I am always amazed.

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A bit of help and... the place is tops.  It always surprises me how fast work gets done.  The rug under the table is gone.  With great pleasure, after it was removed, I took that outside.  I hope it fits the trash bin next trash cycle.  There is still a carpet in the kitchen, but over near the sewing machine.  That I can work with.  Between my piddling attempts and their work, the place looks solid.  They did more in a few hours than I did in the time between learning they would be arriving, and their arrival.  Further, while the ladies were cleaning, the Mr and myself finally got that wall television mount up, put the patio furniture in the garage, and worked on the driveway.  Look, no matter how men try, with cleaning we are more underfoot than a help, especially in tighter quarters.  Oh, he looked over the faucet.  That piece I thought had been missing was simply not a piece that fit in anywhere.  He too could not get it to work.  So... I'll be sending that in.  I've given up on trying to make it work.

I am beat though.  Between what I did last week, and then this week, I could use a short breather.  So a short breather I will have.  Next week I am hoping to wet vac the living room.  This time I know right were those clear rug runners are, so that I don't have to walk on wet carpeting.  I found the old, too, so I have plenty.  There are little things I could do between then and now, as well.  Not today, mind you.  I went to bed so late.  Fired up from a longer run I just couldn't quite go down.  I tried a bit of a cheater, to no good effect.  Hitting it about 2:00.  I set the alarm for 10:00, I think. Waking well and solidly at 7:40 and change, I turned off the alarm and just got up.

You don't think you are the only one to get caught up in the dark webs of my imagination, do you?

Yeah, I keep trying to figure out the haunting.  It's not disturbing, or biting, mostly.  I have gotten it down to a set of thoughts and moves that can't be cleared without ground deployment.  Still trying to scare off both parties, though.  If I think there is little I could say.  At this point, choices have been made.  It's fiction, of course.  I should, and probably have, suggested that.  I just want to make it certain, again.  Sort of like playing chess in the mind, if you have the skills.  Mostly.  Even so, I don't play fair, or nice, if I try to keep the thing as true as possible, with some bluffing and battle stances in exhibit.  Sometimes you fold on a good hand, or stand with a bad one, depending on all the givens.  That's all.  I keep working at... getting it just right.  As for theory, that's probably as close as I get, as I mentioned.

Ah, my dream yesterday night was interesting.  Unrelated to the above.  Think of Transformers, the movie.  Only, the transformations were much smaller scale, human scale give or take.  The transformations were of human flesh, carried out by nano-technology.  There were two warring factions of those devices, one basically good, one basically evil.  A human had to have certain genetic carriers to be able to transform, and for the most part had to agree with being imbued.  Possession, without the will of the host, was possible.  It just make for a weaker tech combatant.  The rest was as any war.  The last I remember, the two sides had not sorted it out.  Yes, I was a good-side transformer.  The transformations were not limited to one aspect.  Any could be, say, a type of plane, or land based vehicle.  Each, however, did have their areas of specialty based on genetics.  It was an interesting theory to work with.  I suppose it could be called science fiction?

Well... on to waking, then a shower, then to Thanksgiving dinner.  I suggested we try to make it by 11:00, my friend thought 13:00 would be better.  Not sure how much choice I will have.  I am dragging an anchor this morning.  I'll do what I can.  Later.