls.  Perhaps, maybe, a shower after that.  Well, maybe not the shower.  I'd have to be awake a while longer, to let my hair dry.  Not going to airdry today, for an hour or two.  Too tired.

I may just push through, and get the dishes now.  So I can then quickly do the waterers, and cat water fix, then sleep.  Finally, good night.  Or... afternoon, and day, anyway.  It's already five past 15:00!?!  That's... good.  Yea, good night.

Well, no.

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Falling down.  Kept trying to get going.  Can't.  Will do chores, then go on to bed.  I... may try to do the dishes before going to bed.  Crashing.  Been crashing all night.  Ugh.  I have eaten, well, tonight.  But that isn't enough.  It seems I can only work every other, or even every third day.  Maybe less.  We will see.

Still, on the good side, I don't think garbage will be by today.  Holiday and all.  As I was getting some trash out, I looked around.  Flags, out, but no barrels.  Ahha.  Right.  This weekend?  Okay.  Still, I got most of it out.  Would like to get more.  Was running out of energy on that, and with the realization, I'll let the rest of that project go until 'tomorrow', when I wake.

I did turn the heat up, hoping that might help.  Not so much.  But it was a good idea.  It had potential.  That, and food, are often my problems.  I think it is just not having much to offer, and over doing even on that.  It's the little things, sometimes.  Right until it is the major things.  Sometimes it's both.  Sometimes it just can't be known, what the problem(s) is(are).  Meh.  I'll keep at it.

Why so tired?  I am sore, too.  I suppose, given how I am living, and in my condition, even a bit of work will get me.  I'll keep at it when I can.  Chores, for sure.  Then maybe dishes.  So a shower when I wake.  Good morning, day, and night.

Not moving fast.

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No work, so far.  Dinner, earlier.  Supper, soon.  Shirred eggs again, this time.  Three.  The oven should be warm now.

The plan is to do dishes, take a shower, rinse the floor, then begin another round of washing.  Sweeping, again, before any more wetwork though.  Things sure track in.  On, and there are a few waterers which need to be refilled.  More than what are in there, but I don't have enough water until I do chores next time.  I don't want to go our for a bucket of water until I do chores.

It seems chilly.  It reads 73, in here, but I don't think so.  Dressed warm, for what good that is doing me.  A hot meal might help.  And hot tea to go with it.  Had to check, it is 44 as the sun is rising.  Not cold, but cool enough, for sure.  Curious to see how warm it will get today.  We are well into fall, if we have been nearer fall than summer for a while now.  The world is changing.  No way to fix this, it is a solar thing.

Tea is steeping.  Shirred eggs will begin after this.  Then, a small break.  But the hope is that I can still finish some or all of that small list.  I would honestly like to complete the bathroom yet today, and start on boxes.  Oh, and trash has to go out.  At least to the barrel.  Though there may be enough to take it on out to the curb.

I am hoping I can finish these things.  Then begin on the rest of the dishes, the kitchen, and boxes broken down and removed.  This week, I hope.  Plus packing and preparing elsewise for the trip.  A week, two?  A month?  Soon.  I'll keep at it, as well as I am able.  Good morning.

A later wakeup.

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While I didn't do as much work as hoped, apparently it is enough to tire me.  I am pretty sure it was 11:30, or a bit later, when I went to bed.  It is, was, around 20:30 when I woke.  Actually, that isn't an exceptionally long sleep, it's just a later wake up to go with the later bedtime.  Eight hours seems to be the best, but six to ten hours is still in the optimal range.  Assuming I am up a longer, more natural, day.

Sleep was good.  Instead of dreaming of fighting, I was dreaming of... a woman.  Though, this time, one I was rejecting.  She asked me what I needed in a woman.  I told her, the ability to have children, and the willingness to let it happen.  Not really push it, not really try, but not prevent.  It either would happen or not.

She chortled at me.  Laughing that I would entertain any such notion at my age.  Then asked who I thought would marry me, with that ability.  I completely shut her down, by telling her.  No woman, I said.  I am, sort of, at this point, hoping I am done.  With what I want, and what is available, I will go without.

