A rough one.

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A headache.  Tired.  Stomach upset.  Psychic weariness.  A few other things.  Easier to say the works and call it that.  I wanted to sleep but couldn't.  The time for sleep is coming though.  I didn't want to listen to this music.  Most music, at the moment, hurts my head.  This is loud.  And, yet, I was able to listen.  So, yes, it... is what I was seeking... to say something.  Say what?  I don't know for sure, but that it is in blue helps.  I think, in a small part, it is that while I am falling, while saying I am not, hope is being filled.  Prayer?  I think some do.  And, really, it is all I might request.  If you say a prayer for me, it would be more than giving me money.  Oh... yes... pray if you would.  Though spend more time talking to God than just on me.  That would be my... advise to serve as a... recompense.  Trust me... or don't.  But if you happen to pray, do as I suggest and we will both be much better for it.

A good sign, I think.

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For much of the winter, 68 was a bit warm to sleep, for me.  I suppose I get acclimated to the cold, so 68 is relatively warm.  Now, with days getting into the high 80's, potentially, and maybe going higher when summer really kicks in, the low is commonly 70~73.  While my house is cooler, generally, by it's nature, there is a limit to how much it can cool.  The thing is, with it being 73, and with the fans off, I am actually a bit chilly.

Why good?  It means I am acclimating.  It also means, even if diabetes is functional, it isn't causing problems with my body temp.  It is actually a very good sign.  I just wish I could get over medicine, and get going again.  While I can handle the heat... before it creeps up, and stays up, so long that I can't really do much.  High summer and winter are just what they are... down times save for those who have no choice.  And they are grumpy, most often, for it.

The flickering of lightning.

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Not outside, or to my knowledge.  Behind my eyelids, off and on, all night.  Nothing extensive, more as if many small lightning storms passed through in the night.  Sort of an interesting thing.  The girls were being pests, so I kicked them out.  I sometimes feed them two cans of food a day, sometimes just one.  Variability is how nature would have it.  Besides, I don't always remember.  The extra can is a gift.  If they continue to act like hooligans about it, I'll go back to just one a day.  Oh, but having much, good, cool water has made it so they don't have hairballs and vomit nearly as often.  Sam has a place she goes when she does that.  Hmm... For when I put her outside?  I may get a low pale or pot of water out there.  Oh, and as I mentioned, their furs are amazing... even over what they used to be which was fantastic.

Dreams, too.  Some of football practice, and highschool in general at the first highschool I attended.  I realize, from the dream, that few of my secrets were secret.  People knew much, too much, always did, always will.  Small towns are that way.  Actually, I returned to that town, at one time.  I met a few folk who I had distantly known, who were considered enemies.  I was... oddly... very well received.  I don't understand that, at all.  Or some other things.  Life is so very odd.

Better one day, worse another.  Sleep off, on, or doubled.  I am not able to keep things in the right place and order for now.  Is weather coming through?  I'll check.  Though, really, it is still just suffering medicine, trying to find balance on them again.  No major problem, it's just how that goes.  I'll keep at things, as I may.  Stay on meds, brush the teeth, sleep, and eat something or other.  The rest will eventually level out.  I am handling the heat well enough.  Just a strange "morning" report and update.  Later.

He is moving ahead.

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In spite of some issues with President Trump, and more with the republican party, some things are being shuffled, moved, or ended.  How much of this is at all permanent is another thing.  He has no allies in congress, no real blocks of power.  There are the dems, the dem-lites, and the stupid dems (they don't know they are dems).  They are all big government.  Actually, Trump is medium to big government.  Some of his fixes are... more government.  I just don't think that will ever be a good thing.  Elimination?  Downsizing (if it is real)?  Removing or centralizing authority (so they can't play the hide-and-seek game)?  But adding another layer, even one that is supposed to help?  Not so much.

He is merely better than than others, including any republican that was running.  We no longer have a government that really is looking out for the people.  It is for big money, in whatever nation that might exist.  It doesn't look like the wall is going anywhere.  That has been nixed.  Don't listen to their words, watch what they are doing.  On this matter, pretty much nothing.

We'll see about infrastructure.  That would be good, more or less.  If it is done right, money going to the right places, with expectations, real timelines, and reduced costs, sure.  It is incredible how many lawyers, government agencies, contractors, and the like, have their hand in every project.  Not even including unions.  Nasty.

