Oh, right.

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I slept in this morning, but just to ten.  More as a luxury, than need?  Sleep was wonderful.  I am dreaming of... having the house set up, cleaned up, painted, reset in a number of ways, and... really... nice.  Everything that is happening is slowly going in that direction.  If there is so very much yet to do.

And, with women crossing my mind, sleep has been a bit complicated.  Dreams, thoughts.  Everyone knows the opposite sex is a trap.  And... most of us... would like to be trapped, even just a little bit, or for a while?  I suspect so.  Sleep was odd last night.

Ah, a last task.

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Something arrived, or was reported to have arrived.  Not at the front door, or back.  So... post office.  Gotcha.  To it, and back.  Nifty to be on top of something, for once.

I called my mother.  Went straight to message.  Again.  Either her phone is off, it isn't.  Or she has me on ignore again.  Okay.  I called.  That is that.

Well, work.

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Difficult to know what can be done in a given time.  Though it wasn't a rush today either.  Learned some things.  How to make a compound miter cut, with the saw, and by hand.  To... some limits of each tool.  It is a beastly tool, the twelve in sliding bevel miter?  Is it?  Or compound miter, at least, about to cut in two angles at once.

As well, put together outfeed table rollers, and a combo unit.  Adjustable to fit either the miter saw or table saw, to the heights they go, and more in either direction.  Put together the sawhorse and grid.  Haven't created the lift legs.  My friend thinks those are useless.  To the young, and larger?  Sure.  To us old guys, those are possible golden.  Especially on off days, bad days, dead days.  While need remains.  So I will do that, but on my own.

Sleep was... generous.

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Little things, but combined?  Improvements, in warmth, or cool, as needed... wanted.  A more supportive platform, yet an elevated one so air flow under, and over, is possible?  And the feet don't lay wrongly on the floor.  They can hang over, a bit, if needed at a moment, or be curled in and under, as required, desired.

Comfortable sleep, healthy sleep, the allowance for better sleep, is... a technology.  Much like showers, if most don't (yet anyway) appreciate all that goes into a warm or hot shower.  Or indoor plumbing, to be honest, sum total.  How many such techs keep the world, as we know it, afloat?  From automobiles to (or once) medical, to aviation (if that has been stolen by fascists, as with medical), to... even shoes and clothes (avoid "sun protected", though, that is a sterilizer... human sterilizer), so much tech.  Though, so much of it has, at this point, been weaponized against who it was supposed to support.  Refrigeration, to meat and other foods, at volume... if quality is largely, vastly, slipping (on purpose?).  How many great empires were lost to food degradation, and the costs of that?  Don't know, but South America is full of them.  Europe?  the Middle East?  Everywhere, empires, nations, allies, and enemies, lost to their own designs.

A beautiful shower.

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Took forever to get going.  Had to go upstairs for something.  Twice.  Memory sucks as bedtime approaches.  Fed Sassy.  Now to find duct tape, to attach the plywood to the platform.  Then I have to make the bed.  Though, with how I do things now, that's a snap.

Too full though.  I thought that food would have settled by now.  But, no.  And I really did eat three pups and parents worth of chow.  Hungry.  Terribly hungry.  Couldn't cook though.  Fed, but now too well fed.  Oh, but painkillers, aspirin tonight, and another dose of carbonated water.  No coffee for a while, no cream anyway.

In to town.

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Most of the returns were made.  I think the last two have to be taken to the post office.  Quite a load of things back.  Quite a lot of money returned.  All good.

While out, I bought a few burritos.  Bigger beef and bean, several.  And, so hungry, I ordered sides of rice and beans.  Eaten some of it.  Had to. I need food, but was far too tired to cook.  So... there it is.

Snow.

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So, I didn't think help would arrive.  Though, that wasn't the real problem.  I seemed to have had a tough time waking this morning.  

*Thud!*

Absolutely crashing.

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Cool?  Not really.  It is, or was, at least 47 out there.  Warm, if it doesn't feel it.  Dark, most of the day.  There was sunlight, from time to time.  But, mostly, it was cloudy out there.  That is part of it.

Dishes were put up.  Clean as a whistle, even the glass.  Very nice.  Which means I may attempt to restart with kefir.  I need something else to eat, and kefir is an excellent food.  It's just... it takes three quart jars and three half gallon jars, and frequent changes (say monthly), of some or all of those.

A good ending to last night.

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A few more things out to the dumpster, dishes into the washer, a few odds and ends, then on to bed.  I know I shut my back door last night, but this morning it was open.  No, I know it was shut and locked.  Not sure.  Someone snuck in while I was getting dinner.  Then got stuck, until I went to bed?  That is all I can think happened.

And, for the first time I know about, two birds came into the house.  I thought I put the screen, on the upstairs window that is cracked open.  Though, can see how that didn't happen.  It requires finding the screen, gathering it, and the hefty ladder over, setting them up, crawling up, and getting that done.  Though, if I can find the screen, I know where the ladder is.  Will get that done today.

A bit.

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The dumpster did arrive.  I immediately got out the smaller mattresses.  Then all of the cardboard I had broken down.  As well as breaking down more.  Some bigger boxes.  Though too some number of smaller boxes.  So, a good bit of work just on that.  Happy to do that.  Hoping for a lot more.  Even before help arrives.  But, done, with that, for the night.

