Dishes.

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Lots and lots of dishes.  More than I thought.  That isn't even all of them.  However, it's a good start, and mostly on the smaller fiddly ones.  I did a good chunk this morning, sort of out of need.  The other stock pot.  I actually have three, but only two of them are in the 36 quart range, the other is only about 20 quart.  Too small for this project, to my mind... though it might well have worked.  Anyway, even having done a nice lot I... still have a lot more, and a lot more.  One batch I at least washed it all, then set it out to shower, now back in rinsing.  If I can get back to it, I'll get those dried and put up before the water gets too cold.

I did NOT want to wait until midnight.  I want to keep to days.  And I hate working just before bedtime.  Options were slim.  I do have the stock off the heat, cooling.  It's not bad.  As I said, not all that beefy but not bad.  I'll keep at it.  It sure takes stock a long time to cool.  I don't dare just stuff in in the fridge hot though.  I think I did that with chili, once, after a case of beer.  My lady friend of the time loved the chili, and having it done for her, but hated on poor ol' Doom for... a while.  She wasn't one of the quiet when angry types.  I'll bet she is still complaining about that to someone.

I might still shave.  I still have the stock to tend, and I'm still not sure what to put it in.  I should finish these dishes today, and set up the last (yeah right) load for tomorrow.  All I will need to do tomorrow is finish the dishes, take another shower, then go on to the post office.  Incentives.  I really want the potassium, I simply could not push far and fast enough.  I may... start on those other dishes much earlier.  Wait... actually... I was asleep, and rightly, until 5:00 or so.  I really didn't have the floor to ceiling of waking much earlier, like 2:00.  I'll try to make it to bed a bit earlier.  I give myself, on the alarm, nine to ten hours.  The alarm is merely a backup.  I actually aim at six to eight hours, and if doing well, hit it fairly regularly.

Yes, everything I do in life is a major effort.  I have to think things out.  Even then, sometimes the function simply isn't there.  It's like driving an old jalopy.  If the breaks aren't going, the tires are bald.  If the battery isn't dying, the spark plugs are failing.  There is literally always something failing, and at too fast a pace to really tend.  It's a prayer, a hope, a little push, and waiting to see what happens, or can happen, next.  I'm used to it at this point.  Mostly.  And yet, I keep thinking I might be... closer to something.  Death, more life, who knows.  I doubt the death thing.  It's just not there, in the cards, most likely.

Keep at it.  You never know, but quitting can't make anything better.  Later.