Spending nights on days?

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Yes.  What I mean by that is, often, I have one of two choices.  I can either work, or push my schedule.  Sometimes I can do both.  And usually working leads to pushing.  Sometimes, however, I can't work, leaving me with just pushing.  Why can't I work?  Still rather oppressed by the cold.  The cold is definitely dead and gone.  Energy and the capacity to store it, is gone.  Even with food daily, sometimes even twice a day.  Although that does give me something to do.  And I have, mostly, been keeping up on dishes... so it's not a net negative.

In any case, I am going to push to get some work done tonight.  The trash cans were filled, I want to empty those.  Other trash was collected, in a large bag, and in a box or two... packing material fills space quickly, even when it is popped or crunched down.  Which, I suppose, is why they use it.  As well, I am hoping to finish dishes tonight, then get a shower in.  And, maybe, put my vitamins and over the counter meds/supplements back into production.  I may add a portion of the water pill as well.  At times I keep clear, that way, at other times my body falls behind.

That and continuing to push from nights back to days, again again, and I will be happy.  I would like to hit the bathroom again, though it only needs a very light touch-up.  With that, I should be able to begin on the kitchen tomorrow when I wake.  I have been inching my way through the kitchen.  Removing the boxes helped greatly.  What remains to be moved are jars and food stores as well, which can all go down in one fell... day.  A day may be as close as I get to a fell swoop for now?  If I can do more, though, I certainly will.  It would be wonderful to really rip into what is left to do out there.  Closer.  After that, the living room will get hit.  It is sort of like the kitchen.  Not so bad but it will cost some time.

I honestly think I can get those rooms sorted in a week, if I can get to my feet and catch my wind.  And I think that is coming.  Part of my problem has been the dark.  Spring sprang then shrank from it's initial blush.  All good.  She has been a pretty thing in spite of it.  A little help would have seen me out, but being ill it would have had to be strong healthy help.  I am healthy again, just tired.  I'll see about my friends soon.  If I can guarantee, by Sunday, that I can make it to at least noon twice this weekend, I'll make plans to get out and see people this week.  So, yes, push, push, push.  Ugh.

Hmm... what to cook though, this week?  Ah, more tortilla dough, though this time each separated into a batch (to make three big tortillas)... say six batches of that size, which should be three batches (I think) that I made last time.  Some of those I will roll out then cook then freeze... to see how that works.  The small pressed ones make good actual taco shells, the big ones are for burritos.  I prefer burritos, or even a burrito casserole if I want to feed some number... could even roll them to fit a casserole dish.  Do several, in layers.  Okay, but that's not new.  Hmm... beef stock, then use that for a beef stew?  Or maybe try the chicken stock to make a duck and gravy, reserving those drippings and the carcass to make duck stock?  Could be.

Later.