To be honest, if I could find a good woman to cohabit with, in marriage, if in name only... mostly... I would do that.  But this wasn't a good woman.  The look on her face.  Anger.  Rage.  A no, by any other name...  Oh, it's a real woman.  And, yes, she offered.  I didn't tell her anything, I simply didn't show any sign of interest.  She isn't my type.  For a thousand reasons.

Sleep was good though.  I am wearing out, working more frequently, every or every other day.  Better food, of late, since shopping, is helping.  I may try another round of shirred eggs tonight, just three.  Well, and a cheese and turkey breast deli sandwich.  Or... else.  Sandwiches are super, for a bit.  Then get real old, real fast.  Same with everything, really.  Maybe something with the meat crumble?  Dunno.

Tonight?  Trash to be collected and put out.  The dishes in the tub to be done, then a shower?  Maybe.  Then back to the floor.  I may need to find knee pads, and get down there with some sort of brush, to clean some areas better.  Bah!  Or, maybe take a scraper, and just edge it.  Dust has built up.  I really want that bathroom clean.  Will have it.  As well, breaking down boxes, getting those into the suv... ready to go soon.  And taking any others I can find out for a last box breaking session for now.  There may be other boxes, in time, which are found and collected.  But the majority of boxes, from years, here and there and everywhere, are pretty much done.

Oh, and chores shortly.  It's late, but they are used eating late.  Good evening, night really, and morning.  Amen.

Yes, well, some of it.

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Chores were done.  I know I looked, but can't remember the temp, then.  It is about 67 out, currently, at right around 10:30.  It got down to 40.  If it dipped below even that, I just can't say.  I meant to look, but time flew by.  It didn't seem all that cold though, oddly.

The shirred eggs went better than expected.  I made four, but, really, two or three should be quite enough hereon out.  But I didn't mind slightly overeating.  I tried a variety of mixes.  Fresh diced onion in all.  The rest had a mix of ham, cheeses (cheddar and munster on half each), and broccoli florets in two thirds of them.

Okay, they kept not looking done.  If there is one thing that will throw my gag reflex into overdrive, it is underdone egg... of just about any sort.  So, I kept baking at it.  They probably baked, at 350, for... twenty minutes?  I finally decided, despite appearances, they had to be done.

I pulled them, then let them cool for five minutes.  Then, a bit fearfully for they still appeared undone, dug in.  Boy, those were fine!  My moth is still watering, for more.  The combination, any of them, were quite delicious.  I could see putting bacon on top, letting it crisp right in there, or other cold cuts.  Any cheese I like would be fine it it.  And so easy.

There are the dishes, but with the butter, I think that will be a snap.

I then scrubbed the floor one last time.  I probably won't get to the dishes in there, so won't shower.  I also won't get a rinse done, but that is fine.  I have... done well.  Well enough.  There were a few extras I did, here and there, as well.  It'll get done.  I am about to crash.  I will get the trash out, later tonight.  And finish with dishes, those soaking.  As well, I'll continue the list as I am able.  So very tired, worn, sleepy too.

Good morning, and night. 

A late start.

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Just because?  Medicine?  The cooling world?  Less sun?  I can't say.  I was almost beginning to worry nothing would get done!  So run down, I just wasn't able to push through.

Finally, though... a bit of it.  I finished clearing the room.  Of things I thought would be needed.  And, they were, just... not where they were.  Well, and the toilet paper dispenser had to remain.  UNTIL it had to go.  Same with the plunger and toilet brush, too, actually.  You never know.

As mentioned, sweeping absolutely first thing.  And, other than clearing the bathroom in order to sweep, sure.  So it went.  Then the toilet, outside, top to base, washed and washed again, then rinsed a time or three.  Clean, very clean.  The bowl itself was already clean.  Still, a final wash of that area while I was at it.

Then the sink basin, the underside.  It is a rather fancy little kit.  The bowl, as with the toilet bowl, was clean.  But the underside was needing washing.  This stuff takes any gunk, grunge, or funk off!  Lemocide, is what it is called.  Love this stuff.  I've never had anything work this well.  I should mention, I have probably never washed the underside of my sink.  Most likely my mother did.  But that's been... a while.

