I'll get to it.

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Couldn't move today.  Not sore, not tired, not grumpy, I simply had no energy.  I just got a shower in.  I am hoping to dry quickly enough to get the water system taken down and stowed.  After that, perhaps finish the few dishes that are setting in a rinse, finish drying the laundry, and maybe start another load of dishes.  Cleaning the kitchen table off a bit, organizing in the process... kitty litter change-out...  sweeping, and maybe mopping...  and a few other odds and ends are sort of on the menu.

It hasn't been rough, it has merely been empty.  That in itself is an improvement.  It may not allow for much planning, but it doesn't interfere with prospects if a light breeze catches the sails.  I really do get the drift, regarding the old true sailing ships.  The dread of hurricane winds and doldrums alike.  A solid wind is nice, but easy to simply take for granted.  Until it is gone.  I must, in spirit and thought, perhaps bodily if not quite directly, perpetually sail Cape Horn.  I live in the maelstrom.  On the good side, I am more comfortable there.  It's the doldrums that shake my timbers.

I seem to be on a minor tilt, however.  I will ride what little sail I can gather from it.  I can't even steer, exactly, having to tack off course just to move.  But moving is better than not.  We do what we must.  If I can get the waterworks down and in, the last of the dishes done, the laundry finalized for now, and put in another load of dishes to a hot soak, I will be quite pleased.  Yes, that would do nicely.  And it is possible.  Not probable, but reasonably likely.  Does someone have a spare shove? 

Later.