A wicked winter?

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You know, not so much.  Out here we got more snow than usual, or lately.  Someone was saying the old timers suggested it has been 25 years or so since there has been this much snow.  And while I have some some of the coldest snaps, even spells, since I have been here, I have also seen some of the warmest days in winter since I have been here... into the 50's.  I think it has been a darker winter, more overcast than usual.  That is subjective, just a sense, I haven't actually looked.  Then again I don't trust the news, not even local.

My sense of exhaution, though?  I was thinking it was just me.  My mother called to check in today.  While we were talking, we crossed that topic.  It's not just me.  She, her friends and coworkers, all seem to have some serious exhaustion this year.  Her weather out there seemed as difficult, or more perplexing, as ours.  I am wondering if it isn't the large changes in weather which are causing the problem, or even just that the sun hasn't been out so much?  In any case, it is good to know it isn't just me.  Probably.  I should ask around more locally.

Not much going on today.  I'd like to push through with Dante's final book.  I must admit, it is mostly lost on me.  I enjoyed the first, was curious about a part in the second, but this third book is... less appealing.  Too fictional, with less support from other both holy and theological writings.  Still, it is an amazing piece of work.  It pretty much would be, or contain elements, of the encyclopedia of his time, framed in poetry.  Science, religion, the stars, mythology, philosophy, geography (as they understood it), etc.  Amazing.  Still... too often, in this last book, *zzz*...

Later.

Not doing the best.

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I have had worse.  The only thing wrong, really, is that I can't quite sleep well.  Problems on the mind, as well as going through some part of my illness, on top of a minor infection.  When I scraped my leg, usually that just heals well by itself.  Not this time.  The wound area is sore and just a bit pink.  It actually is looking and feeling better.  I wish I had stocks of various antibiotics, I'd use one.  The other otpiion, I think, is to remove the scab, clean the area, then bandage it using triple antibiotic ointment.  I don't want to do that.  If it doesn't clear up in a few days, though, I will.  It's time for me to see the doctor, but I can't afford that unless my ss check comes in.  Having him deal with this, on top of my usual checkup, would be fine.  I can't go for medicine for reasons on their own, other than keeping my license.

I am sleeping hard, perhaps too hard.  My schedule isn't doing well, off.  I have been busting myself up trying to get to a day schedule, to make handling some of these problems a bit easier.  Actually, I probably woke a bit too early.  I may attempt returning to sleep.  I may go back to using the alarm clock, but this time not so much to wake me, but in an attempt to sleeping the right amount of time.  Health, thoush, sometimes, means that isn't an option.  Sometimes I have to sleep long.  Sometimes I can't sleep long enough.  Not always, or even often when everything is up in the air, a choice.

I'll keep at it.  Later.

The call, finally.

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I called today.  They do have my address changed, however the paperwork they sent with me has the old/wrong address.  I was told to mechanically change that address.  I asked what to expect.  I was told they will call me, though the operator did not sound confident.  It sounded more like he was telling me whatever he thought I wanted to hear.  I told him I am no longer with the V.A.  This isn't adding up.

I will change the address, then send it in the next time I am in town or even the next time I check my mail.  No postage is necessary.  There is other paperwork in there, but I didn't see that any of it seemed to require signatures or such.  I'm not in the best shape, so can't be absolutely sure.  No postage is necessary, there is that.

Yeah, took all week to get in mostly good enough shape to look things over then call.  No, they aren't looking out for me.  Honestly, I think they though the pressure would kill me.  I think they know exactly what is wrong and mean to use that against me.  If I was an illegal, they'd be bending over backwards to help.  We definitely need to fix this.  Trump has his hands full with spies from our government.  If he can figure that out, survive it, hopefully he'll then figure much of this out.

Later.

No idea when.

