Every bit of it, and change.

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I wasn't sure.  I got to town at 14:30, 15:30?  Somewhere in there.  The auto's clock is set an half hour fast.  I can't remember if I saw it, the exact time I did see, or... anything.  Pushing, you know.  It tends to muddle.  In any case, my well laid out plan of attack fell apart.  Nothing horrible, just the suggested route did not take into account that some shops close earlier.  Returning packages ended up being first.  I came in on the wrong side of town, so had to wade through traffic.  Loverly when time is ticking and surety isn't to be had.  Then to recycling.  I should have, after delivering the packages, gone on to the dry cleaner but I didn't so shut up and things.  So, I had to run back to the dry cleaner, since I didn't know when they closed.  When I got there, from glomming on gum all morning, and no food, I nearly became ill.  So many things on the mind too.  A brief pause, some fresh air, a cool quiet place to lean over just in case, and it passed.  But dinner had to be next.

And so it was.  In, ate, out.  That is part of why I didn't just not mind missing the noon deadline to be out of the house, I crafted it once all was considered.  I prefer tables.  Booths and the counter seats are simply too small.  And, sometimes, it's nice to eat when it is quieter.  Sometimes the hubbub is cool, sometimes, like today, with so much on my mind and plate, quiet just seemed better.

Then I hit the pharmacy, hardware store, grocery store, and got gas on the way out.  Brother was I tired.  Still, I stopped for mail on my way through town.  Everything is in, groceries are put up, I cleaned the cover for the kitchen light then installed the tubes... all good.  I really am tired.  Dinner is on the way.  After it, and a rest, I am honestly hoping to kick out the last of the dishes.  Just a good wash.  I'll have to see if that is enough.  If so I may rinse and... handle what of them I can before I crash done and finished.  Meh.

I am trying to automate things.  I believe, beside the chore sticks, I may have certain days for certain things.  Like Saturdays for laundry, Friday for sure dishes catch up if needed. Monday linen changes and maybe such and so like that, with random chore sticks to keep the small things in the equation.  Yeah, sure, I don't have everything caught up yet, but I might be able to work things into the routine as I go, and catch up on top of things.  I also checked on the cost for starching shirts... ~$2.50 give or take $.50.  I still want to try a few, but I think, mostly, I will take my shirts in next month and have them ready.  I'm tired of always being behind the ball.  Health is a real reason, but I don't care!  I... want to be seen as a grown up, if it kills me.  Which it won't.

I am beginning to feel a little special.  Not because I am doing the impossible, but because I am simply doing.  And I am still alive, inside, through it.  I'll take that.  It's all I have to give, but it's up for the lowest bidder.  Yeah, it's an... arms race two can win.  Throw in a side of legs, a wing, and a prayer, and it's game on!  *grins*  Later.