Procrastination?

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Of course. It is my middle name, though some say it should be or even is my real first name. I am thinking about that myself. The heavy lifting part of the schedule has been held off until, I had a nap, I had another nap, until it was cool, until... well, right before bedtime. It is indeed right before bedtime. In spite of my naps, I am still exhausted. Never mind all that, I have almost completed even that part. Sam is helping, off and on, by running up and down the stairs, making sure no mice pull a sneak attack and just in case I forget where to go next. What a champ!

A little water as I cool down. Then a steak dinner. Another half hour or hour after that and I will try to expand on the work I am doing, while I am at it. Sleep is just not going to be in the cards until a good deal later, though I think it will be a restful sleep. I am hoping to have the the spare bedroom empty (I am sorting as I go a bit, too), the living room empty save for furniture and have that sorted into a real living space configuration, and this computer room empty. I have done 70 percent of the spare bedroom. I swear, someone was putting boxes in while I was taking them out! I have about 70 percent of the living room sorted, but this, the computer room, will need a good half hour to hour by itself, depending on how complex sorting and space for that is by then. Let us not discuss the kitchen.

You know, for one grumpy old bachelor, I have a lot of stuff. Most of it good or better, or... it used to be. While unpacking I will find out what has weathered heat and an arid climate. Though I suspect it will be in good shape still. Well, dinner is on! I might indicate what I was able to get done as I cool down after a shower and before bed. Or, I might become a lump somewhere and forget my name by the time I am done. I like being a lump sometimes. Later or good night, Pam.