To bed late, up late.

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With the work I have been doing, I have been sleeping quite well with a window open and my door shut.  With the furnace set at 70 I am usually on the verge of overheating too.  Never to worry.  I was goofing last night and lost track of the time.  My mother peeked out at about 3:00 and asked if I planned to get up in the morning.  Oh, fine.  So I shut the machine down and crashed quite well.  Up a bit before noon though.  She wasn't up too much earlier though, sleeping through her phone and nearly hitting 10:00.  We worked, then went shopping though yesterday.

One of the things on my list, for a while, has been a steam cleaner.  Renting presents too many problems.  My problem had been that research was not coming to a good conclusion.  I didn't like any of the answers, or questions.  One of the things my mother wanted was to rent or buy such a device.  I hate the smell of most rentals, and feel like I'm bringing someone else's stench into my home.  Plus, renting means returning, and for me that could get very expensive very quickly, with one slip of the mind.  She backed Hoovers, so we went looking.  That is what I woke to this morning.  Gladly, the carpets and area rug weren't too bad.  What I feared I would find, moving the couch, simply didn't exist.  The bad spots were clearly visible from the beginning.  The machine is a breeze to use, and clean, even for me.  It will see use after the cats... do their thing.  Cat tested already.  Just as my mother finished the living room and was hitting an area rug, Sam decided to give us a test.  My mom almost cried.  I can tell she is getting tired, the trip coming up and then V.A. appointment day will give her a much needed break.  Sam is banished until the noisemaker is finished, for her own sake!

Two days ago, all we had really hit was the kitchen.  We started to spread out.  Today?  We have pretty much the whole of the downstairs, laundry, and... the inside, done.  My mother is just casting about with arranging things now.  I am not awake enough.  And we ate right off.  Both trying to eat too quickly and trying to work to early after waking are mistakes.  Together?  I am going through cold sweats.  I told my mom I HAD to back down and sit for an hour or two.  I can't do that.  Usually she is good, but today's late start got her going, I think.  I move much more and I will lose my cookies.  It doesn't matter how soft, easy, or slow.  I need time to get the gears to mesh in the morning.  Period.

Oh, well, there is my bedroom.  When we return from the trip, I am going to clean it, having my mom just check on my progress and point and click.  There are things to do outside, but I am going to try to get her to relax her last week here.  As... much as she can.  She is a tornado at 70, it is probably what keeps her whole and going.  I don't want to trip that up either.  Bah, she can find something to do, and will.  The world is her playground.

Have a good day.  I will.  It's been good work, until this morning.  It'll get back on track in an hour or two.