My mornings are moving.

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I am holding fairly well.  I have been waking early for quite some time.  The change is slow, an hour ever few days to week.  I still have days and nights in there order.  This morning I woke somewhere between 8:00 and 9:00.  Closer to 8:00, I think.  I feel good, if concentration seems to be an ongoing issue.

I didn't finish the dishes last night, but I did get them all in and going.  I reset things this morning, and will wash them when they are cool enough, then rinse and dry them quickly.  Or that is the plan.  Then a shower.  Then back to boxes, organizing, and getting trash out.  I am not working extremely fast or well.  I do seem to be progressing fairly well in spite of that.

Not just the kitchen.  The living room... boxes being sorted, paperwork being reviewed and shredded, space being cleared.  The girls like having more room to get through.  Though changes are always a little unnerving to them.  If they could understand, I would suggest I need to do this so as to get a puppy.  No, I won't be getting a puppy, I just like teasing critters.  But they wouldn't understand that, so no game.

Bit by bit the cave is coming back together, to some level of order.  A clean place really is nice.  Though, just understand, even the best of housekeepers... it's a losing game.  And I am not among the best.  I am barely among the worst, and that is when I can do it.  Breakfast?  Ham and eggs?  Maybe.  To be honest, I think I'd like soft-boiled eggs.  Even if the eggs I have are old, I might see if they will work.  So long as they don't float.  I am hoping, this week, after dinner Monday, to begin a three day fast again.  I think I am in the place for that, again, finally.  Later.