Finally, the mirror was cleaned.  It cleaned so easily!  Done.  I didn't... wasn't up to dishes.  But I was able to mop.  I gave it a very good scrubbing.  I will probably mop it again, with the bleach water.  Then, after it dries, rinse it with clear clean water, twice, letting it dry between.  Then a mopping with Lemocide.  Then a few rinses after that.  Should be... spiffy... after all that.

Sometime, this morning, if a bit later after it warms(?), chores.  I reset waterers, before all that.  I had plenty ready, just... trying to keep not only up, but well ahead.  If possible.  Fresh water for the girls, shortly.  Oh, and I remembered, their food is running a bit shy.  So I reordered food, wet and dry.  I may need to order cat litter, and leave some money as well, just in case.

I will have a clean bathroom.  And I may get the boxes out.  I might even get the kitchen clean and clear, or at least of dirty dishes.  Bits and pieces, I suppose.  I wont' get the whole house, but... some things.  I am trying to gear up, as much as anything.  I won't be able to keep her place tip-top, but I can... do small areas, cook a few meals with enough for leftovers, help with the dishes, help with the laundry.  But I certainly can't do it all.  Or I would be.  It's how I operate, if I can.  I just... can't.  Or, as mentioned, it would be done.  I hate living in a mess.

Anyway.  At least I got some of it up and going.  I figure I will at least mop once more.  I am also hoping to rinse it twice, and do the dishes.  The chores will have to be done.  Maybe boxes, if I can get even farther.  I need to eat, something.  Just not sure what.  Thinking of trying shirred eggs.  I'm just not sure how long to really expect it to take.  And, with cheese on top, it's difficult to tell.  I'll... do a bit more research... more on what to look for, or how to tell.  I'd like it a little runny, at least not rock hard.  But even two wouldn't really be enough.  Something, something else?  Or, maybe, a fatted coffee and two of those would do?  Maybe.  Yes, cream is back on the menu, boys!

A bit of a break though.  I'll set the timer.  Hopefully the bathroom will be dry in an hour.  Then another scrub, another hour, then rinses.  Hmm... I may end up being awake later today than hoped.  But... all good.  While I may want to sleep, I wouldn't mind accidentally reclaiming the day.  Amen.

Yes, I know it is Sunday.  What was it about... when your ass is in a hole?  Right.  Well, it sort of is.  Amen, again I say to thee brother, amen.

Right at 19:00?

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Must have been.  Perhaps an half hour before, if I was moving slower than I think?  Maybe.  No later and probably no earlier.  Up.  I tried on some sandals which arrived.  Two pair, to compare.  Three tightening bands, mostly for indoor shoes, a replacement of those horrible plastic flip-flops.  Well, they... served their purpose.  I just wasn't able to replace them, until now.  Actually, I think I will keep both pair, and maybe purchase a few more... for storage/backup.

First thing, chores.  Done and done.  The critters are a lot more pleasant, when their feed and water is regular, regulated, and enough.  It is how I prefer it, not always absolutely possible.  But, lately, and usually, working like a charm.  Momma bunny still hasn't popped.  It's going on 39 days.  Not... sure why she isn't laying, or even tufting fur, in the cage or kit box.  But, she isn't pooping in there, either.  There is room for her to get in, I just don't understand!

I hit the cat litter, too.  Sam wanted out, and wanted to stay out.  I didn't want to feed her outdoors because I know she will be just a bit.  I also need to fetch them fresh water, and get water to refresh the waterers.  Oh, and I need to get that mouse trap working again.  The little louts!  They have learned to hide from the ducks, at least.

It is down to 72, or was when I was out.  Probably cooling quickly?  I hope it doesn't drop into the 30s again tonight.  That may have just been a fluke, something passing through, and quickly.  As it was up to 62 by 09:30 or so, when I was out for morning chores.  Humidity reads 43%, which seems high.  But there is... something, from somewhere.  And I think the fires are pushing moisture our way, away from their areas?  Who knows... odd, is all I am saying.

Tonight?  Back to the bathroom.  But, getting really close.  I may finish the dishes in their, after sweeping.  Mop, let the bleach solution dry, rinse.  When that dries, shower, then hit it with the other stuff.  Not... products to be mixed.  But, when dried and rinsed, it should be fine.  Should be.

