What a day.

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I really didn't think I had all that much to offer today. Wheezing like a 30-year chain smoker, all else I have been doing in the last days, and finding myself overwhelmed with projects, chores, purchases, and just a grungy feeling any time I have to pass a nickel to someone I suspect would knowingly misrepresent and sell me poison food just to get my nickel. Beside that, most of the day was dreary, again, again, again. Prospects were slim if hopes were high.

I ended up doing a great deal of work. I cleared the little room to put the work bench into the space, if that is not all put up properly yet. I put the bench in the room and sort of put it where I think it will most likely work best. I installed a couple of wall mounted multi-bin storage units. I then tore the boxes of stuff down and sorted what I would need immediately in setting up and making the reloader function. I also took certain items in and stored them on the shelves of the bench and surrounds, such as reloading manuals, my scales, other parts, and a few other items. Then I opened the case cleaner and put that in there. I put the cage basket together, it separates cases from the cleaning medium. I looked over the reloader itself, and tried to figure out how to put it together. Actually, the instructions simply do not exist. It gives a schematic, with parts listed, but the parts come loose in a bag with no labeling. Still, a bit of hunt and peck will hopefully see the thing work in short order. I also, to a degree, cleaned up after myself and put things into some order, the things that remain in the living room. I was hungry then, and though I would love to have had pizza, between time having snuck past me and my dalliance with television while I tried to recoup or think or something, it was too late to call in an order. So I drove into town and grabbed a burger meal.

Having done that, and well fed, I was drifting toward sleep. I remembered that tomorrow is trash day. Nice, I thought a couple of times, but what does that have to do with me at this point? And of course, this would be the time to clean out the litter boxes. But, again, is that really important as I try to snuggle in and prep for sleep? Well, yes, it was important I finally decided. So, trash was collected and taken out to the dumpster. Being sort of full, I did not want to add litter in that bag. Another bag into the waste basket and dysfunctional litter was put in that, along with a few remnant pieces of trash. Not good enough, so I cleaned the litter mats, swept the surrounds, and disposed of that bit. Then I sprayed the boxes with a bit of Febreze. The dumpster made it to the curb. But just one more thing. (Isn't there always one more thing?) There is some meat I ended up not getting to, due to my kitchen acting as a disaster area. I will take that out to the curb, put it in one of the bags, retie it, and then... maybe then... I can get to bed.

Good night.