Plans are wonderful devices.

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They simply have their limits.  If my goal had been to clean without other considerations, my plan for last night would have been just fine.  That isn't the case.  I need to get to town, for several reasons.  Need as in must.  I got a good start on things.  Then I started thinking about yesterday.  I worked hard, did well, and crashed so hard at about dawn that there was no chance of making it to town.  So I backed things off a bit this night.  I think that might allow me to make it to town.  I did get dishes pretty well dug into.  I started a load, and will be drying it shortly.  I think I will kick out the laundry that was already done while looking at morning "news". If I make it to town, and have some energy when I get back, I may deal with the boxes and cardboard for recycling.  The rest of the my goals will simply have to wait.  I will be to bed rather shortly after I return home.

Oh, well, I did more than what is recounted.  Doing this often requires doing that first.  And, while doing this and that, some other things just happen to be taken care of because... just because.  I am rather tired, but I think I can stay up just a bit longer and go on in.  I doubt if being in town before 10:00 would do me much good.  There are three places I will probably stop.  I need a new coffee pot (besides it's other problems, this one spills no matter how you pour from it), a new trap for the kitchen sink, and various grocery items.  Milk, cream, though especially butter!  I have the dry ingredients for the waffle batter combined, in a bowl, with plastic wrap over it... should last until tomorrow easily.  Oh, and perhaps I will see about a container for the batter.  Something solid, airtight, but with some mechanism that makes it easy enough to fill the measure cup provide for the unit.  You know... I might get some extra cream, and a fruit compote or froze and make my own, for topping.  The first few days will be just butter and maple syrup, but that will grow old quickly.

I really think I might end up digging through a lot of cleaning by the end of next week.  Bits and pieces, but with main plans and solid goals.  I wish I could do work like my mother, but it just isn't there.  Then again, she can't fuss with a computer, or use a chainsaw, or some other things.  It's just the way it goes.  Then again, I think she cheats.  I don't know how, but I am absolutely sure of it.  You know though, I have been thinking...  For the microwave, the food processor, and the waffle maker, it might not be a bad idea to get a small, perhaps wheeled, stand.  It might even accept some of the other items cluttering up my counter space, like the coffee grinder.  I don't know, I'll have to look.  Even smaller wire wrack sort of thing.  I could just add cloth to cover the below, keep that stuff clean.

Look.  My world is coming together.  Things are making sense.  Jobs are being done.  It actually takes the possibility of cleanliness to push into organization, but the two then go hand in hand.  But that takes money, up front.  Perhaps some effort.  Anyway... I best get laundry folded, and move the washed clothes to the dryer, then hit the last of the dishes.  I want these things done before I go to town.  It might not be everything, but it is something, and enough, while still allowing me to get to town.  Later.