Weird life lately.

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No, it's great.  I seem pushed, but don't have the sense of being pushed.  Little things are improving.  The care of my home, little cleaning projects, keeping up on dishes.  My schedule is slanting all over the place as I get carried into groups of projects and pastimes and can't seem to back off and remember bedtime.  Just today, I washed the dishes, so that I could make a meal.  Then I made the meal.  Not a bit dish day, but that is unusual.  What is more?  I washed those dishes, and stored the extra, as soon as lunch was eaten.  Smaller meals makes it easier to get to things right away.  But just the notion of those sets of actions, in real time, on one day, is... good.

My friend asked me to get to town today, so I will.  I'm a bit late, but that isn't too unusual.  I best get going though.  I'll see about a flash drive or two and some groceries.  I had to cut my sleep pretty short to be up to be in even so.  Though running late is pretty common around here.  It always will be, unless my heart is cured outright.  Beside the lack of focus, I think time is somewhat metered off the heart by the mind.  If that isn't the only way a bad heart messes up scheduling.  Well... I best be off.

Still... I'm almost beginning to live a dream.  I'll be picking up some stuff just for bath tubs, and more Lime-Away.  I've almost got the bathtub beat.  Once that is as clean as I can get it, I hope to do a few touchups with other similar sinks.  It's a small thing, it just isn't going to be stopping there.  Eventually I might actually get my home the way I like it, mostly.  It's easier to start from clean that to work up to it.  I just can't believe how many side, small, and main things I am doing a day.  I still need lots of breaks, but I take those then seamlessly get back to other projects, or hit the main project again, or make a meal and clean up, and such.  I have honest never done this good before, since becoming ill.  Very nice.