Work.

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I'm not going much more than a snails pace, taking rests like the hare takes naps.  And yet it is getting done.  The last of the regular dishes are air drying.  I dried all the glass and metal, but drying plastic is for the birds.  One load of laundry had been, mostly, folded and put away and another will be through shortly.  One more load is in the washer, but that is it for that on that tonight.  Ah, and the baskets for the freezer have been washed and returned.  Plus I measured so as to consider shopping for bottom freezer baskets.  It's just much easier to organize with additional baskets.  Keeping like meets together, stacking even those, and still having some room for bags of ice or other assorted items.

Feeling a bit rough, for some reason.  I think I am staying on medicine, and eating.  I just realized, it has been years since I went without food for a week or more.  Yeah, that hurt.  Starving hurts right up until it doesn't.  If you then eat, you might be tempted to (and I often did) overeat.  That hurts just as bad.  Amazing.  I am surprised none of that ended me, at least on top of everything else.  It was torturous, boys and girls.  It was truly harsh.  Now, a few days without food isn't totally unusual.  It just never goes so long it hurts to a crescendo then stops hurting.  Oh, I started up the grill, too, tonight.  Brots, steak, and a small beef roast... should keep me in meats for nearly the week.

I hope to do a bit of business yet tonight, at least the paperwork.  If they sent it to be printed.  If not I may try to get to the post office tomorrow.  The problem is the post office is open, currently, during my down time and I don't seem able to shift that much.  We'll see.  Tomorrow evening I hope to get out.  Ice, milk, cat food, minor usual needs.  As rough as I feel, I might be able to sneak a nap in and wrangle the morning to my ends.  We'll see.

Later.