Such a small chore.

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Taking out the trash.  Now, it wasn't just one bag.  I have three garbage cans, and a recycling can.  Three are smaller kitchen sized, the other is a larger size, though not the outside size.  All were full, and more.  Beside the regular, and extra I was able to get out beyond that... another sack, and two thirds of the cat litter in a sack on it's own(I'll finish up the litter after this coming payday), plus recycling and a lot of fussing to get that one filled, plus getting all those out to the curb bins, then getting those to the curb... then given my condition?  Yeah, it was a lot of work. 

I even ran water for some dishes.  I'm having trouble with the drain in the tub, so I have actually been working on that for several days now.  I don't know what the problem is, but nothing I have done had helped.  I used baking soda and vinegar, finally, in it tonight... to almost no affect.  I have been plunging the heck out of that for a while now.  As I can get to it.  The kitchen and bathroom sink, and toilet, are draining well (enough).  But the tub is just a beastly problem.  I am almost at the point of considering calling in a plumber.

I swear, as many things that are going wrong, pretty much all at once, I really think there is more of a problem than I thought.  Perhaps I really am being shoved out.  The church?  Which one?  If 60% of Catholics believe in gay marriage, it might be that one.  Though I don't think they really have the means.  Secular?  That's definitely part of it.  It might even be all of it.  I just can't know.  It doesn't take much to sabotage a drain.  The rest of it would take some social connections, but that is all but guaranteed for unionists, bureaucrats, medical, academics, and the like in these days.  They are so busy connecting they do a pisspoor work.  But they do screw with people who call them on much of what they do and stand for.

My lungs are a bit used up after just that little bit.  I suspect, as I get down to a sustainable level of medications, or eventually end medicines if I can't get a reliable supply set up, I'll do better.  But for now I am just going to have to suffer.  And suffer I do.  I am pleased with what I got done though.  Given the givens, most definitely, I did well.  I really wasn't sure I could do it, or all of it, or tonight.  And yet here I am, done and done.  I won't have to push out of bed early to finish, or start.  I am not sure if it is recycling, but with only one extra bag to add, and the rest of it mostly full, it's just worth the risk to get it out there.

I have no idea when I will be going to bed.  I've been staying up longer, sort of, these last few times.  And sleeping longer.  I think I have, for the last two out of three efforts, both stayed up and slept for around eight hours.  Not a great thing, on any score, just far better than otherwise for the last week.  It feels like a month, with what seems like a week of mini days in each day.  Whatever.  Later or good night.