If you are going to do it, do it right.

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What goes for work and play applies just as well for naps.  It seemed late, but then midnight to 1:00 is still bedtime, so it was a good time.  I went in hard, after settling in.  Then woke roughly.  I was in there for three, only slept two, battling an half hour on either side.  The battle to wake being the toughest.  While a fight both ways, it was worth it.

The other day, when out, I also shopped.  I got everything but what I truly intended.  Paper plates, large and medium, and butter is what I really needed.  I didn't get much.  The one thing I got that I have really been wanting was beef.  I went with meaty ribs.  If I need beef, not even steak will scratch the itch like bone in ribs, grilled just so.  Yeah, I have chicken and pork, grilled right, I just haven't had beef in a long bit.  It is too expensive.  Still is, it was a splurge.  I'll heat a few on the grill later.  I cool, then plastic wrap in portion sizes, same with chicken.  Roasts I wrap whole, slice through, then wrap over the ends.

Else tonight?  I am hoping to begin dishes and trash and recycling collection.  This coming week, assuming I get it all out, the other goal is to clean the barrel(s).  Bleach, brush, rinse, repeat as necessary.  And, with the double bagging process I have implemented, there is hope they will stay sweet(er, longer).  Garbage is refuse is smelly. Still, this, well, could use a little intervention.  Hmm, and keeping the new plants watered.  Every other day for the first week, after watering for the first two days. Which means  a drink tomorrow.  Then twice a week?  I really want asparagus.  As I see sprouts, I'll fill those back in.  As is, they are only lightly buried, as per instructions.  Two years, maybe three, before they crop.

What else this week?  One more load of branches to be removed, in the field.  Cleaning my room, the bathroom, and the kitchen, getting back on meds better, and then just keeping up on else.  Oh, and cleaning and clearing the refrigerator.  All of it?  You know, maybe.  I'll sure give it a shot.  I also plan, maybe, another option which has been on my mind.  All work and no prayer makes Jack's raging... if play is good too, if play is covered.

Later.

Oh, day schedule flip?

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How, why?  I did notice I started going to bed earlier.  Noted that at least once.  What I didn't mention was that I wasn't waking earlier.  I went to bed even earlier last night, for at least the third night running.  This morning I woke at 5:30ish, between five and six hours earlier, and very shy on sleep.  If I could have stayed in bed, I would have.  The bed hurts when I can't sleep.  I don't mind the change, I was, am, just a bit nervous about sleep deprivation.  It's been a while and I'd rather not go back to it.  I almost can never flip my schedule like this.  I have some thought that it might be the start of major flips, though oh well if so.

The weather has warmed, 70 plus F days.  Sun, and it is making it down to us.  Not a bad thing.  I think that is the main culprit, in the good sense.  Now if it would slowly rise to full summer temps over the next month.  I think I could handle that much easier.  I'll get what arrives, try to make do.  I may need a nap shortly.

My back is finally hurting.  But why now, days after the rest of my body is clear of pain?  There is the tightness elsewhere, but not sore muscles.  I may hit aspirin as I go in for a nap.  Leg joints are still a bit creaky, mildly pained.  Getting old and sitting too often and too long, then trying to work, I suppose?  -  Oh, I was lifting my feet during the pedicure, and shouldn't have been, that's what happened.

Yeah, just thought a bit of potential good news would be a change.  Later.

Rough, tumble, low.

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Life.  A difficult thing often enough.  Toss in being over one's head, suffering seriously physically, while having abandonment issues exasperated, and there I go.

I have too much to do and currently no good way to do it.  The house, the fridge, new and old business, projects, probably more.  It wasn't work that brought me down.  I was down physically.  Working through it was most likely a good thing.  If nothing else it offered real, or causal, pain to balance the system failure based suffering.  I need to get back on medicine for one thing, if I am not sure that helps anymore.  Did it ever?  Can it.  I'll... give it a go again.

