Good, good, and good.

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Time to fire the engine up and begin employing it.  I will be going forward with some caution though not terribly simply either.  I woke at about 8:30.  I am not quite awake.  When I get there I will start, I think, with a shower.  Then hit what has not been done to date.  What else I am not sure.  Hmm, probably finish the whole of the kitchen, figure out where to put the microwave stand and put the microwave on it, and with everything washed, figure out what I want in it, and where.  Doesn't sound like much, but it is rather ambitious.  And I think I can.  Just... another hour or two to wake, another cup or two of coffee... oh and I best reset my medicines.  I've been slipshodding on remnants, but it appears I have used all the mornings up.

Tomorrow I will take things a bit easier, but might get out.  I need to get to confession, and Mass.  Mostly just the boring old regular stuff.  But, it needs to be washed, and the Eucharist after.  If I can conform to mortal time.  Hitting things right on time is just a beastly thing for me to attempt.  I had to have been born late.  Even then I probably tried to sleep through it.  My birth mother was the first woman to hate me.  The nuns came next.  And then my mother.  Though she seems to love to hate me.  Finally, I went out and found women to hate to love me, love to hate me, or some variation.  Thankfully, they are plentiful!

Yes, it's one of those days.  I think it will be a good day, at least for me.  Some people have no sense of my humor.  Mostly on the female side of things, though it isn't purely in that arena.  Still, I think that makes things work out better.  A woman who is not conflicted becomes bored, quickly.  Keep it hot, I do believe.  Makes for better sorts of various love, just as it generally does with food.  Odd how many things parallel each other.  One might be lead to believe there was a very interesting design for all and everything.  A simple glance should indicate so.

I noticed it is only Thursday!  I was thinking it was Friday.  While I won't be done with the living room, I might be ready to hit it next week.  I may get in for some shopping tomorrow, and place the beef order, with a few extras... marrow bone, offal of various sorts, you know...  And, perhaps, I can begin on the living room.  I'll mostly take the weekend off though, if I do well.  A snap of work, a little rest to see how well that works for my health, and if all goes well, a leap back into efforts Monday.

Oh, right, more coffee.  And a little heat.  It's rather cool this morning.  Gosh but a shower will be good.  Needed one for a couple of days, but the crash was simply too intense.  There was the physical, I was hurting, stiff, tired... but too was the simple fact that I could not focus on simple needs.  Awake enough to know and manage food, with a little help from my friends, but little else in the way of tending to self.  It used to be often that I would lose track.  A week out of months, and not a complete drop, is sufferable.  As soon as I can find my feet and focus, though, I get right back to taking care.  Love a shower after a little stint in the wilds.  Yeah, I'm about to hit the gas.  Already started.  *zoom!*  So, get out of the way, or grab on, or prepare to be boarded!

Later.