Tomorrow.

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Life is rather odd lately. Sure, I can think about things, and read and do math, but functioning much beyond that is limited. Waking up has been difficult, mostly not making it up before 14:00. Try as I may, that is pretty much the way of it without more effort than it is worth. Things around the place are looking a little shabby. Some tasks are halfway completed and just sitting there, dishes were stacking up though I did get to those this evening, and as personal spaces tend to do my personal spaces have become cluttered and visually noisy.

I may not be able to get up early, or do a lot, or even go outside much, but I have decided to put my mind to the interior of the house tomorrow and for as long as it takes. I would like to start in my bedroom, again. I did get most of what I had wanted done there. However, this time I would like to take most portable items out, save clothes, the bed, and the dresser then vacuum, wash the walls, and restore the room to a neat appearance. I think I can do that. The hope is that I can do this with every room. I like to add a little bleach in my wash water. It is surprising how well that additive both helps to clean and prevents buildup. I am not talking about enough bleach to take the paint off the walls, what I add is barely enough to smell. And yet it has an incredible way of keeping even spiders from building webs.

Over the next week, doing one room at a time, I would like to get this place back in order and a little further, finish unpacking the last of the boxes. Some of what is in those boxes will remain stored. Unpacking what I want out, however, will leave enough empty and partially emptied boxes that consolidating those and breaking down what empty boxes remain would be a simple matter. Further, I would like to get the "gun closet" sorted out and ready to begin reloading ammunition. I do not know how fast this will go, only that it is a goal I can handle if I do it when I can as I can. With nothing else seemingly possible, this might be the shovel I need to dig out of the hole I am in.

By the way, I have finally enjoyed some of my own tomatoes. I had, a few weeks ago, given up on them. They had been refusing to turn red so I simply began to ignore them. About a week ago I noticed several red tomatoes. Upon inspection two came off in my hand. Though they were tasty they were also quite dry. I started watering them again and low and behold the last two I picked were better. Juicier, if still on the dry side, and tastier to be sure. I made tuna salad and thought tomatoes add with that to make for a fine sandwich. Unfortunately my bread had gone to mold. So, tomatoes and tuna salad was it. Good enough, I suppose. I hope to get a few more tomatoes off the vines before a freeze. I might even talk myself into finding a recipe for fried green tomatoes and try some of those. I am not sure I really learned anything with this process, but I do have garden hose, a sprinkler, several connection fittings, a timer, some tools, and a stronger interest for next year. Well, one thing I did learn is to not plant tomato plants a foot apart! What do these things need, 2 or even 3 perhaps 4 feet? Wow. Anyway.

Good night.