Earlier I took a shower.  So very nice.  Along with the painkillers, that.. helped... in time.  After the shower, I put about half of the last of dishes in to soak.  Washing those through the day, enough to either set out ready to be put in the dishwasher.  The other half needed another soak.  Might be ready before long?  Then into the machine for a real and final cleaning.

So difficult.

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I keep trying to figure something out.  Food?  I just don't know.  A steak shortly?  Maybe.  Pain?  I finally gave up and took more painpills.  My chest, muscles, a few joints, all hurt or ache, but organs seem better.  Will see if painkillers help.

I am getting things together, for returns... when... I can get them to the returns stations.  But... working on it.  Tired, beyond my ability to do much.  Cold.  But I turned the heat up earlier.  Hoping that might help.

An ugly morning, week so far.

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The body hurts.  Kidneys, liver, torso generally, muscles in the legs arms and yes torso.  I worked too hard for too long.  Not one day, but for almost two weeks.  Still going to have to do more work this week.  Then, maybe, take a week off, after next Tuesday.

A shower first thing, hoping that will help.  Sassy fed.  Teeth brushed.  Medicine taken.  Dressed, if just for around the house, for now.  My change pj's for cargos, t, and a jacket... shoes and socks either way, when the feet dry.

Still on my mind.

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The music didn't help.  One of these has been dogging my steps for a week now.  The other has popped five, maybe seven times lately, in the last four days?  Yes.  Well.

As annoying as women are, I have to admit.  I like being annoyed.  Mostly.

Up, barely.

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Sore, tired, aching.  Just the way of it.  I did too much, for the last week, and am still paying the price.  Still needing to get things done.  A shower, and just a bit of work, after my waking processes and some coffee.

Blood sugar is 165?  It shouldn't be.  Oh well, I'll keep at it.  It is 34 out this morning, and mostly cloudy.  I'd say pretty much cloud covered.  If there are patches of open sky, I didn't see them if I didn't look everywhere.

Not much.

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A shower, after this.  Maybe a shave?  Maybe a bit of work as I dry off, before bed.  Some tinkering with laundry and tables upstairs?  Maybe.

I'll feed Sassy again, check her litter box after.  Water is still good.

The grill is heating up.

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Not much done today.  Weary, sore, soft... can't get to anything.  Am still hoping to do a few things, but I feel so down.  No energy, a bit foggy of mind, low motivation.  Not sure, exactly, what to do, or how to begin digging in.  Thinking about it.  Maybe begin upstairs,  opening up some of the area.

First, I would need to make room, take down some tables.  move the clean clothes that are up there, in order to set up a rack to hang clothes.  Well, and get to the cubes I set up, and put the boxes for those in those.  Those are for underwear, t-shirts, socks, and such.  The cubes.  That would be good.

Sleep was generous, gorgeous.

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Yes, the wool blanket back on did the trick.  Why so hot that one night?  I think it is because it was a hot day, I did a lot of work, hadn't properly cooled off, pushed my body and it was still running on all twelve cylinders, and I tried to sleep.  To be fair, some days my body gets stuck in high gear, and I can't do much about it.  That was partly it that day, the other part was that my mind was so weary, it couldn't think through to solutions.

All good.  Oh, and I am sleeping, mostly, in the buff.  That is such a comfortable way to sleep... if you are clean.  Just so nice.  No place gets too hot.  Every place gets some breath.  No binding or pulling or hot spots, or else.  Very nice.  As well, the way this bedding setup works, it is SO easy to make the bed in the morning.  I love getting into a freshly made bed.  The other blankets and such were so heavy!  It amazes me that I slept so cold with the old way, and so nice and toasty with these light items.  The loft in the duet, but the space in the woven cotton, and even the nicely textured wool blanket.  The blankets, while dense, are also airy.  And the duvet is pure puffery.  Beautiful.

So strangely rough.

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The chicken was a bit too done.  Better than being underdone, but not great.  I had what of a hindquarter I could eat, and a wing.  Then, later, perhaps half  breast.  Dry, my friend.  Not quite sandpaper, but certainly not a drop left of juice either.  Still, it was... something.

I turned the heat down hours ago.  Four, five, six hours ago?  I was getting too warm.  Here, hours later?  I am too hot.  That just doesn't make sense.  Never mind, I'll... get on up, and to bed, before long.  Ah, but even so, I am putting on the wool blanket.  Would rather have to stick my legs out, from time to time, than to shiver half the time.

Stupid chicken.

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I checked the temp.  It was already 160 F?  Breast, and thickest part of the thigh, both read 160.  That just didn't seem right.  Still, it was well over temp.

I pulled it, let it rest a bit.  Then carved a hindquarter off.  No, no, no, no, no.  That is NOT done.  Back in it went.  What in the world is wrong with that?  It should be done, or even done enough, at 150~155.  But, no.  That is absolutely not done.  I don't mind rare, on beef.  But on chicken?  NO!

Chicken!

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I wasn't sure I'd be able to find a roaster.  Did.  Then... had to sort out how to get the bird ready.  An hour soak, in brine water... with garlic and onion powders, plus sage and thyme.  The bird smelled pleasant out of the bath.  The oven was heated before, so was ready.  Into the roaster, on a make-shift trivet, to keep the bird up out of the juices.

A half hour timer set.  Just to turn the bird then.  Well, and add a few veggies.  Broccoli, carrots, and maybe celery or cauliflower?  Doubtful on the last two, though maybe?  A few?