It is all coming down though.  They can try to hide it, kick the can, push this and that.  It is coming down.  It seems, as with Rome, at least one of the times, the decay will end up being slow but final.  What happened with Rome was giving out food, perhaps housing, entertainment, and even coin at times.  Oligarchs are suggesting a standard income for all people today.  Same same.  Though, I think their notion is to get them on the dole, then slowly grind the average people into dust.  They have, rather successfully, destroyed the breeding habits of civilized people.  When the numbers are low enough, perhaps they can just begin full on genocide of the less civil places.  Then again, they already are, really.  They could increase the pace, by a lot, though.

Yeah.  Well, it was a shot.  Zerocare will remain, taxes will remain, the open border policy is actually still the same.  New president, same day.  At least you didn't go even worse.  You might not legally be allowed to read here.  Oh... looks like google stopped slowing down access to blogs, conservative blogs.  Or the FCC lifted government limiters of some type?  Both?  Something.  Later.

More ideas.

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I have been trying to figure out how to... change my computer space.  This frong room is okay, but... not really.  I could go upstairs, but I'd have to figure out how to put the cable up there.  I also want it down here, for various reasons.  Then I realized, other thing trial and error, as splitting the cable would be a new thing, putting cable through upstairs shouldn't be a problem.  The cable actually runs along the front of the upstairs, over the lower roof, up under the higher roof.  So...

What I really need to do is clear the area, find a desk I like or get the new one I have, up there.  It is carpeted, so I'll need some sort of flat plastic for the rolling chair.  I have something for the computer, a roll cart for it.  And the chair I have doesn't actually fit the desk I am using, but does fit the new desk... which... is up, mostly, but not fully together, and with boxes of cd's and dvd's on it.  Hmm...

Both rooms will be warm.  They are both hit directly by the sun, facing south as they are, and open to the east and west as well.  But the upstairs has many windows, more access to any breezes... and... well... I should get curtains up there too.  Oh, and there is a cot up there, in case I want to do a short nap.  If I get that going I could completely empty this room, clean and paint it, then... I don't know.  Leave it empty?  It would be a great place to temporarily move things as I clear out.  Place the sacks to be removed, and any furniture, for the dumpster.  Yeah... that could work.  When it is done, I might even get a weather door in and just have this be, sort of, an unused porch.  It isn't heated.  Might turn it into the living room in the winter.  I like it cool.  Then shut it off in the summer and just have it be a heat block.  Hmm...  Just thinking.

Oh, right, on to a nap.  Later.

Dinner, not much else.

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After the roller coaster rides of late, a quiet night was fine.  I slept well.  I woke well.  Dinner was good.  I am ready for a nap, I think.  It's not that I am worn, it's that I am recovering.  Sight can take it from you, a thunderstorm of sight takes it all, then some.  It is a good weariness though, even with what was seen and some unknowns.

I am hoping the nap will have me ready to take a shower and get to a few things today.  Nothing major, just another few things.  I know I'll want to be to town sometime this coming week.  A very little grocery shopping, looking over lawnmowers, perhaps seeing about a fogless mirror, so as to shave while showering?  It's the idea.  If I can't find one that I believe will work, I... have an idea.  A small mirror... an 'unbreakable' sort, and a small container to glue to it, or cut in have and glue to it... plus some way to hang it.  Perhaps drilling, if it's the right material, and simply wiring to the rack in there.  Well, we'll see.  Function, then cost, then form, the first two in very close contention.  Form can hang if I can't fit it into the design.

Later... or... much later?  Look, if I'm not back in two to four hours?  Wait longer.  *grins*

Sleep was so needed.

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Yelling "timber" might have been appropriate when I went down, and hard.  I needed sleep all night, and then right up until it finally happened.  I think it was 14:00 and later.  It might have been as much as two hours after that?  I just can't say, perhaps more than even that.  I was suffering all night, but it was blindingly painful for those last six hours, getting worse by the moment.  If you have ever been stuck in the sun when you can't handle it, with no water, no company, and perhaps nowhere to go?  That was brutal.

Sleep was very good.  I am still a bit weak.  I just hope the visions and daydreams are done for a while.  Those, all by themselves, are ruinous at the moment.  Further, I don't want to see, know, hear, feel, or otherwise sense.  No one cares, neither do I, in that way.  A vestige for when folk had no other means?  From when God would communicate this way more directly?  Something for a time not yet here?  Imperfect, dubious, strange... dangerous.