Dinner is warming.  It will be an hour or two after that before I work again.  Sweeping, first.  Then dishes.  Then mopping?  Yeah.  I... I think I can.  Oh, I may clean the porcelain column holding up the sink, and the toilet, after sweeping.  THEN, do dishes and mop.  Should I do the mirror in there, too?  Yes.  Yes, I think so...  So... sweeping, column, toilet (the body of it, outside, the inside is quite clean, mostly dusty), mirror, then dishes, and mopping, rinsing, and a shower.  That... is the plan.  Ugh.

Later. 

Not as much as hoped.

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A shower, forgot the trim.  Dishes in, after, but that will be it.  Two loads.  There is space for the mop and caddy, when I go to do that, assuming I haven't finished the dishes.  I didn't sweep, I obviously won't mop.  I am clean, dressed in case someone dropped by, but I am about to go to bed.  Just... getting ready.  It takes a while, sometimes.

I'll have a bottle of water, look things over online one more time, then go on to bed.  I'll take the water with, and finish it on medicine.  I've been keeping up, so far.  I took the medset upstairs, it needs refilled.  Maybe when I wake?  I need to find luggage, and get that up there.  A good thing to work on when just waking, or going to bed, but only one project a time, and not every time.  Just... try to do little things as I go to sleep or wake, every other day, or so.

Good day and night.

Almost... there.

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Nothing extra.  I have finished the dishes which were soaking.  Not all of the dishes were soaking, not even all the dishes were in there.  But, what was in there were finished, washed twice, rinsed, dried by towel, then set out to finish air drying.  And the wash tubs were cleaned, allowed a bit of drying time, then stacked out of the shower.

Chores, too, were finished.  It has warmed quite a bit, or seems to have.  Rabbits and ducks, watered and fed.  Cats will get a bite, soon, and their litter tended.  I did that last night, but it needs it again.  As well, a shower, before I go to bed.  But I will have to stay awake for another hour, after the shower.  So be it.  I just hate going to bed with a wet body, and head.  I may be keeping my beard, but I may trim certain areas.  Just cleaning the edge, really.

Not a bad night.  Sure, I didn't... oh, as I am going to bed, I may mop in there... a first go... and just let it dry as I sleep.  But, I didn't get two cleanings in there.  And I didn't get all the dishes, even just those in there, finished.  And I didn't touch the boxes, or get more from around the house gathered.  I did do what I could do, and a bit more than I thought, when it hit me, was going to get done.

Yea, best get the litter tended, cats fed, and a trim, and then a shower.  I will put what dishes remain in there, as well, to a soak.  I think two smaller loads will be it for in there.  Leaving room for the mop and bucket.  Then finish by actually mopping.  Hmm... it may need swept, again, first though.  Yes, yes that last.  Then the rest of it will go forward.  Good... day, and night.

Dinner was reasonably good.

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It sure got cold fast.  A bed of cold lettuce, I suppose, was part of it.  Still hungry.  I gave it a good hour, to do it's thing.  Means I need more?  I have something else in the works.  The nice thing about beef crumble is it is good for a thousand and one dishes, fast or slow.

Still hoping to hit the dishes, get a shower, and mop the floor.  It may yet happen.

I went out, the check the temperature this morning.  It was 36 degrees!  I about froze delicate parts off.  Wasn't quite expecting that.  It was 78, inside, at least in the front room, yesterday!  Quite a precipitous drop.  Wow. what a hit.  It seems to be hitting early.  Though it could be a fluke.  Those happen too.  Though it has been a cooler summer.  We did get two months of heat, rather than one last year.  And we got hit pretty hard, and for a goodly spell from time to time.  Still, it's... cooler.

My friend may be back, from his trip.  Very good.  I am hoping to get a hand from him, or his brother, soon.  Mostly with the hutches, getting them rearranged.  Well, and the water heater.  Bleh.  For pay, of course.  If he has the time.  Oh, well, and I may show him what, in Minecraft, I have done with the place.  And I have a few things to show, maybe show off.  He has at least one of the items, maybe both.  But I have some extras with one of my new tools.  Nothing fancy, but... new for me.

