Almost done.

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Wow, nearly three hours have passed since my last post and it seems like moments. I lost track and delayed finishing the laundry. Now one load has been done and the other has about 10 minutes of drying time left and then I will be folding, hanging, or... dumping... the pieces where they go. I will just dump the unders and I really don't feel like folding. But I will be dumping them in a drawer, if that counts.

Quite tired, both of my feet hurt, I think, now that they are out of shoes and socks. I think my right knee is feeling not good too. When I say things hurt, I mean they are uncomfortable. I am sure they are supposed to hurt. And I am limping, which means even if I don't feel pain, my body does react to it. Whatever. So ready for bed. But such a great day!

I have a few things on the schedule for tomorrow. Easy things. One involves a little travel, one involves a slight amount of elbow grease. I am almost afraid to say what the tasks are, in case saying dooms the prospects. Never mind, I'll let you know if I succeed. Not that you care, I understand this. I don't even care, in some ways. But it is putting one foot in front of the other when steps seem impossible, then going as far as you can. That is what it is about, as Jean pointed out. Hush! Do. And if nothing else, you get the sense that I really do try. Perhaps that is what you get from reading here. Even when I physically can't, my mind races on to try and... do. Nothing gets done but... it is figured as if it does, will, should, could. I just can't quit. So just don't quit yourself.

Good night.