I did what I could.

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I isn't even that I am going to just stop.  I cannot keep going at the faster pace though either.  I can sort through boxes while seated, I can do little bits of organizing when going from this place to that.  I can continue on feed, even though I don't seem hungry, have an appetite, or can even enjoy food for the moment.  Little things, but they add up, and perhaps more swiftly than even the big things.

Some things... I have sprayed the rooms, but I haven't put the powders down.  I can't really in the main bedroom, yet.  Still a bit too much clutter.  But I can make a mixture, and put that down in the spare bedroom (even though I am sleeping in there), and hit the closet since that is done except to be vacuumed then wet-vacuumed.  Yeah, I'm going to hit each room that way, both bedrooms to start, if in their due time.  As well, I can do small loads of laundry.  I have forlded and put up or hung everything that I have washed so far.  But big loads... endanger that idea.  And, yes, I want things folded or otherwise handled rightly, then put up.

I am, at this time, looking at the paths for the appliances.  It will be a push to get those areas open... and looking good.  Yeah, I... it's the goal anyway.  There are little things I can do to facilitate the clearing of the area, even if I don't tangle too deeply or strongly.  Moving a few smaller items, organizing and moving stuff that is there, cleaning along the way and while I am at it.

I will be on low-impact this whole weekend.  Hopefully to be ready to seriously hit it again this next week.  But I have to work hard, to get it in order.  Time is clicking off so very fast.  This, too, is a bit of a test.  A stress test and a practical test... a "how much can I do when I have to do what must be done" test.  I am actually... doing pretty good.  Who would wish to get married if they don't think they can take care of the needs of a woman, a pregnant woman, and on call?  It's brutal, but natural, to be needed.  And being able to lift that load and go forward?  Well... it's required.  Many men aren't ready.  Many men never thought that far ahead and are now in a terrible trap.  While women slow you down, just to be able to live with them, they also gear you up, by their needs and wants.  I may be a fool, but I'm not a stupid fool!

Well... on to medicine and then some food?  Steak and eggs, maybe?  Yeah.  It's good to have my compression socks washed and dried.  I really should wash at least once a week.  I need a shower too.  It looks like the water pills have finally started to help... uhrm... liquidation.  The socks will help even more.  Now to keep up on these things!  Ugh.  Work helps, with these issues, I just can't always be quite this active.

Later.