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I think I was awake until well after noon.  Then I planned a nap.  I was probably more tired than I thought.  I left the machines on, thinking two hours would be it... if I am reading things right.  I don't rightly recall and what I do remember might have been from yesterday or some other day.  Yeah, crashing hard when I crash.  Waking up with all the machines on, though, usually means I either thought I was going to get back up shortly or I crashed really hard.  I just don't think I crashed that hard, if I did sleep very well and long.  I simply misinterpreted the impulse to sleep, most likely.

I have been dreaming, but those aren't being remembered when I wake.  Hmm... maybe I turned the machine on, mid-sleep, in order to try to record a dream at some point?  I know that has been on my mind in the last few days.  But was it tonight, and in any case, did I carry through?  Yeah, I know.  Memory stinks when exhaustion is pummeling me.

Oh, I am hoping to make a call and sign and send the form tomorrow.  It is a threefolded form, so I can't capy it myself.  Might make a trip to town to get that done.  You can't trust these people at all.  They are just as likely to lose it, or create some problem with it, as to send it through and use it.  Accidentally or on purpose, they do not wish to help you, do their job, or get it done.  That is just how it is and we all know it.  I think they finally understand that most of us understand and so are openly hostile to us.  That... won't be successful either.

Oh, if I make it to town I can get some groceries.  Apples and pears were fantastic for an addition.  Mushrooms are a good add once in a while.  I am learning not to try to stock up on muschrooms though.  The canned are too salty and the fresh go pretty quickly, more so when I don't cook all that often.  And, really, raw mushrooms aren't all that great on salads.  Just... a nice add to cooked meats once in a while.  And milk has been wonderful, and I'll need more butter.  After trial and error, I have found certain brands of butter that I find better, affordable, and can freeze.  The better kinds go rancid if even left in the fridge, but freezing makes them last several months anyway.  I just don't do rancid.  Probably edible, mostly, just... no.

Hmm... on to waking and getting some information ready for the phone call.  Good morning, sooner or later for you.  Be well.

Not my rules.

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She has always accused me as such.  While... I do as I may to live by them, I didn't make them.  While I hope she will attempt to live by them, I can't even enforce that.  Oh... I'll give it a shot.  Sometimes to cover my butt, sometimes so I don't have to deal with my failures.  But I can't make her good, right, perfect.  And, honestly, trying is beyond me.  More so since I can't live that way myself.
Then there are singers, artists, out there who... seem to get me.  While this one plays her side, she also seems to... get some of it beyond her side.  Obvious, to me, in her presentation.  Dreams.  Stolen.  Sung?  Or... maybe I'm simply not as alone as I sometimes wonder.

With and at, I think, as she laughs at me again.  With, yeah, and at.

Oh... just... watching, remembering, adding, and thinking.  Dames... they... just get to me, even now.  Wouldn't want that to ever change.  Good... morning?  Yeah, and day if you have it left to you.

Just off.

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I was able to be awake until early to mid afternoon.  I can't be sure, but somewhere between 14:00 and 16:00 I had to go back to bed.  Was there a nap earlier?  Maybe.  I am starting to sleep better, become rested.  But I am needing more sleep.  Not only sleeping full rest periods after only a partial day, but also needing naps between full sleep cycles.  I'm not going to fight it, the cost ends up being a bit high... more sleep, and never feeling fully awake.  Yeah, after I have slept, or napped, I can wake more fully.  I just can't maintain it for long.

I have been trying to keep fed.  It's not perfect, but a little or more each day helps.  I can't always eat well, much as with resting right.  I can only do my best.  Unfortunately, I am well and truly out of money until next month.  If I want anything else, I'm pretty much just out of luck.  I think it'll work out.  Oh... wait... I do have pretty good room on my credit card.  I don't like to use it for groceries.  But, then, I can pay that part off immediately as soon as I get my checks in.  Yeah, okay, I'll probably do that later this week or early next.  Gotta have some milk once in a while, and fruit has been great.  At least I don't need to buy meat.  I can go pretty slim at the stores, but fruits and veggies are good once in a while just because.  And even a treat.

