Finally.

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I did get a set of stairs in.  Tired, sleepy even, but... I'm going to try to keep at it.  Legs burn.  Just a touch.  But only near the end and for about a minute after.  All good.  The goal is to make them able to handle the sets without any problem.  Or... be able to do it without fuss.  But, more, to begin to be able to do more, and more, perhaps until stairs aren't any sort of problem at all?  Is that possible?  It's the goal.

I received the new tarps and walking poles.  I haven't done anything with the former, save remove from delivery packaging.  But the poles have been removed and sorted.  Then, stored back in the bag they came with, for when not in use.  With the bobbles and bits, used for various weather or ground conditions, it is good to have a bag.  So very much better than my old pair.  Cork handles, padded wicking wrist binds, a quick and sure adjustment tensioning system, and a bit more height.  Superior in every way, and as mentioned, at a third of the price.

The only negative is that they, at maximum height, just create a 90 degree angle at my elbow.  I don't have room for extra height going downhill.  Still... for now, and the price, they will do.

A shower.  Oh I do love those.  I was expecting to have to scrub and scrub and scrub.  It has... been a while.  Very strange, but... no scrubbing needed.  I did it anyway.  Washing my body three, four, maybe five times.  Washing my hair, over and over and a third or fourth time.  Conditioning, then washing and conditioning again.  It... wasn't necessary, save to my... emotional senses.  I... felt so unclean.  But, really, wasn't.  So very... strange.  It was, other than hair, as if I washed yesterday, and for the last week, daily.  Very strange.  Anyway... I am clean.

As well, the foot thing?  Turns out not to be a problem.  I thought it would burn, or that the flap would... be a loose piece of trouble.  But, no.  Not... so much.  Now to get to chores.

I had only had a fatted coffee, so far, today.  Testing blood sugar, it has risen to 155?  F#%@#34 jk$*2!n b*!!s)%t!  Fine.  I'll... I... just had sardines and keto crackers, a glass of water, and a dose of insulin.  Can hope that fixes it.  Not sure why it would go up.  Perhaps I used too much sweetener.  Still, a bit... annoying.

Pill medicine is in.  Sardines won't serve for a full meal, just a start at something.  I'm thinking beef and beans, or peas?  Thin slices, less than half an inch... closer to a quarter inch... by, say, four by two inches?  So, yea, not a lot.  But... it's good enough.  That and another fatted coffee, or maybe a fatted bouillon drink?  No sweetener to mess up with that.  Hmm... sure.

And... I think someone thinks... something.  Women are dirty.  Sure can be.

Is it dirty?  It can be funny, whatever else.  I used to, to.  Wherever the rodeo ended up, there I was.  Get on, stay on while you could, then... move along little doggy.  Well... that... was how it used to work.  Take the best of what was available, for going without wasn't... even possible back then.  And trying to keep a woman... I had lost it all.  So... rode em' like a cowboy, and left em' like that too.

Yes, I was, still am, tall.  It's a cheap trick, but they love it.