Almost done for the day.

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I got a shower in.  I will finish the second load of laundry, which is in the dryer.  That will be two loads washed, three put away, maybe doing that other basket too.  I finished the last of the dishes, which will make for three loads of dishes done.  Most of the last load of dishes will be left to air dry.  The fan I could find is drying the bedroom carpeting (doh!  the other fan was right behind me, but one is fan is enough).  The bins have been pulled in.  I avoided work not on the schedule, despite a heavy temptation.  I tried a different cat food along with the pumpkin for the cats, much more successfully whether because of their hunger or a better pairing I don't know.  Little other bits have been done, here,  there, and everywhere actually.  I am well and thoroughly done in though.

Why was mowing so tempting, I wondered.  Then it hit me.  When I am running this well I would rather use muscle rather than... sift through socks?  Do dishes?  Yeah, yeah, it all adds up, but pushing my mower, sawing with the chainsaw or other power tool or by hand, hammering, nailing, ripping things up or off or down... that's what I'm talking about.  This... panzie shit is... well... it's just not what my body was intended to do.  Yes, crystal clear.  It is what I have, it must be done, and I am it.  So, that is that.  Maybe I will get to do some fun stuff before long.  Putting in the water heater is my reward, I hope.  Well, and taking the bed down and moving furniture.  It's all the little crap in-between that ruffles my feathers.

Tomorrow will probably not be quite as active.  If I can get the furniture moved out of the bedroom and complete the prepping for the living room for tear-down I will be happy.  And I best check with my friend.  If today was a booger, I will reset it for tomorrow if possible, to his schedule.  Another shower, hopefully in the real morning if this bit of work has worn me well enough to sleep a bit earlier and rise a bit earlier.  With the dishes done, the cat litter out, and my home opened up, there is hope that life will seem better.  Oddly, it really doesn't stink even when I miss a while with the cat litter.  Having three boxes helps, and they probably choose the less smelly of the three to use, automatically shifting which avoids odor build-up?  And, yes, my nose still works fine.  I can also tell when guests are here, little girls notice these things the most.

Supper arrived just in time tonight.  I had forgotten about food completely.  As I was resting here, in came home-made sauce spaghetti!  I tried to eat in a reasonable fashion, remembered my prayer, but then sort of... gobbled.  Quite good.  And being home-made, twice as good.  If more women understood what home-made means to a man, then applied it, there would be far fewer divorces and happier people.  That's for sure.  No guarantee, but... anything that improves the odds, especially significantly increasing the odds.

Well, maybe one more thing.  Though I will probably be going in to town tomorrow I want to get milk and baking soda tonight.  At the rate the carpet is drying I might be able to sprinkle the powder on tomorrow, maybe right first thing in the morning.  Plus, I just want to blow my town for just a little bit.  Supper will hold, though I might buy salami and cheese, just for being a good boy.  But MILK...  I need that.  And tomorrow I will be, probably, taking my friend around, and maybe shooting, and most likely won't feel like staying in town to do a bit more shopping after all is said and done.  You can't buy milk and hope it lasts all day in the car.  Nope, tonight.

Good night.