I have been doing my best to get potassium back up, and get back on vitamins... oh, and I started the water pill.  I might take a shot at getting carvedilol started again.  The stuff is heavy duty, and yet, if I can get back on top of it, like a medicine surfer, it seems to help.  Well?  Later.  Good morning if I don't post again before then.

Oh well.

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I sleep when I can, as long as I may, and am awake otherwise to varying levels of success at that.  At least, finally, after a few days of attempting to force my schedule around, if successfully, then sleeping as I was able, I feel... better.  I am not tired awake, unable to sleep well, and all.  I can't sleep as I should, or stay awake all that long, but when I do either I am more fully able to be at it.  I am not haunted with fatigue.

I am hoping to figure this out more through the week and do some work around here.  I think I'll be able to make some phone calls today, perhaps get going on some other things as well.  I need to find contact information for my doctor, otherwise the bureaucrats will try to contact the V.A. (who already know, I promise you, that I am no longer being seen at the V.A. (yeah, go fed bureaucracies!), will send information to them, then raise a stink that I'm "not being seen").  Look, as two federal bureaucracies, and as much as you must sign to get on social security, they know probably everything about me.  This cancelation of my disability check is just punishment for not being a good boy.  Heck, it might be another attack directed FROM the Vet Admin.  Yeah, really.

I only have a breast of the chicken I braised.  I hope it is good.  I won't be doing anything like chicken salad, I just don't... have clear and cleaned space to do that, or the energy.  Still, warmed and eaten, if it's good and I think so from the last check, it will provide good energy.  If I can get through half the dishes today, I'll set about boiling more eggs.  Those simply do well.  Oh, and with the fresh eggs, I plan to make more mayo.  Not sure what the problem is but I haven't beed doing that well lately.  This time I plan on drizzling in the light olive oil.  I didn't have to do that the first... four or five times.  Now it just isn't working.  Bleh!

Later.

Sleep is just not right.

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I was up early, took a nap midday, then was to bed by 21:00 almost exactly.  I woke sometime after midnight and could not get back to sleep.  At 3:00 I am going to try to slip back to sleep.  I'm not sure what it is up.  This is unusual, even for me.

I was glad to have purchased fruit the other day.  Apples and pears, nothing fancy but I miss it when it's been a while.  I'll work the salad up tomorrow, work on the meat that was cooked, and have another apple or pear.  Pears seem to go bad more quickly, compared to the apples I usually buy.  So... pears first.  Sometime I'd like to bake those with something.  Just... to be different?  Yeah.  Might have to see which pears bake best.  And a better time for them to roast/bake.  I doubt if they need a full half hour.

Yeah, I'll try to get on back to bed.  Good night again.

Went down hard and fast.

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Some nights I take my socks off, some nights I choose to keep them on.  Never to I conciously choose to take only one of them off.  All night, as I neared wakefulness I knew something was wrong.  Not until nearly waking for the final time did I realize what the problem was.  Yes, one sock on, one off.  I was awake long yesterday.  Crashed hard when I was able to go in for sleep.  I had hoped to stay up a few hours more.  From waking with one sock, I realized I probably pushed it as was.

I went to bed somewhere after 17:00, and before 18:00... probably and give or take.  I slept hard, maybe too hard.  Ever have one of those nights where you can't sleep right?  I actually think I was sleeping too hard to sleep right.  That is how it felt, and how it feels this morning.  I slept unt 4:00, give or take a quarter, which was quite a long sleep.  I still feel pretty shot.  If I were a betting man I would lay a small wager that a nap will be in play, and before noon.

Dishes, laundry, and some phone calls today.  My mortgage company, while clearing me, wrote my insurer saying they weren't involved in my home anymore.  Now that they have retaken the loan, they refuse to talk to my insurance company without my permission.  Yeah, as I said, they are just screwing with me.  This is what happens when you question the remnants of Zero's government.  This will change.  Hopefully we see a lot of these people stripped of jobs and any power to screw with Americans for noticing our government has had a brownout.

A few more things, and a bit of time, and it should be back in order.  Later.

Yeah, rough though.