I just finished the second dinner.  It'll be a bit before I can get going.  But I'd like to be awake until nine or ten, for morning chores.  When it is colder, a cold snap, I try to give them a little more time in the morning.  To get going, wake up.  And, possibly, to let it warm up.  Even in the winter, I try to feed a bit later in the day.  It just work better.

Later.

Goodie.

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Getting there.  I did finish those pots and pans.  Started the hamburger.  Started the other dishes.  Couldn't do everything at once, tried though.  Almost started in on the bathroom hall while at it.  But, yeah, no.  When the burger is finished, dinner.  I think the salad may still be good for one last meal.  A base of salad, burger on that, and shredded cheese on top of all that.

I really think, possibly, I will finish the dishes in there, get a shower, set the next batch of dishes up, and then mop yet today.  A rinse?  More dishes?  I don't know about much else, but... that may well get done.  I always think more is possible.  Even if I could work as hard and long as I would like, I still couldn't do everything planned.  No one could, probably.

Very good to be at it.  Even if I feel like I am slogging through.  I definitely need breaks.  But I am working well.  It will all be there tomorrow.  And, I think, as I acclimate to medicine again I will be at it tomorrow.  To have a perfectly clean bathroom, or as close as I can do, will be nice.  Then to keep it up, and clear a bit more in here, before I go.  Boxes, and maybe part or all of the kitchen.  Counters at least, and dishes.

I need to hit it, not sure when mom will be going home.  She thinks, maybe, that it will be at least a week.  But... I don't think doctors really keep her in the loop.  For them, it's how much they can get out of medicare and medicade, not about her at all, I suspect.  Up to some point.  And that they aren't going to tell her or... they will just let her stay until they don't, I suppose.  So, I best hurry.

And, I want to get the rabbit hutches moved, creating a minor cloister for them.  And get the other cage up and in, and sorted.  Ugh.  But so much to do, and I can only work just so fast.  Plus only so long, and only when possible.  There is the near dinner bell.  Might not be ready yet, but best check.  Later.

Murder lot of work.

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Those pots and pans, the few I started with, took a lot of work.  I think I finally have them beat.  They had gotten tacky, that was difficult to get off.  Actually, anything left in them was the easy part.  That all of it, came out with the first soak and a good scrub.  Not so the tacky, I think, oil, somehow almost cooked on.

As I said, nearly done.  Just letting them rinse, while I take a breather.  I hit them twice, in a row, this last shot.  And with new stuff.  Sometimes dish soap doesn't cut it.  I have a degreaser which is made for industrial, but it generally safe.  I wouldn't drink it, but I would cook off what it has cleaned.  I... didn't buy it blindly, if I... can still be wrong.

And, with the freezer ready, some will be dried and left to further air dry.  While one will be used to fry the burger, probably a smaller stock pot.  As well, I have one other batch of dishes.  I will do those, until they are done, then take a shower.  Hopefully right before having a meal.  Then I will put the rest of the dishes in, which should still leave room for the mop and caddy.  And I will sweep, one last time, in there.  Then mop, rinse, let dry.  Then maybe sweep again, and hit it with this other cleaner.  Yea, it works on floors too.  I am rather impressed what this all cleans.  And sanitizes.  And how well it cleans.  It was the only thing which would touch whatever backs into my sink.

Heck yea.  But a break.  I have been gaming between sessions.  And I have been able to hit it pretty hard, if not for very long.  Work, work, sit.  Hmm, sounds like a flat tire!  Or my heart.  I am hungry.  And I can't wait for the shower.  But... all things in their time.  Later.

Well, that went fast!

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Not... done.  Not even done to begin.  BUT... I got a good start.  Have to sit, but.

I cleared and cleaned the freezer top.  Then sorted pots and pans.  Yea, that... wasn't so fun, but it is done.  At least to this point.  I set up two small dishpans of dirty dishes, including pots and pans which might make cooking the burger a short task.  Then set up water for coffee or tea in a bit.

The dishes, especially pots and pans, may take quite a bit of work.  Steel wool, a chainmail patch, whatever will get it done.  I'll give it an hour, then hit it the first time.  It may take... a few shots.  Soaking with soap, very hot water, and then hit with anything I've got.  Then, when that is done, to cook the burger.

