Much but not all.

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I didn't end up making food, so there was no second set of dishes to do.  The rest was done.  Wait, no, I didn't hit the kitchen.  I'll keep at it.  Tomorrow, first thing... after waking... food prep, then at least putting those dishes in for a hot soak.  If I get to it right away I won't have to soak them twice.  Then, maybe, hitting the kitchen a bit.  Ah, but I best get the trash out, and hit the boxes for recycling.

On the good side, while a bit tired, the organ pain was gone before afternoon came around.  Perhaps by midmorning.  It was a set of mild pains, so that wasn't a surprise.  But that there was pain was probably an indicator that not as much would be done as was hoped.  When the innards turn to soup, it's usually an ill omen.

On the next cool day, whatever else, I hope to get out shooting.  While I have much on my todo list, I am satisfied that I am moving forward on the list, more so if I really do get the trash and recycling out yet tonight.  I need to get food coloring, for pickled sausages, my next odd little task.  Something to take on day hikes as a snack, with cheese.  Hmm... I wonder, with the dehydrator, if I can make my own granola?  I'll check into that while cooling down after getting trash and recycling sorted, out, and then to the curb.  I actually hate having to race the trucks in the morning.  It's just that I don't always have enough energy at night or through the day.  I think I do tonight.

Be well, be wise, and I hope the start to your week isn't as bad as Mondays of lore seem destined.  Either way, get to it and smile.  Even if it hurts.