Weekends are WAY too short!

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This is one of the few weekends where I actually, you know, did something during the week before, pretty much since college.  If I remember right I felt the same then as I do today.  Way...  too...  short.  I didn't get to as much as I had hoped but more than I actually thought today.  I've washed three loads, the last one is still in the washing machine.  I also washed dishes and made a lunch.  Supper arrived earlier, so I am good that way.  Meat dishes both times, too!  I didn't mess with mudding the walls or sanding, but I did clean off the putty scrapers, which I realized when I went in there this morning, really needed cleaning, along with the mud pan.  Yeah, well, that sort of killed that work, or some of it.  However, it was required before I did one more thing with the walls...  Uhm, okay, I could have sanded the ceiling, but... the whole thing with the scrapers just sort of killed that for me.

Tomorrow?  Mass, then swimming.  My friend called and said he was booked tomorrow.  Okies.  He asked about the instructions for the camera.  Oh, yeah, well... no.  Not yet.  Gah!  I will take that little computer in and see about a power cord for it.  Other than that, nothing else tomorrow, in town.  I am hoping to sand the ceiling and tinker with that mini-computer, but I think that will be it.  Oh, another thing.  I called my mother today.  She was ill this last week but is feeling better.  She asked if I was *gulp* scraping the wallpaper off the kitchen walls yet.  Urhm, no.  I do have some time, but that seems to be my next project.  Grrrrhhhhh!  The more I do the more I find I need to do, and then on top of it comes things I want to do.  And I still don't have what I should do in there!  hehe  Ah well.  As usual, I will do what I can and the rest will just have to fix itself, get worse until I am forced, or... something.

A little more to do with the clothes, then I'm going to hit it hard, and hopefully on time.  I really need sleep tonight.  I am hoping, however, that I begin waking before the alarm.  I won't force it though.  I am pushing, even if it doesn't feel like it.  I suppose until I get used to it, or my heart gets better, or some such, I may simply have to sleep ten hour shifts.  I will keep it up as long as I can though.  All good.  Oh, trash and recycling has to go out tonight.  And I need to pay utilities tomorrow for sure!  *sigh*  Way... too... short...

Good night.