Even as I was crashing I was plotting.

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I did the last bit of dishes, then put up the rest of the menudo.  Which, then reminded me, I still had the pressure cooker and cooking utensils (more than it would seem, as I tried different cooking and serving utensils because I wasn't paying attention, or thinking straight, or something).  So, I set those for a first soapy soak.  I cleaned the stovetop, but need to hit the counters a bit again, and will do that as I finish those last, last, last dishes (until I make more, bleh).  I did a couple of other things.  Too many things to do!  I did not get the program loaded onto the laptop.  Just ran out of gas and time.

It really is in my blood to work until I fall.  Most of my adult life, and usually even now, I don't have what it takes to do that.  It is becoming more common to get closer and closer to that goal.  A few times a decade became a few times a year, then, in the last few years, if not close to regularly, sometimes as often as a few days in a row, and a few times a month or more.  Sure, the output is quite weak.  What wears me out is minute by most people's measure.  Even that is improving.  I can't be sure how far that will, even can, improve.  My guess is I am already well outside of believed potential.  First, I am still alive.  Second, I am doing almost anything, not relegated to a nursing home or hospice.  So... I am writing the book, or at least my book.  I hope to write a whole new region, a merging of the story of the quick with the dead.  Perhaps in more ways than one, both here, and in my due time, there. 

Ah, right, dinner.  I reset the soak for the last of the dishes.  Shortly I will head in and give that another run, and wash the counters on either side of the stove.  Cooking menudo is a messy job and I am a cooking klutz after not practicing for so long.  Yes, you can learn the zen of cooking, so that you leave almost no trace, the fewest bowls and utensils, and clean all of that as you go, leaving a short-shrift detailing at the end.  I never perfected that as well as some I know.  And it is always give or take, and limited by some realities.  Never mind.  I will take care of those last things, then hit the shower.  I need a "cup" of coffee first, then on to it.

Oh, the shoes I ordered were way too small.  At first I thought, given the range of sizes, that they might not make a size that fits.  Then I took a closer look at various sizing charts.  Ah... I was reading that, being interpreted as this, when it had to be reinterpreted yet again, or could more directly be translated a whole other way.  After a bit more surety, and ordering 1/2 to a full size up as these may be just a bit small as a European make, I reordered in what I hope is the correct size.  My Birks are filling in, sometimes.  They were never comfortable, until I wore my feet to the raw.  Then they actually were quite comfortable.  Problem is, I hate shoes without a back heel... they are mules.  Getting something like them, with a heel back-plate.  I may have to tinker with size again.  Shoes are a pain to get just right.  We'll see.  But, yeah... a 10 1/2 SHOULD seem way too small, and by a lot.  I thought I had ordered a 12 or 13.  Bleh.  Wake me up when my brain works and people and companies even try to engage it?  *grins*

Later.