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I did make it in.  A haircut first, then shopping.  I am absolutely fried.  Wasn't it 18:00 when I got up yesterday?  I dunno, maybe I'm confused.  I am really shot.  I think I'll just crash.  Later.

A bit burned out.

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I won't get it all done.  I have gotten the trash together and out, including clearing the refrigerator.  I ate another meal, though seem to just be missing something.  Medicine was consumed.  A shower next, then setting up some of the dishes.  Not all of them, just... some.  I won't be doing dishes today, though I may cycle the rinse, when I get to that point, as I can.  The haircut is set for 16:00.  Later than I'd like.  It'll be a push to get in.  Tired.

Still, I do hope to get it all going, get the cut, then hit the grocery store.  I should write a list.  What... milk, eggs, cream, butter, cabbage, lettuce?  Maybe apples and other fruit?  I really would like to have some snacks.

I don't think I can take care of some of the other business.  I am too tired and stretched to deal with that today.  But I will get it tomorrow, I am sure.  Just a few calls.  And, if I can find the phone I purchased, I'd like to get that going, then cut my Verizon connection.  I'll just keep my mother on, for local, long distance, and travel.  No "smart" plan and only one line should cut quite a bit.  But that won't be today, maybe not tomorrow.  Depends upon when I can find the phone.

Later.

Food, now that I'm nearing being awake.

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I still have chicken, and roast beef.  But I had thawed hamburger with it and want to cook it before it turns.  It still smelled good.  I have learned to sniff-test all meats.  If it has a certain smell, even a bit, best to just toss.  I hate doing it but I won't eat it and wasting the energy cooking it is a nuisance, and more.  I hate when I've just cooked something up, and my body has readied for a meal, only to have to toss it.  Well, and cooking and spicing meat will add a bit more shelf life.  Plus, there isn't much chicken or roast beef left.  Something a bit different would be good.

I have a lot planned for today.  I'll do what I can.  I best check what time the hair cut is scheduled.  I'd like to keep this and maybe two more appointments going for that, then take some time off from that, see how it works out.  Phone calls, a time to check, a shower after food and then after taking out the trash... and clearing the fridge.  Ugh.  Lots of stuff.  Still, it's possible this might be a return to work week.  I don't feel up to it but I don't care how I feel.  I'd like to start smacking the cave back into shape.  I enjoy working and a clean places.  As much of both as I can get.

On to something else or other.  Oh... watching snippets of history documentaries, so long as they keep politics out and don't go (too far) astray.  A little b.s. is doable, going to happen.  Just... don't botch the truth.  I'm not sure if that is some local, regional, or international thing... or if it's some agenda propositions that have been, or mostly, forgotten, foreign or domestic.  Hard to tell, sometimes.  Though documentarians, sometimes, are just stupid and/or ignorant.  Bleh.

Later.

Sleep and all is sort of just shot.

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I can't remember exactly when I went to bed.  More because I pushed as far as I could.  Was it noon, 13:00, maybe 14:00 or later?  As I near the edge of a majory push into wakefulness thought becomes rarified and memory drifts into dream territory.  I woke at 23:00 though, pretty much close enough and for sure.  I tried to sleep longer, and, being that I woke several times a few and single hour before that, and was able to go back to sleep, I did well actually.

The trash has to be collected and put out.  Yeah, it... more than needs it.  Beside the normal stuff, I have something in the fridge.  If I get that out, I hope to get a shower, then do some dishes.  Maybe clean a bit more in hopes of gettign even more trash out... just clutter trash, but it's always good to have that gone.  The world is a creepy place, when it comes to... what is around us, what is required to live.  Yet we all have to live with it, deal with it, our own and even others sometimes.  Rather than learning to hate, perhaps, wherever we are, we should just go with the humility of it.  If someone does this for you, be grateful.  If you live in a clean house, and don't do much of it, or any of it?  Yeah.