My body feels bad.  Ever worn a compression sock, bandage, brace for what seems like too long?  Imagine a whole-body compression device, worn way too long.  Or being gassy, but having that sensation everywhere from torso to shoulder joints to calves.  No bloat or water retention, so there doesn't seem to be a simple actual physical cause.  I haven't been complaining, through the weeks, more maybe, as that doesn't help.  A grumpy body, lack of focus, exhaustion.  Warm sunny days would, might, help, if I truly fear blisteringly, blindingly, hot days.

After my masseuse left for unknown reasons, my pedicurist is leaving.  At least I know why with her.  And I got to say goodbye.  Just someone, but when you have few you deal with pretty much at all, each has an... extended value.  And then on top of the rest. The inverse of the cherry on top.  Such a mood.
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A dream, though.  Pinocchio.  Again?  I am almost sure this isn't the first time.  If this is a vastly different take.

I was Pinocchio.  Of a different sort.  Of flesh, but not what I thought.  I knew the one who crafted me, but knew him to be false... a corrupter and deceiver.  I went seeking whatever it would take to set things right, to understand, to know the truth.  Most of my kind refuse the truth for the vanity of their corruption.  I... just couldn't stop digging at, doubting, even hating, my corruption.  Still tied to it, but not enamored of it as most of my kind... the mirror just never was my thing, less the deceptive mirror.

The search began for the one who imbued what I then, originally, thought was my maker/father, with his will.  Or further, to the first or great Maker.  Most of my kind, in many ways, can't and won't see that far around, let alone attempt to approach that Being.  Reality is too painful for most.  Then again I wasn't sure there was anything out there to be found.  I... just suspected.

Cooking, nothing else.

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Tired and sore.  I wore myself out.  Can't get to things, mostly.  Chicken parts and a pork roast, grilled, crispy, perfection.  The neighbor needed the mower.  I was just putting the bird in, did pork separately.  I offered, he wasn't sure.  I went ahead without him, but he did show up.  Extra food for a hard working growing man is golden.  For me, it makes it easier to ask for help, to my mind.

Next month, work on the bathroom.  That will be the start of paying work.  I need to clean and clear my room.  I might try to remove the old vanity, drill for the floor drain, and a few other things beyond cleaning the room.  I have some ambitions, thankfully it is a small area.  I am still not sure about how to do shelving.  I want two levels, maybe three... a bottom one for towels and such.  Then a top one, possibly one for my height and one for a woman... shorter, easier to reach, upon which will go sinks.   I am not sure it can all be done in one month.  Just for the various expenses.  Though perhaps much of it.

I am really looking forward to having my own, close, bathroom again.  I have even thought about trying my hand at putting heated tile in.  Would have to check costs, and running expenses.  My electric heaters, in the southern rooms, cost a fortune to run even part-time, prohibitively to my notions.  So, without much other heat, warm floors would be nice.  A timer to have the floor warm just as I am waking, off the rest of the time.

Awake a bit early.

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Sore and early.  I keep thinking I have gone soft.  Little spots of work beat me up.  Then I remember medical facts.  I shouldn't be worn, I shouldn't be able to work.  Go find men, my age, who could be or are, and have been even for five years, on the heart transplant list.  See if any of them can help chainsaw, process, and remove a couple ton of branches and wood over a week or so.  Heck, there are many my age who can't do that. If there are some who can still run circles around me... just not among the nearly palliative.

Sleep was good.  It seemed to be going to be a good, easy sleep, so I let the girls in.  And, oddly, they behaved themselves.  A very good sleep.  A side benefit of putting out solid effort.  Another side benefit seems to be a return of my tolerance for the chill.  I have that in spades until winter slowly steals it.  It usually takes summer doses of heat to get it back.  Or, it seems, some solid work.  I'm enjoying it.  I wonder if summer work will help tolerate heat?  I think work changes something... vascular, lungs, and more, bodily changes, more so for me.  Opens up... everything.  Very strange.  But it has to be strenuous, near to excessive.  Even swimming won't do it, to the level I got, if it was only a mile an hour last time.

