Up and mostly at it.

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I was past five, nearly 6:00 when I finally went to bed.  Yes, I had a steak and mushrooms.  I overcooked the steak a bit, but... it was food.  The mushrooms were good.  No shower was taken.  After dinner, and a bit of chilling to relax so as to sleep, A faceplant into the pillow was all I had left.  I didn't let the girls in to sleep with me, in case I needed to roll.  Initially I did roll, for sure.  When it hurts everywhere, trying to find the spot that hurts the least...  There was no such place, but my body kept trying, for as long as it was awake.

Mercifully, sleep arrived swiftly.  Being back on medicine, as of yesterday, and that water pill being a demanding sort, especially when I haven't been taking it, I woke twice through the night.  I felt nothing.  I was barely functioning enough to do my call, to shuffle between here and there, and little more... if anything at all.  No sensation of pain, stiffness, even life.  I am not sure if I truly remember, or if my body merely logged that into data which I received upon waking.  That was a lot of work and a long day yesterday.  Very long, rather hard all told.

I woke around noon thirty, or a quarter off that.  Mind is still a bit fuzzy and my two main time sources are off by 15 minutes.  I'm not sure which one to go with, or which one I saw.  Hmm, perhaps as much as an half hour off that, actually.

First thing, since Sam had been being a pain, I checked their water.  Nope, it was good.  She just wanted food.  She knows that isn't served until... she knows.  I was not in a temper to be toyed with and she was... let know.  Brat!  I've been spoiling them a bit lately.  I'll not be doing that going forward.  At least they have learned not to scratch or bite me.  Yes, they are nasty and can be annoying, even if they don't damage.  But it did end up waking me.

I have cleaned out the baking powder and plugged the refrigerator back in.  It smells, but not like bad food.  It's more like that deep weird smell of foods or... anything... that has been frozen too long.  It smells like freezer burn.  It's simply too old.  One more year and I will fix that, if I am staying... maybe even if I am not.

Today?  Rest, mostly.  Not all though.  I didn't make plans for today because yesterday ate me alive and spewed me out it's monster bowls into a new world of pain, soreness, and stiffness... for which, actually, I am well pleased and grateful!  Still, I... didn't want to make plans.  As it sits, I don't have great plans.  I would like to hit the bathroom, clean, sweep, mop.  I made a mess of what was already a mess, in there.  I don't know how much of it I will do, but I should be able to get it done, probably.  As well, I would like to do two small loads of laundry.  Just four or five of each clothing group, and two loads of that, so as to be ready for whatever I will be doing for the next week or two.  If that goes well enough, then I will begin washing blankets and bedding, cleaning those and setting them aside for when the bedroom goes back together, and then when I reset the spare bedroom back to 'on hold' mode.  At least one more thing is on the menu.  I would, if I can, like to gather the last batches of dishes and set those to soak... though maybe a shower before that would be good.  Hmm?  Oh, right... well, we will see.

I won't be working quickly.  I will be doing striated sets of this, that, and the next thing.  It might happen, maybe all of it.  But it is a lot.  Oh, one last thing, if actually about to go forward right now.  I forgot the spray the spare bedroom yesterday, then sprinkle it with the powders after that dries.  I will do that first thing, then the closet, then move several sets of clothes to the washroom, take a shower, and then put the wash in.  That will be my starting move.  Thank you, diary, for helping me figure this all out.

*Poof*