Lots o' work was done!

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The young women missionaries arrived, with two local folk, a man and his wife.  I had been doing bits and pieces all week but could not drum up enough umph to really get much done.  Realizing the time was arriving, and needing/wanting to have put a bit of my heart into the project, I cheated yesterday.  I still have some ritalin.  So... three tabs.  That saw me to more, but time was drawing nigh.  I worked through the night.  I realized they would be showing up, so I couldn't nap.  Three more tabs, along with my medicine, this morning.  I kept at it, even then somewhat weakly.  But I did get the dishes done, there were more than I had thought.  I did tear into the kitchen, but had not perfected it.  I did bits and pieces, here and there.  And, so far, I am still alive.  I shouldn't do that, I went on ritalin at a slower, much slower rate.  Risks.  I didn't want them to... feel as if their efforts were for naught, so I literally put my heart into it.

What they did in an afternoon amazes me.  The kitchen was topped off, the bathroom was cleaned, the living room and this room was hit, hard.  It's like a... new home!  Grateful.  I believe that is the word.  As close as a word can get.  As a pig knows, a sty is not preferred.  It is just what many are reduced to.  I know this.  I am all out of steam.  I will probably need a day or two to rest.  But then I want to keep doing.  Just a few more things.  Steam vacuuming the rugs and carpets, well and hitting my room.  I am well into laundry, as well.

After that, if I can continue on?  While I don't have enough plywood, perhaps not enough 2x4s, for the work bench, I would like to clear the area and figure out where to put the bench and pegboard, and decide a few other things.  I have about two weeks until payday, then I will consider what I need and how to get it.  If the garage is ready, that work should be easy.  Then, with the bench up, vice and grinder set up, and a place to work?  Plumbing.  Well... that's the plan.  Grateful.  And stoked to do more.

While the steam is gone, hunger is alive, well, and awake.  I thawed pork cubes and will pressure cook those, then fry them to get some crisp and flavor, and finally maybe make a pasta dish as I did with the beef.  What a day.  Zapped but not quite done with the ritalin, or vice versa.  Later or good night.