Hmm?  What next?  I'm thinking bigger, with help.  The stuff for the roof is too pricey for spring, perhaps fall.  However, if I tear into the bedroom and open up the en suite, that might be next.  Having a plumber on call, an extra hand on deck, and all the pieces and parts save shelving, flooring, a medicine cabinet, and paint... even ten to twenty hours a month would get it done it short order.  I just have to open my bedroom, including to the cubby hole to the crawl space to add a floor drain.  Could just have it drain right to the ground but I don't like that plan.  For now I will just use the regular water heater.   When it dies, then replace it with a tankless of the right size.  Ugh.

Then, by this fall, I should be able to put enough scratch together for roof sealant.  As well, finish rekitting appliances.  I think I'm going with a new water out reefer, a smaller side refrigerator, and a dishwasher.  Next spring the hope is to have enough stowed for at least a new electrical main and new central heating and cooling.  Eventually the kitchen floor, a sub to the garage,  new roof waterways and storage...  I sort of don't think raised beds are in the books.  More edibles, however, here and there?  Perhaps, in time, a new automatic watering system.

I did remember to thaw meats.  To be barbecued.  Chicken hindquarters and the pork roast, the burger will just go to crumble and the lamb chop was grilled for supper.  As well, I'd like to boil some of the eggs.  Just to have some on hand.  Not all though, I want to fry a few soon.  While cooking, the goal is to wash and straighten out there.  That, perhaps a bath, and maybe a shave?  That is all I have planned for today through tomorrow... well, maybe a few phone calls.

Good day.

More.

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More help, more work, times two.  The neighbor wanted the mower, as per usual.  It is a good deal.  While he was doing that, without telling me, he also raked.  I wasn't up to that level but had I known I would have been out helping.  I had started planting though.  Then decided to take a shower.  Got that and got back to planting.  He showed back up and dug right in.  I hadn't expected to finish tonight, but, done.  It is being watered as I write.

Tomorrow is phone calls, dishes, and perhaps shopping.  Mostly paper plates.  I am hoping to grill most foods from now on, except for an occasional baked potato.  Difficult to grill those, or for me.  The difference help makes is quite impressive.  Only a few hours at a time, but I can do some honest work still.  I really enjoy it too.  Not like these younglings, but not bad.

Wonderful.  I have steaks ordered for the first, ribeye.  That is partial, plus cash, and other tools or toys.  He needs steel toed boots, too.  Beats spending on junk, which I have been heard tell to do.  Oh, and the raft and climbing gear use.  I have smaller but fun toys and tools.  And time, even energy, with a little help.

On to gaming.  Yeah, days and nights are sliding.  Considering this spring, I am surprised my days and nights aren't zipping around.  Good night, even if it's not close to bedtime.  See you on the flipside, unless a thought haunts my night.  Sleep well.

Some, more soon?

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A few calls.  Not all, but they are lined up.  Two more, three actually.  My doctor left a message to call back.  Too late for calls today.  Tomorrow.  A piece for my air compressor is on the way.  Eight to ten days, really?  The woman was pretty rude, too.  Still, done.  One other call that turned into such a nothing it has already been forgotten.  Then I just lost track.

It is such a chilly day.  The highest I have seen is 62 F.  While not terribly cloudy, there is enough of something up there to keep most of the sun out.  Very strange.  The lack of sun and warmth makes the day difficult, add on the heavier work lately and...  I am not surprised by today, even if the sun was shining like a top.  Then again, it could be much worse.  After the last snow storm my mother enjoyed, the ten incher, they received seven inches in another storm.  As bad as it has been, I wouldn't bet they haven't been hit again.  Still, the weather is adding to a slowdown even here.

I am hoping to shower, perhaps do some planting, maybe shave.  IF.  If I can remember, focus. Might take a nap in there somewhere.  Later.

Fantastic sleep.

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Sore but not tired.  Twelve hours down.  No dreams.  Only minor fussiness.  Waking a few times, Sam or Sassy beating on the door or yeowling.  Is that Chinese... Catonese?  I knew one of them was a damned commie spy!  The other is a government stooge though, I think.  Damn those pet treats!  Anyway, I went immediately back to sleep.  When I need hard sleep, I don't let them in.  Plus they have been in with me for the last three or four days.

