I had been losing my way.

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Between intense business problems, which are still ongoing if theoretically managed... the cold, which also is theoretically finished... to cleaning and other work, and the want of play such as hiking, photography, or even just getting out, which are all ongoing, to other business matters that aren't monetary but social, personal, religious...  So much on my plate, only so much me, time, effort.  I was getting stuck on one, then losing track when something else snuck up on me or came at me full face.  The work today helped me out of the mild but becoming more intense rut.

Beside holding off sleeping as long as I could into early evening, to avoid heat sleep related problems, when I woke I set the dishes up.  I have washed them as well, now... first wash.  They are soaking a second time.  The goal is to have them finished by true morning, or at least in a hot rinse, then yeah... maybe done before I need a nap a bit later.  Then a shower and air dry time while I tinker.  The trick with sleeping in the "heat", is to know when it is too hot, get out of sleep, and arrange naps and sleep periods as best I am able.  The thing is, when sleeping, if it is too hot, my body sort of dives... trying to get more or better rest.  So pulling out of that is really tricky.  Alarms aggravate that.  Suffering, one way or the other, is the only way... at least until I can balance my sleep, get used to some heat, or figure to catnap on a dime, and back.

If I can finish the dishes, I will be back in the kitchen, hitting it hard.  I'll do that as long as I can, take a break, then hit the bathroom as a change of pace, then back to finish the kitchen.  The goal is to have the kitchen table stripped, kept bare and clean, and ready to use for cooking or baking, sharpening, or other if more domestic type of chores and duties.  I won't eat at the table, really.  It's too big for one.  A reminder of somethings I'd rather not know.  Though making rolls, or tortillas, or egg noodles... sharpening blades and working up to sharpening razors... these things a good, tolerable, right.

Depending how things turn out, I will probably make a strong attempt to get to town today.  Just to deliver boxes, though a bit of shopping would be good.  I might as well clear the fridge as much as possible, sorting, tossing, planning.  I really would like to fix something good to eat this week.  Oh, tortilla dough... I need to get that out.  Bleh... keeping up on it all is harsh.  Worth a shot though.  Later.