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I still have the dishes to hit again, then rinse. Trash has to be collected and put out. But I have tended all of the laundry, folded and put up the final two big baskets, sorted what I am taking and put that into one area. I still need to pack that, and get my essentials. Soap, shampoo, toothbrush/paste/floss, and such and sub-pack, then full pack that. Ugh. Running out of juice, lower back is beginning to throb. And, an appointment coming up, plus I need to do last minute shopping of foods and a few dishpans, in case I need to do tent bathing. Oh, and fill the water jugs. I did get them washed out, at least.
I may just have to take a nap. I may be getting a call this morning, so... Oh, wait. I definitely have to get the trash and recycling collected. I'll nix breaking down boxes, but the rest has to go out. That's all I need to come home to! Yeah, I'll get that collected and out, then take a nap. I still think I am easily in better shape this run, then last time. Oh, and I won't be packing for doomsday, as I did the first Burning Man. Men can live much more simply. Only if there is a woman along does it take everything and the moon? More so, anyway. Just the clothes and toilet paper needs for a woman are... extravagant. I'm probably packing more than I need, perhaps more than I will use, but well within reasonable. I've never known a woman who doesn't pack three times as much, and that was the frugal ones. Truth. Oh, I suppose there are special cases. I've just never known one. Actually, I am only taking this much so as to be social (wear clean clothes more often) for women. If it was a man's camp, I'd have two or three shirts, two part of pants and shorts, fresh unders, and probably just three pair of socks. Even my packing is based on the feminine. Bleh. Shows I care though! Mostly.
Yeah, trash. Gotcha. Then a bit of crash time, with my phone near me, and the alarm set. Getting tight and harsh. Later. Much later. Good night, actually, sort of. Double bleh.
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