Almost to the sore state that begins numbness.  I do have dead zones, the main muscles used for sawing and lifting.  Must be lifting and sawing right as my back only has minor tickles here and there.  Getting some solid vein poppage.  Actually, I feel better than I thought.  I have phone calls, dishes, planting, and maybe a shower and/or shave on my list.  Calls are easy enough, but I'd like to do some physical work too.  Maybe.  A late start, so I best at least line up calls first thing, make them in a bit.  Any actual work can happen any time, even after dark.

The lungs are actually doing better.  Perhaps greater stress on them helped make normal breathing simple, or I fully pumped out air, cleaning and clearing right to the bottom, perhaps something(s) else, or even a combination.  Life, as to breathing, is much better.  One of the calls today is to investigate swimming.  Maybe once a week to start, or twice actually.  No pass until I see how it goes, summer and winter.  It is a closer drive than the last.  Yeah.  That will help.

I realize, for the rest of my life, I will struggle.  To push, pull, jostle, with hurt, focus, even breath sometimes.  But I was built to last.  I have a long gruesome road out there.  And, yet, I'll tell you, I am not just subservient to the road ahead, I am... looking forward to it. I think there is still a lot of good out there yet, maybe even a woman.  Crazy as such a notion is, there it is.  It's good to have peeps, and dames are all I like.  Mostly like them.  A rose by any other thorn.

Well, I'll wrangle the numbers I don't have, wake, read, game, then get to it.  I'd sure like to plant things today, even over dishes.  I really need paper plates.  Later.

Work.

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I really tried to talk my way out of it.  Wouldn't take a no.  Was willing to work solo.  I... just couldn't allow that.  My last official bp?  226/124, pulse at 120.  Still, I could so I did.  Got a lot more done than anticipated, and in an hour and change.  But I am beat.  A bit of final processing and a lot of hauling.  Quite a lot of work.  Beat like a stray.

I'll get to planting when I can.  Soon.  They need to go in pretty fast.  Thursday, at the earliest, though.

The lad bit himself with the chainsaw.  Just a bit, but.  I have saw proof chaps, he wore them last time, why not today.  I didn't see it happen.  It was right as we were finishing logs for the community fire wood pile.  Ended the day.  No more sawing, at least not without chaps.  Might need stitches.  Yeah, I'll cover if so.  Those chaps are pricey, but probably cheaper than even the out-of-pocket stitches.  Dang kid, trying to get one of his parents to end me!

I was going to get dinner too.  I gave him a few dollars.  If he needs stitches he can get a meal on the way.  Gah.  I need to purchase butterflies (bandages).  I do have staples, medical, two sizes, but those are for no-doctor events.  Three butterflies, medium to small, would probably have been enough.  Dang kids, trying to give me a heart attack.
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All is well.

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Internet downtime.  While trimming the trees, a branch snagged the internet, Saturday. They were worried I'd be upset.  Not a chance.  To have those gone, no longer worrying about both internet and power lines every time the wind blows, but not shelling out $600?  Yeah, no problems.  An internet timeout is good from time to time as well.

We cut a lot more tree sized branches.  I worked to my end, Saturday, then kept going back to it as I could.  Then worked more yesterday.  I am hoping to do more today but I can't promise.  I am sore and very tired.  Still, it is possible.  All I would be doing today is processing and stacking good wood and branches separately.

The house is falling apart though.  I have been doing so much outside work, and ran out of paper plates.  I'll... get on it soon.  I also need to get fresh coffee, just a pot in the morning, with fresh cream, then back to tea for the rest of the day.  I absolutely enjoy the DeWalt cordless tools.  I've been running them through their paces without a hitch, save the compressor... which reminds me... a call to them today.

I think the asparagus is in.  And one of the new ac units.  One or two more before summer heat.  I refuse to cook, I'll figure it out.  If needed, I may have another trick for if it gets really dry.  It'll work, the trick, with window or whole house ac.

Definitely asparagus, plus I have jerusalem artichoke bulbs in.  If I can do something today, it will be those.  Oh, did I mention?  I have a source of fresh eggs, delivered!  Life is getting better.  They don't do meat birds, or yet.  Raise chickens and ducks, so I have some hopes.  All good as is even so.

