That is strange.

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I had the phone right with me.  I don't think I was listening to music.  I was sitting at the computer.  I did not hear my visitor, who called, knocked on the door heavily, and even brought dinner in.  He didn't go into the computer room.  He says he did not realize I was awake and up.  Well, that was just the start of things.

With that, getting the dryer out was delayed.  When plans go astray I... fuss.  And, so, I fussed.  Plus, realizing that I was that unaware?  Perhaps I have pushed myself far too hard?  Whatever, I... couldn't put it all together and chill about it.  Not angry, just... something.  Not at anyone, not even at myself these days.  Still, it's an emotional response of some ambiguous but potent sort.

So, in spite of pain, soreness, and all else, I... started ripping into things.  I moved the washer and dryer, each with a single hand.  I undid them, swept, then mopped.  While mopping back there I mopped on through to the kitchen and then a bit into the bathroom.  Neither was really ready but oh well.  The push from enervation was on.  I will probably clear off a table in the living room, then move the chair that is there.  I already moved the boxes that might have been a problem... though they might get a more thorough going through shortly... and might be moved even more distant to where I did move them.

My skin is as if on fire.  Some... rage thing is going on.  Again, not at anyone.  It's, just... plans are other than... well... planned.  So my mind is trying to make sense of it.  But, being sorely tired, it seems to have gotten stuck and work, brute force stuff, pacifies.

I had another call, two others actually.  I called back with one of them, to arrange whatever will happen.  One of the others was tended that way.  Best to have fewer chefs working on a stew so there is that.  I then called the big-box(tm), as the appliances seem to be in.  The one who does the scheduling is not in, tomorrow until 17:30, I was told.  Good.  Not sure how soon that means delivery could be, but, other than tomorrow, the sooner the better.  Then I can go down for a bit then get back to it.  Well, and I can wash on my down days.  Small, infrequent, loads.

I won't complain.  I hope to finish off the whole house, at this level, then beginning hitting small areas extremely well, while keeping up.  That make take hired help.  Four to six hours a week?  I just dont' know.  Nor am I sure I can truly afford it.  Perhaps half that?  I don't know.  Well... I'll do what I do tonight.  None of this was actually planned.  It's all extra.  I guess I have to work it out.