I'll try to get to work this week.  I've set up a smaller medicine grouping for this week.  Potassium, vitamins, and the water pill for now.  After I feel more caught up, I'll hit the rest.  Oh, while I won't buy more losartin... too expensive for too little good, if it has no side-effects, I will take the rest of it.  I am adding it to my routine for this week, and on until it is gone.  It only ever brought the b.pressure down by two to five points, barely measureable.  If it does other things... it did seem to smooth life, but not... critically.  Money, money, money, and reason.  I have to do what I can, as I may, and no more.

I have an hair cut on schedule today, too.  Which I mean to make.  I'll do just a bit of shopping while in town.  Cabbage, salad, eggs, cabbage, butter, milk, and cream.  The goal is to keep the costs way down.  Just the cheapest good foods that might last a bit.  And I need to call the social security office, make sure they actually did change my address (though, now that I think on it I think I got a print out of that), and figure out what is really up.  Oh, and give them my new doctors contact info.

So... there is all that.  What?  I don't know.  I'll read this when I am more awake, say a prayer in hopes God can keep me on track and...  We'll see.  Good morning, day, and start to your week.  Bleh?  I know, I know.  Good fortunes!  Right after caffeine and food?  Yeah.

Lights out.

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I went down so very hard after that last post that I can't remember the time.  I looked at the post, for the time.  Having just woke... I think it was 5:58?  Close to 6:00, I think.  Though I am not sure if the time is when the post was started or posted.  I'll be checking.  Oh, and if uses the computer time, it will be off.  Though I think there is some weird time distortion when I post.  As I've suggested, no matter what I do to fix it, it remains.  It is for an emergency shut-down of blogs and the ability to eliminate posts that might print something they don't want out.  If they have found that is not enough time.  By far too little.  *blink*

The thing is, I woke a bit after 18:00.  That would be a twelve hour sleep.  In my condition, it's probably needed.  All good.  I'm still remember that chicken with a smile.  And it didn't just sit in my stomach, as food sometimes does.  I am looking forward to a cut of the beef roast as well.  I'd sure like to work some of the leftovers into various things though.  Not sure I'll get to it, this time, but it's on my mind.  Funny how foods from childhood creep back into the imagination.  Even foods I didn't like or consider a favorite, then, but suspect I will now.  Sure appreciate what my mother did, more, as I do some things myself.  I couldn't raise a kid alone, I don't eat, so cook, let alone shop or such often enough to feed a child, or even a wife.  If she doesn't cook, depending on my current methods, she'd starve.  I eat larger, more, and rarer.  Most can't do that.  I am sort of stuck with it.

Well, I'm on to something else.  Later.

Wow. Nice.

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The beef just finished, and is resting.  I won't have any of that for a while.  But the chicken was fantastic.  I wasn't sure I would eat the breast meat.  Often it's too chalky, dry, even bitter.  This was very good.  I'll bet money the beef is excellent as well.  The aroma tells much.  I really needed some food.  I got it.

After the beef is cook enough, I'll put things in the fridge.  Right now, just in a big bowl with clear-wrap.  When I wake, beside testing the beef, I'll cut things down to size.  Wow, truly, pleased, fed, satisfied, and hoping to get some rest this weekend, then get to things this coming week.

While the chicken wasn't pretty, rosemary, thyme, salt, and pepper... the right method for the right time... and I would have served that to company, happily.  Finally, I found the right chickens to buy and am figuring out the rest.  Boy am I full though.  Good night.

Braised chicken and beef.

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Well, that is the plan.  I have set up the cast ducth oven, and will be doing the chicken first.  I am baking veggies currently, though I should get the chicken out, spice it, and let it come to room temp.  Then I'll sear it, add fats and water, then cover and let it cook for... half an hour, forty five minutes?  No pun, but I generally wing fowl cooking times, whether roasting, broasting, frying, etc.  They say temp will tell for sure.  And it would if... it were at all as accurate as they say.  Hmm?  I mean, checking the thickest part of the thigh, but without hitting the bone, is supposed to tell you the doneness of the whole bird?  I've never had that really work.  I suppose if you are...  I don't know.  All I am saying is I do much better going by scent, appearance, and even then going a little farther.  Yes, I have served many birds, duck, chicken, turkey, if not good yet.

