Carpet is already nearly dry?

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Yes, but I'm going to give it another day.  I worked until 1:00, and maybe change.  I was right though.  The next runs were very easy.  I rinsed it twice, then ran the machine over it, dry two more times.  Still a lot of work.  That machine starts to weigh more each time, I swear.  I will still need to vacuum when it is finally dry.  At first I thought it was carpeting tufting.  Not I think it's mostly cat and my hair that had just gotten pushed down.  Though some of it is carpeting.  The girls sharpen their claws on it, even if I attempt to suppress that behavior.  They had a scratch post.  When they are fussing betwixt one another, especially Sam, will tear into whatever carpeting is near... as a threat behavior. 

I woke at around 10:00.  Plus, minus, can't be sure.  I know I looked, but memory was tenuous.  I couldn't find the blood sugar tester, so just scrapped testing this morning.  I was thirsty right now, and didn't want to fuss.  I'll get the devices together and ready so that some morning, soon, I can do a vitals check.  A bowl of peanuts, for breakfast.  I watered and turned the alfalfa.  I think today is the second day.  Supposed to take three days.  I have the jar angled slightly down, and into a ramekin to drain.  Three or four times a day... a quick wet and drain, a bit of shuffling to get the sprouts to part a bit, then back to the slow drain.  Tomorrow I will introduce them to some sun, as they finish, so as to green up a bit.  Well... even if it doesn't work out, or whatever, it's a little side project to do.

Today?  Yeah, like I said, at least another day to let the room dry, so I won't be putting things back, or vacuuming.  Monday for that.  And while I can't hit the kitchen as I would like, I can do some of that, and really hit the bathroom, I have decided.  If I have extra, I might begin sorting in the bedroom.  Oh, and maybe a hike.  I'm not sure I can get out.  I am running out of juice, pushing pretty hard.  I'll think on it all as I wake.

Oh, I don't know if I mentioned, but I did attempt to get the french braid in at the shop.  I was doing okay, but... sort of ran out of steam, then lost the middle strand, and just sort of stopped.  She was impressed at what I had done though, so... a bit more practice, and not drinking a fifth at night, will see me to that in short order.  I'll begin practicing again, daily, until I have that down, and then perfect it... mostly.  Just a decent option for keeping my hair tucked back and out of the way. 

Whatever else, I am ready for the weekend.  Just a day to go and then I can rest.  I need to practice just resting, relaxing.  I'm not good at that.  Even while I can't do much, my mind is often racing ahead.  Even when I was completely down, my mind and will where trying to force their way out.  My disability has been a miserable thing, I never learned to enjoy it, only ride it.  On the good side, if I had ever surrendered, I would never have gotten to this place.  Better to be miserable but with hope, then... hopelessly blissful?  I think so.