Not much, a bit though.

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I doubt if laundry can go forward.  Going out isn't possible.  I did get the trash together, and out.  Cleaning the cat litter while I was at it.  It wasn't completely foul, as I had worried.  Bad enough though.  Some dumping, some additive, some clearing, and that mess is back in order.  I may set the dishes to another hot soak, and try to get to those before I crash.  Even that is a bit iffy.  When I am feeble, I am feeble.  Unless you hit me upside the head with a brick or shoot at me.  That's what it takes for some to get their boogie on.  Not even sure, in absolute terms, if that choreography is even worth a damn anymore.  Certainly not by professional standards.

Oh, I also reset my medicine sets.  I have been taking medicine precisely for the last three days.  As I suspected, it is both helping and hurting.  Feeling better, but it is as if my butt turned to lead.  Or... more leaden.  :)  Race you!  To a chair.  I'll win that one.  Only one chair?  I'll floor you.  I've also done just a bit of minor tinkering.  It doesn't seem like much, but it is a stirring.  After weeks of doldrums, even the whisper of some wind is a... bolster to faith that there might be more.

I have been tinkering with my katana, in my down time.  No, not really swings or slicing.  If you understand one weapon, in essence, you understand them all.  A weapon is everything and anything you can control... if some are better than others.  A weapon is an object, in one sense, not associated with your biological form.  Hands can be weapons, and the primary weapon is the mind, will.  But that is esoteric.  Quite true, quite visceral, very real, most don't understand such a notion.  So I will stick with weapons being foreign objects.  The way a firearm is similar to a sword, bow, lance, battle axe, or any other weapon, is that, in all cases, you manipulate the physical, external to your body, in order to strike a target.  With the gun, you aim in order to land the bullet to within the tightest tolerances of your skill, the firearm, and the ammunition.  With a sword, to begin, you want to control the point of the blade.  And, so, I have been practicing getting the tip to touch very small dots.

Oh, I will never truly master a sword.  I am decent, with my European hand and a half.  But the katana is far too long to be practical.  It is more of an art than a weapon.  If it might have applications.  If I wished to have practical blades, I would choose the ko-katana, and might.  I can handle two of those at once.  And they are truly far more... precise and sure.  Still, it was something to do when the show was being overly melodramatic.  The dang thing is sharp though.  Learn to respect your tools and they will respect you.  Or, really, you will respect yourself by respecting honorably your tools.  Depends on if you wish to consider it artistically or practically.  I was in a daze, most of the last few weeks, so...  But respect rightly and no worries.

Yes, I will rest the dishes to a fresh rinse, goof a bit, do those, then maybe cook a bit or just sleep.  I want to push to 17:00, but no more.  Yesterday was an aberration caused by frustration in that I had places to go and things to do and did little.  The engine was running but the drive could not engage.  Even today it is similar.  But I do need my sleep as I try to dig out.  Later.