A very clean kitchen.

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I did what I could before visitors arrived to help.  Little as it was, and probably unnoticeable, although hopefully it did make a difference, it was all I could do.  The kitchen has been truly cleaned.  It is now, again, a place to prepare meals and a central location from which to begin cleaning as I unpack.  My home is still quite rough.  Boxes of stuff to unpack from the trip, laundry, and deeper cleaning is needed.  I may mop out there, with that being available.  Most of my dishes were washed, though some showed up during the process, a fork here, a pan I hadn't gotten to, and such.  All of it got cleaned, save the cast iron skillet which I will do separately.  Women use soap.  Some of them understood, they have male family members who are like me, regarding cast iron.

It was good to have a bit of company as well.  It would have been better to have them under simpler circumstances, for a visit rather than as help, but beggars can't be choosers at times. 

I wore myself out with what I did in prep and the little I helped while they were here.  Old, ill, just not quite able to be rolled into the dirt I guess.  Just having folks by wears me out, there is that.  Like an old pet, who even being given attention can almost be a bit much, I wear quickly.  I do not know if I will go dark this time.  I suspect I will.  I am fighting it.  I am slowly losing ground.  As a fact, I may end up in bed shortly.  I am trying to push the day as long as I can but it is coming to a close quickly, harshly.  Tired.  I will probably, in days, become as close to death as men get without actually being in danger of slipping over that edge.  So very tired.

I have some things planned.  An incoming visit before long, an appointment at the end of the month, several articles to write, a game I wish to finish to my satisfaction, even keeping to days.  I am hoping the weakness today is a minor thing, caused by my exertion.  So very tired.  A bit sore from messing with the dishes, washing, rinsing, bent over the tub as I was.  And the various other things I did.  Medicine.  I will take that.  All of this is only worth it just for that one thing, to take medicine and hopefully get better, maybe, someday.  But not today.  Today is a price.

Later.  No, good night.