A difficult day.

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I kicked the dished out as if I was in automated mode.  Quickly, easily.  I've started setting up a next load, though there isn't much.  Still, if I can get the last load together, washed, and all else dealt with in the next few days, then take a bit of time off from cooking and all... yeah.  I think I could like that.  When I go down, I may just fast.

I haven't looked at my saws and blades yet.  A bit of a break first.  Not because it is absolutely necessary, but because it is simply wanted and perhaps wise.  After I figure out the saws, I want to size the kitchen sink again.  This time more surely.  Since I didn't tear into anything, I may be able to take some things back.  Yeah.  If I got the best method, cool.  If I missed a size, or am going up to go down to go up... or I mean doing too much sizing, unnecessarily, than I would like to correct that.  This time I will only have one plumbing line on my mind, so I won't be slipping a cog in the translation... probably.  Yes, it is that complicated.  And then, when you get there, if you have been running to get there, the mind just doesn't always want to switch gears, perhaps it can't at some points.

The tub is clear, so if I wish to go in to town yet this evening I can get a quick shower in.  Ugh!  Seriously... I'm burning all four ends of that candle, somehow, at this point.  Oh well.  I may see if there is a better abs cutting tool, or some sort of alignment attachment to keep the cuts straight, or straighter.  A jig for hand or sawsall cutting?  I dunno, something.  But, as I mentioned, first a little break.

Later.