Some things done, certainly not much.

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Showered, shaved, teeth brushed, and away. I made it into town early enough to take the items back to Lowe's and pick up a manual on plumbing. A few coins more, a book I needed to replace a duplicate. Then to the appointment, nothing special there, though I was on time and a little early. After that, I picked up a little food and headed to my watch a show, the Matrix, with my friend. Then home.

It is hot, reaching into the early 90's F at least. The house is cooler, but not precisely what I would call cool, certainly not cold. With the sink going, I should be getting to dishes and then back to unpacking. Should is the operative word. A day or two of rest would also be very good. But not tomorrow. I want to go to church, and the afternoon on Saturday is more sure than the morning on Sunday. As well, I think I can go to confession right before I go to Church on Saturday. Tick tock it is time... past time really. But I need to polish my shoes, if I can find them.

The more I come out of that shell of I life I was living, the more I understand the maturing process. Maturing all over again is not going to be a one day, one week, or any period of life but will be an ongoing process for the rest of my life. However, growing up all over again, learning to track everything from bills to appointments to duties and responsibilities, at my age, is a bit of a steep climb. It is almost like coming out of a coma, which in a way, I am doing.

Beyond the mundane of flesh and the caring and tending of it, comes the more complex process of planning a future, learning to do the work a house requires, and re-evaluating my finances within those things and the mundane things. There is so much I have not done, so much I want to do, and some things I might well end up never doing again after trying them, that with it all whirling around, it is difficult to get a grasp of things. That too, however, is coming along in starts and stops.

Hot, yes, but a good day to be alive. My fresh start, my tomorrow after the long rain, winter, freeze, sleep, or whatever you wish to call it, is here. But I have to get my home situated, tucked in, and tended before I can get to it. And, of course, the sink ended up bottlenecking my plans... or did I just use that as an excuse to short circuit things... or did I do that to slow down to my level as I am not ready to go that fast? I do not know. I do know I keep chugging along.

Next week, with a few exceptions, I am going to try to get back to basics, slow down a bit, and work more on the home fundamentals. Setting up the kitchen and the bedroom, emptying and recycling the boxes, figuring out a storage plan for some of it. Home, after all, is where all things start. I must make this my home, then I can start on the rest. I think.