I'll want to further clear the stovetop, and clean that to the bare as well.  I can do that while giving the pots and pans and else their first and maybe second cleaning.  As well, in there, I will sweep the bathroom floor, and begin clearing the little hall, maybe working on the long hall.  Uhrm... if I hit anything, it will just be the bathroom hall area.

Ugh... too much to do, so little energy.  But... it has started, and a nice start to it, finally.  Now for some coffee, a bit of gaming, and setting the timer for an hour, hour and an half perhaps.  Later.

Chores.

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Done, almost as I finished writing?  Before?  I... can't remember.  But, finished right around that time.  Then the girls.  Their food and litter.  I think I even did get their water tended.  Popcorn, for dinner.  Rare, but it happens.  Not enough, or the right, food.  Planning on frying the burger.

Actually, getting to the frying is the next hurdle.  Hopefully I can get that done, then get on to the rest of dishes.  Probably just pulling them, so as to take a shower.  Then, put them back, get some of them started, and get back to the floor in there.  I keep trying.  And, so far, failing.  So tired.  Restarted meds, it killing me.

The warmth, of weather, is back.  It doesn't chase much past sun down, but it isn't getting cold, or even really cool, yet.  And for now, I am grateful for that.  I actually can handle the upper 70s to low 80s well.  I suspect much above 70 and I begin to imperceptibly slow down.  At 80, I'm not moving fast or well, but feel okay.  Much as when it cools.  When it hits, say, 50, I can really begin slowing.  The difference is, when it gets cooler, I can add clothes, layers, types of items, which keep me warmer.  With the trick being to stay warm without overheating... and needed to wash and change clothes more often, with sweat and else becoming an issue, in a different way, and in specific areas.

Yea.  This fall and winter I am hoping to manage my layering better.  To keep myself at a working temperature, healthier, and as fit as possible.  I would like to figure out how to do more, in the cold, than I can do in the heat.  But there will always be limits, especially as age catches up to health, doubling the saddlebagging of ill health.  Still... I'll... keeping doing what I can.

Someone, in a dream, asked me if combat requires strength, great strength.  They were questioning my capacity to war.  I had to laugh.  I asked them how many fights they had been in, or how much combat they had experienced.  Well, never, not yet, I was told.

Ah, that is the truth of it, I said.  One, or even seven to ten fights, and you might still believe strength is the main thing.  Dozens, scores, and... by then a real vet... you realize that combat and hand to hand only utilize strength to a degree.  Size does matter.  Reach, mass, a few other things come into play.  As with strength.

Further, with experience, lots of it, you realize agility, focus, knowing how to take and give pain, these are vastly more important.  I myself question my ability.  It has been a very long time.  I think the last time I smashed a human was in... the mid 1990s.  He struck me, three times in the back of the head, obviously from behind.  I turned, and even trying not to hurt him, put him in the hospital for a week or two... with three punches.

Still, that has been a very long time ago.  But, it had been... about that long since my last thrashing handed out, to some other foolish human.  Oh, he was about my size, if I had him by 50 pounds and an inch or two.  Still... comparable.  I was both, I suspect, born and developed the thrash.  Even so, age... may have dulled my skills.  But, as mentioned, strength isn't where it is at.  Having absolute strength superiority is good, but it won't do well against a tried and well experienced vet, cut loose to kill.

Oh, and if I am faced with such a strength, I won't... struggle... against that.  I will shatter his parts before he can finagle that against me.  I don't fight, anymore, if required.  I will, however, if possible, kill... if totally outclassed in some way.  If... I can.  And if I have no choice.  Don't... press luck, is what I suggested to So-and-who-zits.  

And, it... wasn't just the answer for the dream.

Anyway... on to something.  First to clear and clean a pan, and a space to cook.  Then, while cooking, opening up the tub for a shower, then eating.  And, finally, putting some dishes to soak and getting ready to hit the bathroom.  Oh... and opening up the freezer top.  Gah!  I can... hope.  Later.

Sleep was so needed!

