Push till you lung out?

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Yeah, that seems to be the plan for now.  Until the lungs pull through.  Well, even more.  Push it until the lungs fail, and then I run out of air besides.  It's working for me, so hush.

I didn't finish with the kitchen, but very close.  Dishes are soaking.  The laundry should be done, so I'll put that in the dryer for when I wake.  Just a partial fluff dry, enough that if I forget they won't get too gnarly, yet not enough so wrinkles set too deeply.  Yeah, I learn a few things from time to time.  Tricks.  When you are on gimp time, you gotta learn to stretch things, try to make the picture fit the puzzle, or the other way around, when just doing it all at once isn't possible.

I'll crash for a while, then hit it fresh when I wake.  Hopefully I'll be awake before the day turns into Saturday.  I really have to take the weekends off.  Though I can push that to the minute.  Which, if it works out, might mean I can get... yeah... probably not.  But I will be ready to finish Monday.  I might even be able to get hiking in.  I'll just have to see.  The lungs are getting a bit better, lasting longer.  And I did put the weight vest on for an hour.  What is getting me is that there is always more to do than what the crow's view might show.  Dig down a bit, and you find extra work... if you mean to do it right it means the job takes longer.  I am down to the floor though.  I just need to clean and sweep that, then sweep the off areas and mop those, then when those dry mop the kitchen.  Plus I caught up on the other daily, normal, usual, tasks... or am in the process.

I'll take it.  Heck of a two weeks, and more.  Lungs are ticklish and I am all out of air and time for this period.  Good... night... give or take.