I keep doing.

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So I keep writing. I need this for evidence, for myself, later perhaps. Proof of what can be done without pain or stress or fear.

I went to grab the laundry and noticed the slacks which need to go to the dry cleaner. I grabbed those and the laundry and made it to loveseat where the boxed lamp sat. I set down what I was carrying, found a pocket knife, and opened the box. It seems to be packed well enough. I had to grab some duct tape to cover a few things on the box, then a couple of magic markers to write "fragile" all over the box and label the top and bottom. Then the card that was to go in the box had to be prepped. I filled it out, but remembered I needed to put a check in there. Out to the X, where I had left the checkbook, and then that was filled out, put with the card, and the card then put in the box. But while I was at cards, I prepared the thank card for my mother and the birthday card for my brother. I completed the thank you card but I don't have my brother's address. I will call my mother later, when I think she will be at home. I couldn't seal up the box, either, as I don't have the right kind of tape. I'll get that done when I arrive at the Post office.

After I sorted that out, as much as possible with what I have, I grabbed the laundry and the slacks to be dry cleaned, and headed into the kitchen, where I bagged the slacks and put them with the ammunition to be packed in the car. I then put the box to be shipped in with the things to be loaded. The laundry then went into the laundry room. I put in a good solid load, and extra (than my usual, I skimp, and even with this extra it is a skimp) soap for that load, plus an extra rinse because of the extra (by my standards) soap, and tinkered with the machine. I figured out how to put it on a three hour delay timer and that is ready to go. I was getting a bit hungry, so a thigh and drumstick, and one of the remaining ribs, went into the microwave to heat. Yum!

As I sit, updating, I finally remembered my supplements and added potassium to my drink and am consuming that while I write. In town I need to pick up my friend, take the box in have it sealed and send it, drop off slacks at the dry cleaner, purchase the pistol, send the card off to my mother, and I am hoping I will remember what I had needed to buy, then go shooting and on to a meal out.

When I return home, the goal is to finish the laundry, though there is really only one load so it will just need to be dried, I think. I then will sweep, mop, and vacuum everywhere, and finally clean my bathroom down to the nubs. A complete wash and scrubbing where needed. When those things are done I am ending my day and will just enjoy what there is left of time. The other goal, not quite job related, is to do these things fast enough that I can get to bed early, or earlier Oh, I almost forgot to call my brother. Right after this.

Tomorrow I will clean the other bathroom, look outside for a few tasks, and get to Mass. I may look for other things to do while I am at it, or, as today, just notice things while I am doing other things, and get right on it. Yes, right on it. Oh, I hope to set up my weight station tomorrow. After I get my home in order I will begin looking at doing some chump change workouts with the straight weights. Probably just bare bars, minimum repetitions, but full of promise. Form is key and is lost even before muscle I think, at times. Initially it will just be a time killer. I will go slow with it, too, in all ways.

So, yeah, it can be done. Even by a cripple. If I do have to do my own thing with medicine to get it done. Risks which will only be rewarded if I hold up my end when I take what I want instead of simply taking what is given. Nothing is free. Later.