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I had the ac on.  Sleeping at 75~76 yesterday busted my mackerels.  I don't sleep well, would even suggest it be called fevered sleep.  I don't get rested, I don't do well.  But, it... has been worse.  Last night helped with whatever was deficient from the night before, but it will take several nights to get back into trim.  Though part of that may be starting medicine.

I keep missing insulin.  But will work on that.  Oh, and last night, the water pills finally... made it all happen.  I drained between five and six liters.  The bad thing is, I did it so fast I began cramping.  It had to go, it really was becoming a problem.  It hampers thinking, so much extra fluid, it hampers physical activity, it develops exhaustion... it does a lot of bad things, and can kill all on it's own.  I am sure it kills some portion of those with bad hearts, especially if meds are missed.

I made my purchases, for the month, before the end of the month.  In case I have to fly quickly.  A fresh sleeping mat, for at my mom's.  As well, portions for my first aid kit.  While there, I want to have kit for any wounds.  Minor as they are, and how things are, I will tend wounds on her and myself quickly and rightly.

A few other things I wanted.  A few last things recently, which are still on the way.  But done with online for the month.  Most of that arrived today, and has been arranged, where particular things go... or mostly.  I have set a few things to be put up more specifically later.  But they are in the general area, it just... would take more fussing that I can, right now.  But, most of it is put up exactly.

I also called my mother, before bedtime, to let her know why my brother hasn't called.  She found out, herself, by doing as I did.  She called, and kept it brief.  She is sounding better.  And, that she called my brother was a good sign.  I kept it short, don't want to call her too often, she sours on that in short order.  *grins*  Fussy old hen!  But, I think, this time, she appreciated my effort.  It was a good, in her book... keeping her in the loop, or trying.  While it was, sort of, bad news... giving her news, I thought, would keep her mind active.  Nothing like being left out, behind, and such to slowly begin to fail.  Older women live on the details of lives.  Heck, middle aged men, with no life, do as well.  It is the stories, even true or waxed a bit, which hold the spice of life.  Spice IS life, I would say.  It's... the stories...

I am hoping to get back to work today.  Late (if early for me) chores first.  Then opening the freezer top, clearing and cleaning that to begin dishes.  Then to set dishes to soak, whole making room in the tub so as to deal with the mop, both rinsing and refilling the caddy, and then mopping.  I think I can, I think I can.

If I can do that, or maybe if I can't get that going, I would like to hit the boxes, tearing them down, collecting any finally lost box sheep and herding them to where they too can be broken down.  Those two things, plus chores, cats, and maybe a shower in there somewhere.  I want the bathroom exceptionally clean.  Then move to the hallways, clear and clean those.  Then the kitchen.

Plus, on the fringes, I want to start getting my kit ready to go.  It's no problem to have it ready, and waiting, for a few weeks.  Clothes don't go bad in luggage.  Nor will toiletries.  But... do these things, mainly, in the morning and at night as I go to bed.  I think I can, I think I can, I think...  I can?  I can.  Probably.

Good evening, day, and maybe for you, night.  Amen.

I thought it was Saturday already!

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Doing the overnight uptime thing can mess with perceptions.  You see Friday, sometime, but then think, maybe, that was yesterday.  No, no it isn't.  Easy to make the mistake the other way too.  Some things make sense for it.

Ducks and rabbits, fed and watered.  Cats fed and their litter cleaned.  I'll do their water this afternoon, when I do the ducks a second round.  No kits, but she isn't using the kit box as a litter box.  Yet.  Silly girl, taking her time.

Nothing fancy.  It is closing in on ten, and I am still awake.  But it is about that time.  Medicine was taken.  I have done what I can do.  Good night.

Just couldn't quite get to bed.

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While I couldn't get any more work done, I also could not sleep.  My mind was thinking of what to do, when, how.  It just wouldn't shut down.  The salad was still good.  I had two bratwursts remaining as well.  I heated those, sliced them, and added them to the salad.

I don't like the Newman's Best ranch as well as other ranches.  But it was the best, by ingredient list, I could find.  And inexpensive, oddly.  For dipping it doesn't do at all, though I would use it over other options.  But, on a salad proper, it is better.  Their italian dressing is really good though.  Not a complaint, just noting.  I used to the ranch.