After the chicken, I plan to do a beef roast.  Meats for the week, really.  I am also hoping to make potted beef and chicken salad.  For variety and... just... curious.

I realized timing was odd, so went and prepped the chicken.  Cleaned it and the giblets, spiced, salted, and set to rise to room temp, then checked the ducth oven.  I ended up so busy fussing with that I lost an hour or two.  Oh, but the chicken was wonderful.  Hmm?

I have been becoming used to working with meats.  Beef and pork is easier.  But chicken and other bird from time to time is good.  I should do those tiny chickens again as well.  The thing is, at first, working with raw meats frequently is... icky?  Yes, that would be one term for it.  In time, with familiarization, it isn't so bad.  However, it will always be a bit off.  Though too, as I have improved my ability to spot, and acquire, better meats, and birds, the experience definitely improves.  This chicken was not greasy, or slimy, or weird smelling.  It was firm.  Wet?  Bloody until I rinsed and dried it?  But there is much better product to work with, and this was it.  Yes, that helps.

I ended up cooking the giblets while heating the pan for the whole chicken sear.  Just a dab of things, not much too it.  Fried well, seasoned, and eaten while I was searing the main part.  A wonderful little kitchen treat, and something to forstall the hunger that can set in while cooking.  Then I finished searing, and finally put the bird in.  Oh, I haven't been used to having a convection option.  I am using that for the first time.  I don't think it will make a lick of different, with a whole bird in an enclosed dutch oven.  It's... more of a matter ot putting it my mind that it exists.  Better for split level baking, for cookies, or varied veggies, or some such.  I may have to research that feature.

I actually plan to eat half that chicken.  Though prep the beef, sear it, and get that going while the chicken rests.  Well... I'm trying to do something.  I haven't been eating right, well, enough, for a while.  I'll try to fix that.  I best spice, salt, and get the beef warming to room temp right now, actually.  Later.

Couldn't sleep much.

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It's not on my regular schedule, which is quite off.  I am not sure how long I slept.  I believe I was still awake at 14:00, though how much after I can't say.  I crashed pretty hard.  I woke somewhere around 19:00 to 20:00.  I mostly did my waking rounds.  Tea, blog reading a bit, Gab, a few newsish sites, trying to wake.  I don't feel the best, but that is too be expected.

Finally awake enough, I decided to look at the paperwork they gave me to sign.  First, they didn't seem to update my address.  Second, this paperwork has nothing to do with a new address.  It is the first complete reassessment of my disability that I have had in twenty years.  I will call Monday, check on my address, and find out more about this.  As I said, they gave me a address form to change, then yanked that, then told me to wait for someone who was supposed to talk to me but never did.  Then as I was being skipped again, and talking to another about it, they called me up, handed me these papers, and didn't explain anything.  Just sign, I was told, and leave it in the drop box.

So, my check will not even close to be forthcoming.  This says it allows them to look through any record they wish.  But what records do they even know about.  For one thing, I am seeing a private physician at this time.  Yeah, they are in it for blood.

I made it.

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I have no idea if the trip meant anything.  No one actually talked to me about the form I was handed, after two hours, with an indication of where to sign and nothing else.  They said I could just sign it there and turn it in.  Without reading it or explanation?  No thank you.  I'm not sure I have a choice.  But I will make copies and read it over.  If I have questions I will call.  They really might not answer.  I'll tell more when this has been sorted.

It is a good thing I stayed up and went early.  Beside the time it took in office, the weather was nasty.  While, for the most part, it wasn't near freezing... except in the pass which was a bit harrowing... it has rained for a day and a half now?  And it has been warm.  Plus we had buckets of snow, and that is melting!  Only on the way back, but around the Wellsville rout I ended up going through many noted and not flood zones.  Some only an inch or three, some as deep as probably six inches.  Sometimes it was obvious, sometimes not.  I learned to go very slow.  Was glad to have a trucker ahead of me, at first.  Then I realized it didn't mean anything to him.  I couldn't really keep up, safely, and somehow he never gave any warning.  Tight.

