Work, work, work.

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Waking late meant starting late.  I heard loud machinery outside, but wasn't quite ready to see what it was.  Might have been a neighbor, might have been a farmers' parade, who knows.  And until I am ready to face the potential of seeing my shadow, I just don't look.  Usually.  It turns out that it was a neighbor, but working my field and the other field nearby.  Bleh, I hadn't gotten the branches out so he had to drive around some of that.  Feeling guilty, if I had made no promise, and ran out of time and energy in any case, I got out, after more fully waking, and removed the branches from the field.  Just setting them over the fence at the time.  I had other things I had to do.

A grocery list was hastily readied.  And the packages to be returned were arranged, along with the paperwork.  Then on in to town.  With a list, and a strong intent to keep to it, plus simple enough tasks, sometimes getting to town goes swiftly and smoothly.  So it did.  The only minor hitch was that one of the packages had to be returned through FedEx.  It was just across the way, with my grocery store right on the way anyway.  All good, really.  The only thing they didn't have was milk.  I have plenty to drink, I believe.  I just had hoped to produce more kefir.  All good, I'll be back into town later this week.  Fresh fruits, some veggies just for giggles and with the meats on hand, life is good.

Returning home, after taking the groceries in (but not putting them away, even yet? bleh), I decided to move the branches and logs all over to my work area.  I won't be doing much more with them until it dries off a bit.  Though, maybe.  For as wet as it has been, the branches seem to have dried out quite well anyway.  Definitely some of them.  We'll see on that.  I still need to rake pretty much the whole yard due to branches, twigs, and all being everywhere.  That might give me something physical, along with wrangling the Christmas lights and the ladder to do that first of all.  Raking is a nice medium effort item.  It's on the feet, using the arms, creating then hauling piles...  Mostly fresh air, with very light weights and walking about thrown in.

I need a bit of a break.  I will put the groceries away after this.  Nothing too spooky.  Cream cheese and cottage cheese are the only more perishable items, with carrots being sort of next.  The rest is shelf stable, or at least less quick to go bad.  I leave my fruits out, though it would be nice to have a secondary fridge for those things in the summer heat.  For now, room temp is best.

As to the curtains and sheers?  After the groceries and break I'll think on those.  I really want to get to some of that tonight.  Perhaps all of it.  I have four windows, anyway, that I would like to fix.  Four panels came in, from Amazon.  A day early.  Perfect.  If I can get those four, then, tomorrow or my next work day, I might hit the back and kitchen windows with the... slightly Sass damaged.  Even so they will keep the heat, light, and sound out much better than what is there.  Oh, and with the electric piano upstairs, I might as well take the stand and piano seat up.  It seems so strange to see what had been fixtures, since I moved here, gone... or at least out of sight.

Work, work, work, and more work.  I've really got to keep up.  Right now I can, pretty much, only stick to a list.  The hope is that, at some point, I will be able to use a list, but then go beyond.  Perhaps I won't become as tuckered, and can either find a more reasoned list of chores and tasks and even then go beyond, or... something.  It is far better to start in when it is still cool then wait until the heat compels me.  Because right after it compels, it crushes.  I have a few tricks up my sleeves, so as to allay the crushing by the heat.  But... it's just a trick, a maybe, a hope.  Later.