So much for getting to anything.

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Sure, not today. I simply could not maintain focus. Two days out of the house and I should have known better than to plan to do... anything. I felt so good though, fresh air here at home, two trips out even if both ended in failure, some tool and equipment browsing, another manual on another aspect of home improvement, a few easy meals, and some stunning views along the way. The sun even smiled for me this day. It is early but I am very tired. I am about to go on to bed. I will take the flooring manual with me though, I would like see if I can yet get an idea about how to plan for fixing the floor in the kitchen. All just a fantasy, perhaps. Time will tell.

I am hoping tomorrow or the next day to try and do a couple of minor things. Dishes and a meal of some sort. Perhaps actually measuring the kitchen areas to begin considering a floor plan, then a little bit of drafting. I know I still have a bit of engineering paper somewhere. Looking for that alone might eat my day if I am not careful, but if I can find it quickly, so much the better. And maybe, if the sun shines for a bit, I would like to finally get to the reloading bench. That is a lot to do. But something feels better. Fresh air? Travel? Spring sharing what it brings? I neither know nor truly care. I merely hope it lasts.

I have been out in the yard several times recently. Looking at the tree trimming situation of course, but a few times just to be out playing with Sam. She was ecstatic to have company, or just ecstatic, take your pick. Hopping, jumping, climbing a tree or two, shadowing me then leading me. In those walks, I see that clearing the weeds last year has lead to rather weed free areas this year. As I suspected, those weeds had been in some of those places for a very long time. It is not quite time to cut the grass, thankfully. But it also looks like the grass is coming back after the summer burn. I am not sure even watering will keep the grass going much past the middle of August, but I will try to do that anyway.

I have also decided to arrange to go in and see the priest at the local Church. It is past time and I will not be getting better. I am hoping to enjoin him to offer reconciliation, to discuss possibly being a visitor of prisoners though I would like to visit those on death row primarily, and I need to figure some other things out with his assistance. Again, it is time, past time, I did this. I do not think the dam is breaking and I am flooding out. It is merely that the ice has frozen and into the dam I go? So be it.

Yeah, something is different. Was there even a gripe in there? Hey, I just report. You decide. Good night. Sleep well.