Oh, tonight?  Hopefully, if these things have stopped, and if I can find my footing, maybe I can get back to work.  Just little bits and pieces of things.  I will actually start in the bedroom.  Sorting, separating, tossing.  It's all dry, so anything I toss I can just bag up and leave there for now.  Using the bags to take up space that I can't fill.  So, when I remove it all, it will be single, fast, huge improvement.  That might be a good idea everywhere.  I will be, already have, started tossing things I didn't think I would.  Some things, however technically valuable, are of no use to me.  Or anyone else I know.  *chunk*  Don't worry, I'm keeping all the gold and silver.  :p

The jerusalem artichokes have revived extremely well.  I was a bit worried about some of them.  But, nope, all good.  I will be going in to test ride several lawnmowers tomorrow.  It is down to one of two.  I really am thinking the 42" deck, 18 hp.  Oh, they offer one with bluetooth.  Really?  Get the... out of my face.  When are people going to start the tech revolt?  Burn cellphones, rid all connectivity, shut it all down.  Maybe they won't until they are old enough.  Though, get them hooked young...  Stalin said it, but he stole it from the church, and others have stolen it yet.  Perhaps they will start installing hardware and software.  All you have to do is own one Apple product, or worth with Microsoft, to know why not.  When they aren't actively ruinously greedy, they are incompetent and left-sided.  Choices.  Some are a single time choice.

Later.

Can you pull something that way?

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I am baked.  I overloaded from whatever that was last night.  If it was a series of simple daydreams, it sure got to me.  I've been getting hits, off and on.  That was draining me already.  Is it going to snow?  So much coming in.  I don't know what any of it means.  Couldn't be real, could it?  Just coincidences, or... something.  Dreams, just weird ones.  But in such volume.  The ghosts and spirits are still here, if less so.  Or... whatever that is.

I almost wondered if... medicine, or my body, was failing.  Perhaps I was just dying.  I really wonder, at times.  So much of this is lining up though.  It isn't just family.  He is an honored uncle.  I do care for some of his sons.  But there is more.  Most likely the nuke stuff is just fiction.  But fiction has a life of it's own.  The Russia close-passes and aggression, however, is just a literal game.  Someone might get hurt, but guys get hurt playing football.  What is happening in politics?  I think Trump is... doing much of it.  There are personality issues, trust and security issues, but more than not I see that as goofing.  I don't know if with or against the media.  Believe nothing you read and only half of what you see... nothing on television.  Yeah, don't believe here, either.  I could be making it all up.  Actually, just assume that.  Not that I am, but... someone who did make it up would say that.  So... hedge your bets.  At least grains of salt.

He is not dead yet.

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For no particular reason, I called my mother this morning.  As we were talking, she told me an uncle went into the hospital... a bit ago... not in good shape.  He has three sons.  He was in too bad of shape for the local hospital, so they just shuffled him off to another.  His doc is just another medicare saw-bones type, wasn't all that good.  Though, at some point, there is little to be done?  Last she knew he was still alive.  He is 84 and has... more problems than I do?  Still, maybe... there is always hope.  Whatever that means sometimes.

So much for sleep.

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I tried.  Took pills.  Went in.  Couldn't sleep.  The pain seemed to pass so I just got back up.  A headache, but not migraine, either returned or now exists in any case.  I want to go back to bed and sleep.  Will be looking for an opportunity, the earliest one.  Even a nap would do.  Such strange daydreams.  I've had them before, but not quite like that.  I wonder if strokes do that?  Got hot, and busted into a minor sweat as well.  I think that's a first for that sort of thing.  I've had them, but one at a time.  Two of them seemed premonitional, the others were there and gone before I could make sense of them.  A burst... bursts?   Hmm... oh, well, it looks like I won't be able to see the doc until next month... by my finances.

I may see if I can play computer games, or watch some old movie.  Later or good night.

Message, messenger, or daydream?

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This is that.  I put out what I got.  Through a migraine.  I'll take a fistfull of painkillers and see if sleep will accept me.  You, some of you, may receive a message as well.  Or... it's just a weird... thing... in my mind?  It hurts.

Has the dreamer awakened?

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Such... strange things.  I can't... explain.  I don't think we could understand anyway.  No... not God.  Just a creator of bubbles of chaos, change, alterations.

Such a strange thing.

