A day of rest or not?

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Yes, yes, Sunday.  All day.  Tired, yet, but... maybe not that tired.  As I explained, given that many days, and much of each day, is forced to be given over to rest, I have to believe that if God sees me working on the Sabbath, he will know it's because my ass has fallen in a hole.  All I'm saying.

I can't keep up, so if I can work today, I will.  The bathroom might get a sweeping and the bowl cleaned.  I take the seat in while I shower, which also allows me to clean the brush and brush stand.  Yeah, it might sound bad, but to keep things up I have to... negotiate, fudge, mulligan, out of, into, and around projects.  It works.  Dishes before I can get in.  Not all of them, most of them though have been collected.  I'll do that lot, wash it once, set it out, shower and do some cleaning, then put them back for a rinse or second hot sudsy soak.  Resting a bit after that.

If I can do something else, it will be to collect boxes and begin tearing them down.  I hope to be into town sometime early this week, they can go in then.  As a last item, trash needs to be readied.  Well, last work item.  I realize I need to reset my checks for city utilities.  I'll see if I can find the latest bill, cover that, and begin with a year or two collection of checks.  It's easier for them and myself.  Much easier.  That is as much as I hope to do today...  Well, save for putting a batch of hummus together.  If I make enough, and I might, I just might cut a small share out to taste before flavors meld... as a, oh what do they call it?  Use it as a base sample, or some such.  Plus, I must admit, my mouth is watering for it.  I'll let it set for six hours, anyway, give or take, before I sample.

Sleeping and waking were easy enough, and about the right times.  All good.  Later.

Oh, but first, a better mayo recipe.  I like this one better.  As well, it had both Dijon and garlic, so you could go more, or all the way, one way or the other using this and some personally preferential sliding scale.