Up and at it, again.

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Today will not be a heavy work day.  I am a bit sore, a bit tired, and just not feeling it.  As I said, I hope to get those dishes tended, then put a (the last?) load of dishes to soak.  A shower this morning sometime, too.  And I will hit the bathroom, calling the manufacturer of the shower head to try to finish the bathroom off as well.  Other than that, feeding my and the girls' faces will be it.  Tomorrow will be a day of rest, as will, if all goes well, the day after.  Then I will try to finish the rest of the kitchen, recondition my spare bedroom, do some shopping, and while grocery shopping also stop at the hardware store to check about and indoor and outdoor window treatment (plastic wrap type) to insulate the spare bedroom's window nice and tight.  In the summer it is, mostly, fine to have some air flow through that stupid wrong thing.  But in the winter, not so much.

If I have anything left, after all of that is tended, assuming I am able to tend to it, I will then begin hitting little spots here and there.  The computer room could use a bit of straightening, as could the living room even after my recent rampage clean there.  My bedroom could use some spit and shine.  Well, anywhere I look there are things to do.  There is no end to what needs to be done, only a limit to what I can do.

I would love to say my mother is the cause of my recent activity.  And, that plays a part.  The truth is, I either function or I don't, and it has little to do with external or internal pressures applied.  Those can help, a bit.  But they are just as likely to make me stumble as not.  No, I am simply doing a bit better for no good reason.  I'll take it.  I will.  I'll run with it, I always do anyway.  It just happens that I lucked into a window of opportunity at a critical time, at least for my psyche.  My mother knows my ways, and was probably expecting nothing from me.  Possibly even not having the dishes done.  Hopefully this will be a nice surprise for her.  I think... she will enjoy my pantry too.  If nothing else it will put her mind a bit at ease concerning me.  Food, and a larder, for the middling to poor, is all the wealth we will ever truly know.  I am getting that, in spades.  She came from poverty, she understands, even if... on the periphery of her modern understandings of stores as larders... she is beginning to understand the limitations of that as her own mobility declines.

Well, on to my day.  Several hours of goofing, a mug of fresh coffee, and... musing.  Good day.