Even being tired, I got a shower and made it to the post, then called to order steaks from the local butcher in various thicknesses, and called to change an appointment to what it was supposed to be.  Next, to find the number for DeWalt, about the compressor.  That... may be it for the day.  Tired and then some.

Good day.

Work and play.

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More processing, then eventual hauling wood.  I keep thinking of climbing, if I am not sure.  There are a couple of larger trees needing trimmed.  Some of that will reqire someone to climb, or really big equipment.  It might take some of each.  I'm not sure about letting anyone else go up, save professionals.

Blood sugar last night, after supper, was 224.  It was 233 fasting.  I mean to begin testing it first thing before each meal and an hour and two hours after each meal for the next week.  As well, to test various foods.  Kefir water, dairy kefir, and various breads.

Getting pretty worn.  One more load out.  As to more cutting, if possible.  Later.

Food and work.

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Seriously good day.  I did get the area ready.  Handily.  More, it is incentive to dig much deeper.  The drills worked quite well.  Amazing tech.  The snaking extension for the torque was a lot of help, if it's first use was on the standard driver.  Couldn't get the tv arm.  I need new bolts.  One of them is broken.  The new component shelving is much better. From looks to function.

The ribs and all worked out really well.  It wasn't my best, but it wasn't bad.  Pork ribs, peas, potatoes, mandarin oranges in whipped cream, and milk.  I also grilled a pork roast, so as to have plenty of food for the next few days.  I am hoping to do some things, having food a warming away helps.  It was good.

I tried to call my mom.  It's a Friday, if the weather is good, I'll bet she is wanting to get over and help her friend.  Or, just maybe, it was a long week and she needs rest.  She'll get back to me when possible.  Probably.

I want to get my business prepped for Monday.  Calls, phone company, compressor manufacturer, mortgage company, massage parlor, and several others.  So many problems, if I am caught up on my end of things.  The blood sugar test arrived today, plus bits and test strips.  I'll actually start using it thrice a day, or more, to get back in the game.  I know it's ugly, but... start where you are.  As well, I have several groups of asparagus arriving soon.  That will go in immediately.

Not bad, peoples.  As the world warms, until it gets too hot, I think I might get busy.  With a little help from my friends.  Later or good night.

Ready.

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A shower just to say I did.  Then I tore into the area around the tv.  Wow.  Carpet.  With or without help, I will change out the console shelving.  I don't think I can solo the tv arm.  It's not weight, it's dexterity plus weight, possibly even a bit more.  Not worth betting a grand or two on.  A new tv is in the works, but more like this coming winter.  Prices have come down, for features.  Quality?  I don't think quality can be bought.  It's all a risk.  Sometimes a few (ton of) dollars more will reduce risk a small bit.  A very small bit.

Tea is brewing, meat is ready to grill, had to dig out butter from the freezer.  I had more, I know I did.  I really need a german shepherd, one I can depend on to keep the unwanted out.  She can be trained to know the right people easily enough.  Meth-heads or just standard thieves?  They steal plain things, like butter.  More annoying than anything.  Mostly.  Well, and gas.  It does add up.

Later.

Most of the list.

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Trash, recycling, and the branches.  It is what I could do.  I also sorted veggies and put canned fruit in the reefer.  I was hoping to wake in time to do the last part, and I think I did.  A longer sleep, but nothing like the last sleep.  I went down sometime from late 20:00 to late 21:00?  Then woke at a bit past 7:00, if I could have sworn when I checked as I rose that the clock read 5:42 or so.  Sleep was good.

It'll take a bit to get going.  I've found a trick to quench and brush then do a proper mouth rinse.  The instructions say to give the rinse an half hour.  But I wake so thirsty.  I can't wait.  So... I drink as much as it takes, then brush and rinse.  One would think the solution should be simple.  It is, but realizing to do it, when so often eye-burning tired... that is the trick.  My teeth are greatly improving.

I should get on to my morning.  A shower pehaps, I'd like a shave, a bit of cleaning here and there, Internet rounds, you know.  Later.

