Good morning.

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Yeah, up early.  Especially since, with all the later work I couldn't get down until after 1:00.  I didn't want to lose my days, so when I woke at about 5:30, I decided to fight for it.  I may need a nap later.  And I might work a little slower.  I am up.  Painpills first thing.  It doesn't feel terrible, but that might be because I've had mind-numbing amounts of too little sleep.  Pain could well be heading down the synaptic pipeline to the brain behind this post, just at leviathan synaptic firing speeds.

It's a quite time to be about.  Even the girls aren't quite fussing yet.  The only thing I didn't do, that I had hoped to do and written about, was to bring the trash bin back from the curb.  Not a problem though, I'll get that when I go to town.  I may hit the dishes shortly, so I can set them out and take a shower, then put them back in for another soak or rinse, depending on how naughty or nice they have been.  I feel as if I am about to catch back up to where I was.  Maybe and more.

Parts, grocery shopping, and I think I'll call in medicine for pickup.  If I can get the plumbing going for the drain, I probably still can't do dishes.  Usually the various goops require some time to cure.  I can finish up dishes, clean some in the kitchen, maybe take a nap if needed, prep the laundry as I may just push that through before leveling... or perhaps leveling will go ahead in time.  Either way, having the laundry arranged for easy loading will simplify the process and allow me to see just how much this machine can take, load size wise.

All assuming there is even anything left after dishes, the shower, and then the trip to town.  Let me see... filling up the gas tank, recycling, the hardware store, the pharmacy, the dry cleaner, and then the store?  It isn't even a straight shot.  I have multiple projects needing the hardware store, so I best remember my list.

Oh, I have gotten my feet and legs in pretty good shape by hard scrubbing, but I think there is a... reduction in returns upon repeats at this point.  I have removed the scales, opened the skin for breathing and all so as to repair much more easily.  Now I need to keep using moisturizing soap on them, but otherwise letting them just heal.  I might use the scrubber on the heels and bottoms of my feet.  But only as maintenance.  Those, for the first time in a very long time, are looking and feeling... almost human.  They are still a bit dry, and for medical reasons probably always will for the rest of this life.  But just a bit.  Given the givens, that's as good as it will get and I'll take it.

Breakfast?  You know, I may just use that as incentive to get in to town a bit earlier.  By noon and it's... on me!  Good morning, and day.  *tips hat*