A nice keto meal, possibly for tomorrow, will be cold cuts, wrapped around a teaspoon of cream cheese.  Say four to six of those.  Tasty and, in my case, pretty good for me.  Six?  Maybe eight.  Just one slice of meat, so...  Then frying burger into crumble.  If the salad will last just one more meal, that would work well together.  The meat spiced hot, and varied with else.  The meat will be the dressing.

If I can keep it together.  At this point I am trying to stay awake until I can do chores.

The best chicken I have ever made, or had?

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Grilled.  The last of it, from yesterday.  Refrigerated.  Pulled out just as I was about to cook it.  The grill was given just fifteen minutes to heat up, and it heated to a more moderate, medium high, than a fierce heat.  So I took my time with it.  Oh, before I put it on, I added salt, pepper, ground coriander, and onion and garlic powders.  Like a spice based shake-n-bake formula.

Then out to the grill.  She was cooking slowly.  The first flip I did after five, but after that, every seven minutes.  I flipped twice, then shut it down and let it steam in there for three minutes.  Then I gave it three minutes, I think, to cool down.  Sam had gone out, as I was bringing it in.  I let her stay out there until I was finished!  Oh, she was a bit hot, until she got a portion.

Done, through, to perfection.  And, yet, so very moist.  I hadn't marinaded or brined.  But the juice in this.  About the third one, as I was taking a bite, I got a huge shot of juice in the eye!  That part wasn't so great, but it was worth the flavor to have to work on that.  Amazing.  Oh, and the spice mix was to die for.  Just drumsticks, not a lot of meat on them.  How they got that juicy, I don't know.  But quite a meal.  You can pay good money and not get close to these.

It is about bedtime.  Very early.  I have been staying up until 08:00 to noon at least once.  I am going down at just nearing 02:30.  But, if it can help me work, I'll do it.  And, I think it can, will.  I'd like a bite yet, though.  Perhaps some salad.  If it is still good.  In any case, that $10 family salad, even if finished, has served me well... giving me three or five meals, alone.  Once with tuna, tonight again if it is still good.  It seemed expensive, but looked like plenty.  Had tomatoes, sliced cucumbers, and carrot bits, at least.  I added a pack of mushrooms, just raw.  Very nice.

Good night.

Going with instincts, against emotion.

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It's paying well.  It's what I usually do, if I have the capacity.  Not always able.

First, was calling my brother, calling my mother first.  Checking, exploring, even with a notion of hurt feelings.  I didn't want to call, didn't want to know, liked being angry?  Suspicious?  Beset?  Something like that.  Called anyway.  Cleared things up, at least to some degree.  Check.

Then, got to chores.  I've delayed, because moving a fifty pound bag of feed seemed too much.  It still seemed too much.  But, I did it anyway, hoping it wouldn't be.  It wore me out, but wasn't too much.  And, I feel much better for it.  Plus, all the animals are fed, watered, and up to snuff.  The maybe momma still hasn't spit out any little ones.  I am leaving the kit kennel in there one more day.  Then I will pull it for several days, and refresh it with fresh... something... and have it ready for in another day, or two.

Finally, just now, a tap on the door.  A package, delivered to the wrong address.  He could have kept it.  Unique name, too.  I'm a name collector.  A famous photographer, introduced to me by my last lady friend.  The woman had... tastes, good ones.  And a keen eye.

Anyway, I didn't want to answer the door.  I am... intimidated by the door.  Knocks at it.  At times.  But, having such good luck, lately, at pushing my luck, I answered.  And, glad I did.  It's a floor mattress for my trip home.  I'll have it, and a fresh smaller one.  I was worried, as it stated delivered but... I was, next, going to check the post office.  They have left things there before.  Thank you, very kindly, Ansel.

Hmm...  Having a rough time doing more.  But, there is hope.  It is about 78 out there.  A nice day, if I'd rather be slightly cooler, in here.  Here is to pushing luck, and keeping going even when it seems unlikely.  I do keep trying, but... I'm pushing everything, on top of restarting medicine.  So, maybe not today, or yet today.  I really think I will sweep and give it a first mop.  Later.