Outside first.

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Tree limbs.  Beside three, which morphed into five, I hit a bunch of dead ones.  They were much shorter and hidden up in there.  Some of them had to be removed just to go higher.  The battery is on it's last light, of three.  I got a lot of work out of it.  I also processed the ones I cut down.  Not sure if any others need processing, parted out for easier removal.

I'd like to get the trash and recycling out.  I redid cat litter earlier.  As well, I need to clean an area in front of the tv, in order to put up a new shelf.  As well, might redo the tv swing arm.  I just feel as if that isn't as secure as it should be.  But first some food.  Say a quarter of the chicken, the rest of the beans, and a big glass of milk.

I have boneless pork ribs for grilling tomorrow.  I believe I have fresh salsa too.  A can of veggies will finish that of well, perhaps with milk, tea for me, and a can of fruit.  Chilled fruit, with whipped cream.  Better get that fruit in the fridge.  Oh and potatoes of some sort, or sweet potatoes.  Not everyday food, just taking care of business.

I've... got things to do.  Later.

A perfect lunch.

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A bit much.  Still a good bit for later or tomorrow.  Plenty to share some with the girls.  The ladies enjoy chicken, usually.  The sides worked out well as well.  I'm a bit overfull is all.  I am considering a nap, if a bit gunshy after what was supposed to be a nap yesterday.  Though, perhaps?

I really want to cut branches then do some cleaning in the kitchen before napping, if I do need to relax a bit after lunch.  Life really can be good.  Even when the seasons are off.  Food, good food, is the way to go.  Hmm, might make good barter too.  Cash is good but a full belly pays very well too.  A bit of both, which also sees me well fed too.  Business isn't always only about blood... or... well... human(ish) blood.  The butcher will feed the mechanic for the fix.  Business.  If it is never what it seems, or so suggests my Lord, Lamb, Teacher.

Get to it, if you can.  The girls are spying on me, and begging.  Did I forget their regular meal?  Yep.  They have been extra patient, must be the chicken.  Still.  Oh, and litter work for them after feeding them.  Later.

Now that was a sleep.

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Wow.  Down at noon thirty yesterday, up at 5:30 this morning.  The work, trips to town, and all, pretty much floored me.  Well, and it is still getting down into freezing at night.  I woke a few times to go to the bathroom, and dreamed much.  All that I can remember, or all save one I merely remember my feelings regarding, were good.  The one I actually remember was one about all the unrequited loves from when I was in grade school. Yeah, I had actual lovers already, so these were considered.  It was good to have female friends, back when that was possible.  The truth is, at least for me, it is women who can't just be friends.  Something about something?  Whatevs.  I have dreamed of other sorts of those.  A favorite dream theme, cherished memories, friends, and even some flirts.

I'm thinking of putting chicken in the oven, a whole one.  Perhaps mashed potatoes, gravy, and green beans?  Yeah.  It would warm the house too.  Hopefully I might hit the trees and make some calls after that.  Then make it to mid evening before sleeping again.  I must have been really tired.  I haven't slept like that in a very long time.

Another dark day.  No wind, tree work should be easy enough.  It's more about warming up, fuelling up, and getting going.  My arms are still sore from tree trimming, and perhaps the massage.  Perhaps a body only shower.  If you shower too much, at least for me, lotion might help.  I bought bag balm, to compare with the others.  It is the best for holding moisture.  We'll see about the rest in time.  I am hitting knees, elbows, arms, legs, and feet.  The rest seems to do fine without, save occasional kefir on the face.  Eats the dead and burned.  I think mixing them will be a better bet.  Allows for showers when clean but needing to warm or cool.

Have a good morning.

Out and back.

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A massage, at 9:00?  I woke at a quarter to eight.  It's a good thing I both remembered and had mojo.  I jumped, showered, and was still out before eight.  I just can't go for a massage without showering fresh.  It helped that I showered yesterday.  Clean on clean is easy.  The new gal did well.  It's a blessed thing.  I sent a short prayer of thanks... before nearly blanking with what goes on in mind and body.  Oh, no changing into robes.  Those came mid thigh, which means, essentially, a mini skirt.  *wink*  If I work the ladies up any more than I already do I might have to flee... or die rested until they finish with me.