I have driven through flooded areas before, just not when it was this fresh, ongoing really.  Or many just not this severe?  It wasn't to the point of washed out roads.  But you didn't even want to hit an inch or two at any speed.  I was very pleased to back into the garage and get in, calling it a day.  I'll look over the paperwork sometime this weekend, see if it makes sense, call Monday if need be.  Burned out in every way.  I'll... tell you more when I can.

I'll have a tea or two, then hit it.  I am well and truly burned out, but so burned out I can't just crash.  I'll have to... peak, then drop, and finally crash.  I'm still in the air on the way to some target.  More so as I am not sure the trip actually did anything but create more paperwork, more trips, more calls.  I don't think it did anything.  I would have to trust they were honest, and mean to do their job.  To say the least, I am not convinced.  We'll see, once I do some sorting, send it in, and get probably some sort of denial I again have to work through.  It's what I have to do, just...  Don't think I don't get it.  I wonder how many illegals work in there, how many antifas or sympathizers, etc?  That is what I was facing.

Later, or good night.

No sleep.

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Realizing it just wasn't going to happen, the other option is to go long.  Since I didn't sleep, or work, I am still clean from my shower later last night.  I simply need to do minor grooming, dress, and be on my way.  If I think I will stop for breakfast.  Something small, simple, but enough.  And coffee.  I have the directions, and will put them in my jacket.

I can go at any time.  Traffic will be a bear for a while, though should mellow in a few hours(?).  If I have breakfast closer to where I am heading out, that'll buy some time.  The morning rush hour from here to there is nasty.  Though I don't have to push, so I could just pick a spot in the slow lane and dawdle.  No, the slow lane is not the right lane.  Some people.

I am pretty sure I bought a phone, one that is corded all the way around.  The handset is corded, I mean.  No radio transmissions.  I need to find that, see if my connections works.  I just don't want to spend time, quite yet, looking for it.  Yeah, I'm probably done with wireless.  Once I get that set up, I'll end my connection through verizon, for my part.  I can keep that phone with, and charged.  It still works for 911.  Though I might not even do that.  I don't like being tracked, and possibly eavesdropped.  It has simply become more of a liability than a service.

Oh, sure, laugh.  Just remember, I had one of the first cell phones.  Guess what?  They laughed at me then, too.  You'll join me, in dumping it, and very possibly sooner than you think.  All you need to be is stung once and you'll figure it out.  Oh well, I best be going.

Oh, so very good.

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I'm finally up to it.  A shower, brushing teeth, this and that other thing.  I am so behind in cleaning.  I don't have to travel to find a mess, but I can't really catch up.  I'm thinking this video might be the way I have to go.  I'll... have to wait until I get caught up financially, then... get a quote.  If between help and myself I can get on top, then between all keep it that way, I'd... sure be a lot happier.
There is only so much I can do, and only some of the time.  But I do like it clean.  I like myself clean.  Then again, not as a kid, not in the service... we live in a dirty men.  And men who go out, under, over, through the world to do what they do... just have to deal with it.  My illness is just a homebound way of doing what I did, in a way, when I could get out.  Still... clean is good.

As well?  Since I can't wash in water as often as I want, due to hands drying out?  I have two sorts of non-water hand cleaners.  One with alcohol for when I feel too... vulnerable.  But that'll dry worse, so I have another kind.  Yes, yes, I... love to be clean and most of the world grosses me out.  Have you ever handled a chicken for roasting?  Nasty!  Anyway...  Another problem solved.

And some of us are just extra lucky in finding the worst of it.  Who knows, that might be why I survived.  They say a little poison is good for you.  I've found my share, rolled around in it, ate it, drank it, and that was the accidental and incidental.  *help!*

Man do showers feel good.  More so after 'being on the road' for a bit too long.  Good night.