I am waking later each day.

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I am up to early afternoon as my wake time.  This time I know exactly why.  As I work, and am able to work, I end up staying awake longer.  Push.  When I push the world, the clock, perhaps time itself, goes with me.  And I am sleep less.  I would say I am most likely pushing onto twenty hours up and six to seven hours down, though sometimes there is a slip somewhere.  And, for the next few days, I am going to attempt to hold it to where it is.  Conscious effort may or may not have an effect.

I already started, first thing.  I ripped into some goods I purchased, that arrived heavily wrapped.  I just was never up to it until today.  And, mostly, it was collecting the last or second to the last bag of trash for the bin that I decided to rip into that.  I need to wash the items too, and dishes are on the menu... at least collecting and starting them in a soak.  So it was almost happenstance, or secondary.  Wow do they wrap some things.  Then I gathered the remnants and other trash in the bathroom, got that bag together and out.  My bin will hold one more bag and I don't intend on wasting the space.  I'll get another massively full bag before the night is through, and then get that out.  Recycling is next week, I think.  If it is tonight, I will get some extra of that out.  Boxes I would normally take in to town.  I will at least lighten my load.

Then I did a quick final separation of laundry.  A load or two of whites and colored cottons, each.  I put the first load in, then grabbed the "unusuals", in their own hamper, etc, and moved those into the main bedroom.  Those won't be washed until I get the new washer... assuming it has a real cold gentle cycle.  That is a lot of clothing.  And, yes, I have kept up on every drop of it.  Nothing has just been left in a basket or tossed in a drawer, save underwear.  I am NOT folding those anymore.  If I am going to be traveling, I might fold to make room.  Otherwise, I am just stuffing those into a hanging 'shoe caddie', repurposed for unders an probably socks when the second one arrives.  Yeah... getting organized boys and girls.  Even if I can't keep up, if I do have a place for everything, I can at least hit one room a month, and try to keep up on the others a bit.  I'll never be Mr. Mom, but I can be... a cultured caveman.  :)

What amazes me is that I am not sore.  I am not particularly tired.  I feel good, rested, healthy, and just... well.  I am not losing track of this or that, if I can't get to everything.  Oh, and this has been a restful weekend.  I should be ready to hit the harder work through this week.  And, now, I realize I can do the easy stuff... organizing... between the hard stuff.  Something has changed, opened, happened.  What it is I cannot say.  What is means is I can make the world, including my flesh, do my will, again... even if just for a bit.  I will use this to reorder my home and life, perhaps even preparing for the next fall and the means to extricate myself from it right through time and space and ahead of time.  That doesn't seem possible, to many, but they don't... understand.  I need to be careful.  This is what it was like before I fell, and it was only in my fall that I could slow down enough to hear God.  My kind is... mostly we can't hear, because we are so...  "Just look at the bones!"  (Monty, Tim)  Pride.  But that pride comes from something.  Just... note to self.

Quite a mess I am messing with.  Of body, home, mind, and all else.  It has come from and through chaos and is headed toward a divine perfection... not of my making, though with the options and tools given, of my design.  Choices, even through death, madness perhaps, pain, darkness, and perhaps worse boredom from incapacity.  I can't make it, but I can choose and work for it... now that the mind and body can, sometimes, be useful fitting tools again.

I think laundry and dishes will, mostly, be it.  I might, while resting and watching a show or not, just start grabbing boxes and going through things.  Organizing all the time, this goes with these, those go there, this could go generally with those upstairs for now.  Three to four loads, maybe a load or two of dishes, a shower later.  I found that the house shoes do wash.  I had to wash the soles first.  They are now in use.  With two pair I can switch between them.  And, with wearing the compression socks?  It just all seems to be working better.

Uhrm...  Later.