On to waking and planning!

.
.
Yes, dishes, then a shower.  I just hated not being able to plan.  But I knew that planning led to having too much on my plate and I would freeze.  Or... that's what I am suggesting.  So, rather than spending time waking, I got right to it.  Now I can plan.

Setting up the hoses to water the garden, and setting the timer for 21:00 or so, is a major goal.  The next thing I hope to do is to sand the top of the workbench and install several more brackets into the pegboard.  If I have anything left after that I will bolt the vice and grinder down to the top, and a few other things.  Yes, I know.  Long time in the process but I can't worry about that.  If I let some things get to my head, heart, I would never get to anything.  It might seem that way, but that isn't the truth.  At a snails pace, but I have moved mountains, with the givens and give or take, in the last decade.  My mountain may be your molehill, to each their own.  Further, I wouldn't recommend walking in my shoes.  You wouldn't survive.  Not all of the mountain I have moved is strictly visible.  So... what's your problem.  *grin*

Smarmy?  More like cocky.  Taking the shower and doing the dishes tickled my fancy.  Such little things, but impossible things until today, and for a while.  I was amazed though.  It's been a... while since I could shower.  And yet... I was clean.  My hair was a little rough, but my body?  It was as if I had showered yesterday.  Trust me, my nose and senses work fine.  I thought I would be extremely gnarly, like a week in the bush.  A blessing, of sorts.

Well, on to waking.  Then getting those plans underway.  It's been a while since I ate.  I have food coming in today, but if I get things done by noon, I may sneak into town for lunch and just a smidgen of shopping.  Cream and milk are sorely missed.  Canned milk and dehydrated milk just don't cut the mustard, they simply... suffice, mostly.  Later.