Just a bit more work.

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There is always more to do.  What I have done isn't much but it is something.  I pretty much ran out of steam.  Still, doing what I did opened the way for a dinner.  I had to wash the cast iron skillet, which ended up being much less trouble than it at first appeared.  Dry, not gunky.  Yeah, yeah, but that's the way of it.  Just some hamburger, beans, and a can of tomatoes, along with spices and herbs.  Not a great dinner but it was hot and filling.

I am hoping to get to be early enough to wake, shower, and finish the bathroom.  I simply couldn't do more, hitting my limit.  The bathroom is still in very good shape, at least.  I just need to touch it up a bit and hit the key parts.  I can do that right before diving in for a shower. 

No, it isn't much.  But it beats what I have been doing otherwise and lately by a landslide.  It also trumps, by even more, that slide into oblivion that is still on my radar screen big and threatening.  I am hoping, with the help tomorrow, to be ready for if or when it comes.  I'm almost certain it will.  It's like being just a bit sick, knowing your body, and that the flu has arrived.  You just hope you can be prepped for when it all falls out from under you.  We will see what we will see.  A prepped kitchen makes life much easier.  Even a little help, and maybe more on my own in the next few days. 

I can't say much else.  Numb.  Working through it, a bit, but no more.  Good night.