Then to the grocery store.  I know, I swore off meat, but...  And veggies, brand name, were on for ten for ten.  I bought those in three types, plus mixed fruits, beans, and smaller cans of tomatoes.   That should keep me for months.  Chicken hindquarters, more pork, and a steak.  I had to think about the steak.  It was that or Jimmie Johns.  The steak won, and was barely cheaper.  Next, the hardware store.  I had enough cash in case there was a card problem again.  Wood blades, in two lengths.   Supposed to last five times as long.  I'll find out.  Card went through.

Nice, goodie, grand.  I have the steak salting, a potato and sweet potato baking, a can of corn drained, ready to be buttered and cooked with the steak right on the grill, in the can.  I fed the girls, will do their litter shortly.  I may nap after lunch?  If I can, I am hoping to make a few calls and trim three more easier to reach branches.  Or... well... not.  It's time to start the grill.  Have a great day.  Later.

A solid day.

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Tree limb cutting and processing, a doctor appointment, and some shopping... an attempt at shopping anyway.

The other evergreens were completed.  Lower branches were cut so even I may walk under them without ducking.  Then another tree was cut to encourage upward, not outward growth.  Then most of that was processed.  As well, areas were tilled.  It looks like asparagus is dead, and where it was won't work.  The tilled area will work.  I need to order some for fast track delivery.  The jerusalem artichokes didn't winter, if in part because they didn't get water through late summer.  I have new bulbs, will put those into the soil, as well as the horseradish which did survive (bigger tub, more water reserve).  Or I'll leave the horseradish until I harvest in the fall?  We'll see.  Half the rhubarb survived, all of one kind if I can't remember which variety.  That is in the ground already.

After branching, I had to jump in the shower and run.  In time, easily, but just, too.  BP was pretty rough, and that is from me.  Blood test will show A1C.  Bleh.  I discussed potassium.  I guess this new stuff is what is available.  I'd rather have the old stuff.  I also learned of a blood sugar tester and strips he, as a diabetic, recommends.  I ordered those right away.  I know, I know.  I've fallen down on some of this.  I'll call in and schedule for July, to be ready for driver license paperwork.  Swimming?  He thinks that would be good.  On my call list now.

Then I went to the hardware store, for wood blades, for the sawsall.  My credit card didn't work, but I had just used it at the doctor office, then to pay for blood tests.  Whatever.  I'll try again soon.

A good day.  I am quite tired.  Pleased.  I'll keep at it.  Good night.

Did good, thus blog, get the memo?

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As I mentioned, I don't care.  I knew I was much more widely read than indicated.  I also mentioned that it doesn't matter to me what they do about readership stats, at least in an economic way.  They would have demonetized me anyway.  I am sure I am more widely read than indicated even since they changed things, if that is due to tech out of their ability to track, probably.

It could be a fluke, too.  If it isn't the only thing which has changed, or on just their platform.  I think they caught a glimpse of the murderous rage out there, and realized they... are few and putzes, as is their security.  If you can piss off an old vegan vagina to the point she murders people, wait until the more aggressive figure out they are being trashed, stifled, etc.  I am surprised it hasn't already happened.  Then again who knows.  They might have been able to shut down reports, until now.

Perhaps they don't like counting from sources they can't verify, as ad money is tightening and becoming demanding as to reality of clicks, and often the exclusion of conservatives.  They are trying to eliminate conservatives all together, if apparently others as well.  Perhaps the woman's problem was she was Iranian and Iran didn't like her?  How much pull do nations and even corporations have on shutting people down?  Is it pull or by fee, both?

All I know is, this month I am at nearly 8k, if dailies are more in the 130 to 170 range.  And other platforms have stopped jacking me around, or as often.  Though, even as an old vegan, her actions and loss are unfortunate.  I don't currently worry about the other side.  I think she did open some eyes to the situation though.  Next time I have a drink I'll raise one to her... even if I get shut down for writing this.