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A daydream.  Pretty much a full-blown dream, with my eyes wide open.  I can't tell how long it took, though moments I would guess.

The wife of a friend was considering leaving him.  I didn't know her all that well.  He I knew a bit.  I asked if she would speak with me, just for a short time.  I suggested I wouldn't play hard-sell, push, or such... just... I had a few questions which might help her, him.

She... doesn't really like me.  Few women really do.  Then again, they don't like their husbands, or sons, or fathers, uncles or men in general, in some ways.  Love?  Sometimes, maybe, sort of.  They are with men because of fear of being alone and their own hungers... which they deny yet seek another to satisfy.  Well, and, mostly, for other reasons.  I, more than some men, however, am unliked by the female world.  I say it and don't negotiate, coddle, or even cuddle.  And, yet, I think there is something more.  Hating what draws one's attention, attraction, opens things up too much.  Something.

It wasn't because she like me, or otherwise, that she agreed to talk.  She has read some of my stuff.  The stuff she could handle touched her.  She saw faith, and at least in her mind an attempt at truth, and some strength of some sort.  More, she really didn't want to go.  This I knew.  Tired.  Afraid to go on.  Unsure of what to do.  And he couldn't see this and spot her.  He is tired and all too, but... his nature is to stay.

I started out with a few simple questions.  I promised not to preach, but asked that she answer simply and honestly, the few questions I would ask.  She didn't even have to answer me, just herself.

I asked if she would be happy, all by herself, alone, in a place where all facilities where available... electric, water, and such, but no people.  Just her.  If she thought that would be too lonely, what about being in such a place, with no worries, with a few or many other people?  Would another man be different?  A woman?  What did she think she wanted or needed that she wasn't getting which she could find in some other way?  Finally, I asked, in honesty, if no matter what else, she would be in her state of mind.  If this just wasn't the result of aging, the price of a slow death.  Her anger, resentment, troubles, were just the result of life slowly slipping away with no true means of stopping it, changing it, or turning the world back around?

Somewhere in there she started crying.  From time to time, as I slowly asked the questions and left time for her to think, she'd go through various stages of emotion... anger, sadness, even a spot of joy and laughter for a second, in there.  After I finished, she sat for a while.  Cried out.  Then she reached out and hugged me, then a glance and a brief smile... another tear or two... then she left.

I don't know if she ended up staying.  The 'dream' ended with her going.  How very odd.  Later.

Woot!

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I took my time, but finally got out to water everything.  The jerusalem artichokes were looking so sad I had to get out.  I have seen them droop for days, but between forgetting and crashing, and not finding the right time (can't water in full sun)... Today, though, today, they all got watered.  I may hit them again in the morning.  Everything is looking pretty good.  I think I have lost one or two of the seven or eight raspberry bushes.  As shooters develop, I'll transplant those in... or try some other sorts.  Hey, it's... almost fun.  Wait, no, it is fun.  All is looking good, if the 'artichokes' pull through.  But that isn't what got me excited.

Anyway.  It was getting really dark, couldn't really see.  I was pretty sure the asparagus is gone.  The bed is getting weedy.  I may clear it, put boxes over it, and plastic too.  Well, and maybe push the piles over, which I never did end up doing as nothing seemed to be growing.  couldn't really see much.  Went on to the other bushes, near the house.  They look to be doing well, actually.  But I couldn't really see... what I was spraying.  So I got out my flashlight.  Ah, very good.  I went and sprayed everything once more, this time with my flashlight.

It was then that I discovered, the asparagus is up, and seeding!  Absolutely wonderful.  I was all but sure I had killed them off.  I will definitely get out there, weed, cover all but the asparagus, and check it a bit more often.  What a relief!  Actually, I might set up the sprinklers to begin watering once or twice a week now.  I will just make sure these areas are also hit.  An half hour run, twice or three times a week?  Something like that.  I'll still have to manually water the planter items.  Oh... one of the horseradish plants doesn't seem to have made it.  But two others are a go.  Both in one big planter though.  I think I'll move the litter one over to the other planter... two seems too crowded.  If it doesn't live, I'll just use the one for "seed-root" stock next year, rather than harvesting any... depending on how much root I get, though, I suppose?  Dunno... just learning...

