A good night's sleep.

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Up and well before the alarm, and finally awake. A 6-grain mix of cereal for breakfast and some waking up time will see me to town and back with some money so as to be back in town again in time for an appointment, picking up the television and weed whip (I hope), and a little shopping from a list my mom has created. I am still a bit under it from pushing hard and long, but that will pass.

She has been working non-stop. She has the kitchen pretty much done. I do not know how she does it. Beside having everything out of boxes, she has rearranged things by logic, function, and such. It is embarrassing how much she can do and does. The living room is next, so I am told. I have been handy for things that demand height or strength, but... that is pretty light really. I am, for the most part, trying to stay out of her way. She is formulating chores for me, but for now she is doing what I cannot or do not understand how to do on her own.

Oh, this house will be made into a very functional home shortly. Not up to her specs, she only has two weeks. But far beyond my specs to be sure. The yard will be put into some kind of shape. Curtains and other things will be arranged. I may not be fully sane at the end of it, but I will do my darnedest to keep up and do my share. She has been nice and easy on me so far, and I needed the time. But I think I see the tigress natural force she is about to... become a bit more demanding. Yes, yes, for my own good and toward my goals and all. So I will do my utmost to simply oblige to the length of my ability and then some.

Well, a shower, to town, and on to a glorious work-aholic two weeks. Later.