Pleasant.

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I'm not limping around.  I don't move too much though, either.  I did get to the hashbrowns.  I baked eight potatoes, let them cool enough to peel, then simply used a hand grater to crumble them.  That makes plenty, for a while.  I went ahead and made another omelet, and fried up some of the potatoes.  Hmm...  It looks like I will need some practice, with both.  I may look around for ideas on how to do each better.  Still, it was nice to give these things a go, first, so that when I read advice I might have a chance of weeding out what won't work for me along with what I knew I wouldn't like anyway.  Practice might make perfect, but good advice will cut down on practice.  I am interested in doing it how I like it, not inventing a well worn wheel invention.  Somebody already makes it exactly how I like it.

The kitchen cart arrived today.  I don't know if I will get to it, but that is still the plan.  I didn't finish the dishes since I knew I would be making a lunch.  With dinner arriving later, I can afford to try to get caught up on dishes without fumbling over making more things to wash.  Most of the laundry is folded, a few things in there to mess with, but mostly done.  Just to put that up.  The dishes, laundry, and the cart are all I have on my schedule.  And I am trying to stick to the schedule, either way.  Not more, not less, assuming I am able.  Oh, but if I can remember, I'd like to pull the trash barrel off the curb.

I can't believe the weather today.  It was cool this morning.  It was below freezing, if I read the thermometer correctly.  But it is bright and pretty warm out there now.  I wish I was feeling better, I might get out and rake.  I may eventually hit raking, but in small parts.  Filling a bag, or two, then taking a break for however many hours or days until I can get back to it.  That won't happen until... Probably Friday, or even next week.  The living room, and keeping up on what I cleaned, has priority.  Oh, I'll never be great at it.  Even my mother has turned around and realized that men don't clean well, something just isn't there for us.  She fought the idea for a very long time, but finally has surrendered.  If women, for the most part, want a clean house... it will be up to them.  What I am doing, at my level best, would not be good enough for most matrons.  But cleanliness, in absolutes, is really only a mild part of my works.  My cleaning is probably more about doing something, something constructive, something active, something I might be able to do, as a method of exercise.  Just know that.  Still, if I can get things up to my specs, and maintain them, perhaps dig in a bit deeper, that isn't bad... for now.

I am doing very well.  I just have to take things a lot slower.  I really do.  I am thinking I want to do a bit more, hit things a bit harder, Thursday.  As serious as this one was, though, I'll take off as much time as I need.  I don't know if that is always what happens when I fell in the past.  I couldn't remember everything, or much of anything often.  I couldn't feel pain.  I just knew it was all horribly wrong.  Perhaps if you broke your leg, but couldn't feel it, yet could see the wrong angle... like that.  I have no idea how many times I fell.  I suspect I would go into distress, and then retrigger it over and over, without ever fully having recovered.  I have never triggered this, before, to end up the next day in a conscious, mobile, somewhat pleasant and satisfactory shape.  I just can't get over this.  Though, I must admit, I keep looking for another shoe to drop.  This just hasn't ever happened before.  Ever.

Well... on to... something.  Later.