Woot!  If you love asparagus, having a bed of it is something else.  Raspberries and the cold 'blueberries' will be a year or two more.  Not sure about the rhubarb.  The 'artichokes will be ready this fall, my first edible... wait.... the horseradish leaves will be tried before that.  I have always liked the idea of greens.  Sometimes just not the practical.  Though I am... beyond just the taste of food, if I have learned a few tricks to make things more edible.

Crashed, then slept long.

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Early, too.  It was 10:00~11:00.  I saw bedtime coming, fast, like the floor in a bar fight that went bed.  Never been there, sure imagined it.  Was I falling or was it rising to meet me.  In some moments a guy just can't tell.  It's just past 20:00.  Sleep was good enough.  Dreams, but I don't know what now.  At least one seemed interesting.  I was too tired to put it in memory, and it didn't go there on it's own this time either.

Sleep was good but I am still tired.  It is warming quite a lot, up to 81 today, in here.  Not sure about outside.  I'll be going out to water.  I sort of lost track.  Anyway... the slight increases in temp are enough to through things off just a bit.  When it gets to full blast, then I have a better chance at sorting things out, leveling off.  Even so, I'll work as I can.  Tonight, more small stuff.  This whole week will most be small, light, easier, work.

The square sinks are on their way.  I have no idea how soon they will arrive.  Amazon is sending everything through the post.  I know that isn't possible.  The post doesn't deliver in two days.  So?  So they are having UPS deliver to the post office.  Which means Amazon has become useless to me.  Back to shopping locally.  Door delivery or I'll do it myself.  Anyway, I ordered those and drains.  I'll shop locally for the faucets.  Closer to the time of installation, so if they don't work I can return them right away.  With the sinks and drains, a once over should easily show they are unbroken, and work for the pop-up drains, or not.

On to waking.  Later.

I must admit, I do ask for it.

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Good(er) friends, enemies, loves and lovers, they know me well.  I hit blows that can't be dodged.  I share pain, I make pain, I don't allow escape.  Neither for myself nor for you, sometimes.  So... I get it.

Good, bad, odd, but awake.

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The anacin did the trick.  I was so absolutely washed, if I couldn't have gotten back to sleep I would have suffered even more.  What woke me, so I could feel the pain in the first place... I heard rotors.  I've died, at least once, though I think twice, on a helicopter.  That thrum, while you are going away... it enters the mind.  I heard that, or thought I did.  Not sure if it was a dream, though no.  When I was fully awake I could hear it.  Though it seemed to be just an odd thing with my fan, a one-off resonance?  I don't know.  Or my mind, in the dream, had crossed some wires that it a took a bit into waking to undo?  Maybe.  *thump, thump, thump*  It wasn't loud, more off in the distance.  Though, when you die, as you die, everything gets very distant, and cold... while still in the flesh... at least when I have died.  *thump, thump, thump*  It chilled me.  It felt as if death was coming.  I don't mind, but... I guess there will always be that bit of fear.  Anyone who has learned to love, and love life really, is not ever ready to go.  Once you... realize, and know the gig is up, and know you can let go without fear... then it might be okay.  But that first blush is of horror.  Even for one such as me.  I've been there so many times and yet... it's still, and always will be, foreign territory.  Even knowing, for my own purposes, that there is more, after.  Reminds me, I need to get to confession, and take the Eucharist.  I'm not sure I am welcome locally, not sure... about several things locally.  I might have to travel.

As I mentioned, the pain subsided and I was able to sleep.  The girls keep... picking on the wound, bumping against it while I am up, walking or even pouncing on it when I sleep.  As such, I have stopped letting them sleep with me, until it has healed.  More, I am breaking them of the habit.  Not brutally, but very stoutly.  Sassy has already suspended her sadism, Sam remains headstrong.  She REALLY likes to bump that wound.  As well as it is healing, though, now that I have applied what skills I have and tested various things to find what is best, she won't have much longer to play with it.  Though I will continue to discourage her.  I think she thinks she is a doctor.  Or do... doctors and nurses think they are cats?  Brutal little beasties.  I'm not even all that sure about good intentions.  :p

Tonight?  Dunno.  More pickup, cleanup, sorting.  More!  I don't know how much I can do.  I wore out a bit yesterday, but not too badly.  And I'd like to do whatever I can, each day, until Friday night if possible.  Try to get back into a weekly pattern.  Nothing too fancy.  Though I find, when I begin it, I end up doing amazing things.  For a while.  Sometimes for a long while.  I might even end up pulling off minor or major miracles... but no thanks to me.  All glory goes to God.  All things do, actually.  Glory, sadness, fear, faith, love, even when those things are focused at humans, or even animals.  Even those are His, from Him, and I believe should return to Him.  I found the source as part of what the water gave me.

