I found my pace.

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A load of laundry in, then when a load dries a reloading of the washer and drier, plus folding. A twenty to thirty minute rest time next. Then a load of dishes, after which I soak the next load of dishes. Another rest time until the drier does it's work. Rinse and repeat. I am half way through my clothes and towels. Whatever I don't finish tonight and blankets are slated for tomorrow. I have a clean set of sheets ready for my bed but I won't put them on until I have washed the cat smell from the blankets. I have my Sunday clothes ready, should I need to jump out of bed and have to move quickly. No promises about Mass, just an intention to make it to early Mass on time and ready.

I best take a chuck roast out to thaw tonight. That will be for dinner Monday, maybe Tuesday. My friend is invited. I wish he would ask a friend over as well. I still have hope that he might find a woman to at least share some time with. Women can be problematic, but perhaps he could find one who just likes to talk but not too much. I really think a woman's touch in his life would be good. Barring that it would be good for him to find a fishing pal or just someone from back when to talk to, play cards with, or just have a smoke and chit-chat with on occasion. It would be nice to have more company from time to time. While my meals are nothing to write home about they are decent home-cooked meals. Just that puts them well above most prepackaged or frozen-to-cooked restaurant meals.

Some days, for no reason, I get the sense that I am a distinctly disliked man. Is it because of what I have been, what I have done, what I have or am failing to do? Is it because I live such a "plush" life? What? I could be wrong. My bat senses could be off. My spider senses might be misguiding me. Or, if history holds, not. I am certainly scrutinized, and don't think it is just here, or there. Paranoid? Not really. Some days it just feels like I have angered or dissatisfied all those around me. I have no doubts that this mask I wear is too thin to really conceal who I truly am. Perhaps that is it. Whatever. Es macht mir egal. I can't stress that last enough.

My rest time is up, another load of dishes is ready to be cleaned. After this load I will merely have a large pot and the roaster, the latter has been soaking since I used it. I am not sure if I will sleep tonight or not. My guess is you will. So, good night. Even if you really hate me.