Running out of steam.

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I have done what I could. Two loads of dishes, two loads of laundry, a bit of cleaning, picking up, and organizing here and there. I want to fold the last of the laundry and what is in the dryer, put the wash into the dryer and let it go on 'fluff', make my bed, and then crash as hard as I can. If nothing else, I am pleased to have gotten the work that I did do finished. I have some hope that this isn't the last of my work cycle. I would like to have the computer room, laundry, dishes, kitchen, and my bedroom ready for inspection from the mother general. Next week would be an easy week if so.

I need to do a bit of shopping to see me through. I do need good food when I want to work. I had grilled chicken the other day, a bunch of it. And that did help probably get me to the point of working. In these times, with the medicine beating me up, knowing to eat is one thing, figuring out how to buy, getting enough going to cook, even remember to eat, and figuring that all out in a short enough time that the food doesn't spoil, is actually one heck of a trick. It's almost an accident. Still, it's part of my game plan.

Well, I best get to things. My back is starting to ache and not recovering well anymore. Just a few more things and I can sleep with a (more than usual) tired body and a rested mind (rested from having begun the work, done the work that I have).

Good night.