Wow does that wound hurt.

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On the good side, it is well encased in scab and slowly healing.  I have learned not to put salve on it.  That weakens the scab, causes it to leak, and weakens the healing.  Washing it specifically, when I shower, is all that it needs.  For bandaging, just a sterile non-stick gauze pad, wrapped loosely, for a bit, does best.  I wondered if it was the scab, drying and pulling away, that hurt.  I think that might be some of it, but could not be all of it.  I am learning.  At least it really is healing, if it will take a long time.

I made it to the post office.  Going to bed shortly after returning home, sometime just after 10:00.  Then I woke at 15:00, or close enough.  The pain in that wound was something fierce.  I haven't had it that bad before.  But it is well scabbed, and not infected.  I'm just not sure what the problem is.  I guess I am awake for a while.  Oh, this gives me some idea of what my friend was going through.  He didn't complain much, but did keep asking for pain medicine.  I... guess I understand.  I won't ask, but then I'm... a bit of a suffering fool.  Or not 65?  He had worse trouble with wounds and healing in his feet than I.  His damage would not scab.  Or as I remember.  That is when you are in serious trouble.

I am awake for a bit.  Not voluntarily.  I want to be sleeping, need to be asleep, but the pain, when I am reclined, is simply too intense.  I guess I'll game a bit.  Can't focus on much else.  Later.
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Eyes are burning for sleep.  I'll take some anacin, go on back to sleep, and hope that works.

More.

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I got a shower in, and a shave.  It's been a long time since I shaved with razor, and not just a trimmer.  Surprisingly I didn't get cut everywhere.  Trying to shave daily it the problem, I think.  If I continue shaving, it will be just three times a week, max.  It just... seemed like the thing to do, now that I am brushing regularly.

Since I was showered, I decided to push through to make it to the post office.  The devices that are in are for mapping the breakers.  Plug a device into the outlets, then use the main device at the breaker box.  Plus, another part creates a plug for bulb sockets, so those can be figured out.  When plugged in, the main device is supposed to beep when near the correct breaker.  I'll find out rather shortly.  Not today, probably.  But... well, after a sleep period it will most likely still be "today".  So there is that.  Even so, maybe not today or "today".  :p

Little things, first, to work my way up to working again.  With the trash mostly sorted, and going out as I go to the post, I can do other sorts of minor sorting... as mentioned earlier.  Take it down, break it down, separate it to where it goes... or as close as I can... then toss what is left over or what is not needed.  I think I'll be getting rid of a lot of stuff soon.  Whether Alaska is still in the offing or not.  Yeah, it could still happen.

Some.

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Beside some solid effort in the bathroom, a meal, and some work in the kitchen and living room, I am done.  I just can't keep going.  I had hoped to stay up.  Actually, I didn't think I'd have to think about it.  I thought I'd be up until early to mid afternoon.  I can't.  Something to drink, medicine, and bed.  No choice.

Getting some work going was good.  I think I'll end up doing more, when I wake.  It might be in little bits.  It seems it may tire me easily.  I'll do what I can.  More sorting, some washing, more tossing.  I'd like to figure get dry trash ready to go, for either this or next month... ordering in a dumpster.  I want a lot of it ready to go first.

With the lawnmower in the works, the dumpster will most likely have to wait.  Actually, I need to get in and see about those.  The last time I was there, they didn't have any though.  Strange.  I wonder if it would have to be ordered?  The world is so strange sometimes.  Why would they have no stock?  They did, in March, maybe into April?  Then they all seemed to disappear.  I'd really like to sit one, and talk to someone to make sure what I am buying can handle a snow blower and a blade.  The blade for when it isn't deep enough, and for other things.

I am terribly uncomfortable, ill, getting hot as the summer arrives.  Medicine is still off, though it can take months for it to set right.  It's just been over two weeks now.  Bleh.  I'll survive, or not.

Well, today, I have done what I can.  I hope to hit it again tonight, with whatever I have.  The world is turning mean, dangerous, close and far.  I honestly don't mind if they take me out, just as long as they do it quickly.  I have some doubts that it will work.  Even if it does.  No worries.  On to bed.  Good morning, day, and night.