April 3, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: April 3, 2025, 15 songs.
Five years ago today: April 3, 2021, a biscuit joiner.
Nine years ago today: April 3, 2017, I have a yard, finally.
Random years ago today: April 3, 2005, web “age shrinkage”.

           Things are not back to routine, but this time we are ready. Nothing planned except the option to take a nap on demand. Who’s with me? Funny, no word on the DEI launch since the liftoff, at least not to we non-TV types. I want some Italian wedding soup and five days off. Let’s check the news feeds. Trump will fire Bondi, for underperformance in going after his enemies. And she’s too old to start on OnlyFans. Some yahoo won $27 million right after his wife divorced him. CNN says since robots are slaves they should be black, not white.

           Such topics say I’m really cooped up all day and staying still. I got lots of practice at it recently. My routine is slowly returning, but expect generic posts for a while yet. My leg wounds are not doing the right thing, or else taking their time about it. I now wish I’d stayed on a few more days at JZ’s, I told you the guy is a restaurant cook. We have a working formula, I buy the food, he cooks it. How sad it is these days so many men have trouble forming adult friendships and think it is others who are queer. Both JZ and I like women only, but in Florida, we know we are the minority.
           The picture of the Shahed suicide drone is unique. This one was listed on Ali Baba for $35,000 bucks. Listed for “aerial map” and “pesticide” spray, included is an A.I. target system that can lock onto buildings. The sad news to those who bought before it was banned—it is a cheap Chinese knock-off.

           Upon return, my appetite, or more accurately my gustatory sense, abruptly fell. The periods of no flavor are getting shorter, but do no coincide with hunger pangs. Actually, I have dealt with this before and my solution is package food, like today’s scalloped potatoes. If the taste is gone, why not chow down on something with all the same taste. Impeccable logic, folks.
           There is a new virus spreading, called HMPV, has symptoms identical to the common cold. According to official authorized government-approved sources (no less), the infection rate is “lower than influenza” but “higher than COVID”, the same people want you to know this is “notable”.

I’ve been out of commission, or partially out, now four months. Long enough for me to forget where I put things and now I’ve lost my great Radio Shack powered breadboard. I’ll find everything, it just takes time and I’ve never been great at organizing small tools.

Picture of the day.
Hoover Dam, by drone.
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           What’s this then? Rather than work, where I might instinctively lift stuff, I gathered some scraps together to make toy boats. We never know which of these projects could become my destiny. These are a mix of Jenga blocks, some kid’s toy blocks, and the fence dog-ear ends I used to throw out. There are infinite shapes but I stuck to those I read in that otherwise boring “oil tanker” book from just a while back. The airboat shape is easy, in fact, all these were easy.

           The neighbor was around, he was also in the hospital again this week. What can I say, I’m recovering, he is maintaining. The desperate CNN of MSM infamy has now enabled on-screen gambling. For example, people who participate can bet on whether a newscaster will utter a certain word, or what price celebrity junk will bring at auction. I predict so much cheating that the authorities will step in.
           China has begun testing an amphibious drone carrier. Like an aircraft carrier, it is designed for long-range operations. The Chinese have said they successfulyl tested swarms of 200 drones operated by a single soldier. The US has finally developed a drone that uses no Chinese components. It can be repaired in the battle area using 3D printed parts. It turns out Chinese cars can be remotely disabled after all. And some judge named Ahmet has again declared Trump responsible for J6, and just in time for the midterms.

           I’ve been after building a small table saw for years. Dumb me, I could now really use one for the condition I’m in. I need a project and so do you, reading all this boring stuff.

ADDENDUM
           I’m still bound to document my condition, this blog has rules. My recovery overall still feels like 40% (of normal). Fatigue attacks are decreasing, now 2 or 3 per day, each requiring hours of rest. The hospital really disrupted my sleep cycles, I’m still waking up every 3 hours. But at times, I now get 7 yours and I rarely have trouble falling asleep.
           The medications must be helping but I have not required any pain-killers since a day or so after surgery. Pains are what I’d expect, the bones and incisions, but there is a balance between intensity and duration I can handle, so no pain-killers, please. The antibiotics keep the incision sites tender to the touch and cause a consistent 23 ml average drainage, meaning the bulb stays. My appetite is lowered, taste is returning enough to get me eating well—but with a preference for soft food. Like porridge and soup. My fluid intake, including coffee, remains high.
           I’m flexible enough again to shower well and can walk continuously without rests if I pace myself. I feel better if I walk with a stoop. My bruised up arms from the IVs and needles are still sore and mending awfully slow. I have eyebrows growing back but coarse and uneven. Gout attacks are milder and confined to big toes. The numbness on my outer left thigh is persistent and has occasional hot flash spells. A momentary searing pain.
           One blessing is that I can sit up for hours. No need to constantly shift between sitting and lying down, and I can walk in a slow shuffle out to the shed. Where I discovered a rat has set up residence. The reason for always sitting or lying for an hour was due to pressure points, which are no longer an issue.

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