How about them apples?

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Oh, sure, later in the day.  It seemed like time to get to something.  Oh, nothing much, or fancy, just a bit of housekeeping.  The last time help arrived for that the place was terrible.  I mean for that not to be the case, or at least not as bad.  I honestly couldn't get to it last time, not much.  This time I am hoping to use that as a springboard.  More so now that I have caught my breath.  Boxes and packaging that had stacked up have been sorted and moved, some of it broken down, some more to go.  There are a number of areas and plans from the past I think I can get through yet today.  Perhaps all of the boxes, clearing the entry hallway, trash and recycling, and figuring out or just dumping and cleaning one of the litter boxes that is... a problem.  I've dug through it with the rake-shovel the last few days but can find no incriminating bits.  Then a bit more each day on to, and maybe after, help rumbles through the cave.

Each day I hope to get a bit more done.  And, while I am taking things to the garage, perhaps hit that a bit at a time as well.  I don't know what I will hit, exactly, tomorrow.  Probably the kitchen and bathroom floors.  Oh, and maybe finally putting the faucet back together with the piece I found, seeing if that works, and if so, then reinstalling that.  And finally a general cleaning of the bathroom.  That would be enough to satisfy.  Toss in a load or two of laundry, and putting up the patio furniture, and I think I could call it a day.

Tuesday would be just a general policing.  Anything that might not be fit for company would be put away.  Oh, no, I don't have girly magazines around or such.  But my swords and firearms, mostly, would be put up.  And anything men have no problem with but are not really for women.  I can't think of anything else offhand, but I'll look with that in mind as I go about the place.  Well... a bit of music, then back to it.  Later.