Really doing well.

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For a day off I am doing a nice bit of work.  It doesn't feel like work.  In a sense it isn't.  Mostly going through odds and ends, throwing away what doesn't belong, organizing to a degree as I go along.  Laundry is being done, a new load ever few hours.  Bits and pieces in each room, not by design so much as if I take something to a room, I might need to organize just a bit there, and things from that bit of work might lead me to yet another room.  It is light effort, physically.  If organizing has always been my Achilles' heel.  So that I am doing it without... fuss or upset?  Strange, but I'll take it.

There is a lot more to do, just to make sure the appliances can be brought in.  To get the place presentable before then is... a boatload more work.  It's the goal.  How possible is it, in truth?  Time will tell.

On off days I leave the furnace at 66.  On days when I wish to do more heavy work I set the thermostat to 72, then turn it down several hours before bedtime.  It works really well.  When cooler, generally, I am less apt to overwork.  I am amazed at what has been being done though.  It is almost, on the verge of, becoming a whole new place, potentially creating a whole different paradigm.  A new way of life.  Even if only for a short while.

Dinner was okay.  Something about trying to thaw the beef roast in the refrigerator... it didn't work out well.  I won't do that again.  While still edible, it has a taint to it that I don't like.  It just wasn't thawing all the way through, but seem to go a bit rancid, on the outside.  Not totally bad, just a twinge of something I don't like.  The interior was quite good, the veggies were okay.  What really was good were the baked apples.  I didn't sugar or spice them, at all.  Quite a nice add.  It's new to me, just an experiment.  Worth a try, I'm telling you.  Later.