A woman's work is never done!

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More so when a man tries to do it alone. But boy am I tired.

I had hoped to do a number of things tonight. Dishes, laundry, changing bedding, maybe cleaning the kitchen, polishing shoes, and finally my routine. I didn't change the bedding. Sam was sleeping so peacefully I honestly could not disturb her while I was in the room sorting, folding, and hanging the laundry. No, I let puss-puss enjoy her beauty sleep. The rest is done, every last thing save brushing my gums, including my exercises. From the counters being cleaned off to the microwave being washed, even the microwave platter being taken out and truly scrubbed, to the shoe polishing. Although I will be doing one other thing before brushing and sleeping. Looking for a way to get shoe polish off a finger. It looks like I had an itch I really shouldn't have scratched.

The shoes will need another wax soon, several. While what I did improves the look much, that they hadn't been polished in years meant that they are merely improved, not optimized. But optimization in such cases can't be had with one polishing. Nor two, three, or possibly even four polishings. Adding too much wax at once does them no good, either. I also got my good hiking boots. They aren't waxed to a shine, they aren't supposed to be shiny. But they have been treated. I will be adding mink oil to both later in the week, unless I can find a true weather proofing product.

I don't know how long I can maintain things at this level. But I think the point of my life going forward is to work as hard as I can to honestly get everything up to spec, then figure out how to make sure things don't fall into such deep disrepair. It will mean doing things when I don't want to, ignoring exhaustion, ignoring my petty dislikes and disinterests, and just doing. I forgot to add Jean to the list of women motivators. She has written other things as well, but this was the one that came to mind. The other day she wrote a haiku, I think?, on the subject. I need to quit checking, asking, thinking about it, and just do it. That is my goal.

I will never stop being tired. But each step I take into doing more will gain me access to even more, until I hit some real hard absolute maximum potential, beyond which I truly can't do more. I am a long way from that, but it is the goal. While I have always thought I have been doing all I can, and though sometimes that has been true, it has just as, or maybe more so, often not been true. Sometimes the habit of being ill is difficult to differentiate from actually being ill. I'm... right on that. But this time that isn't snark. I really am getting right on that.

Be well, good night, and may God bless you and keep you.