Bits of work.

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Three or four sets of dishes, not all to completion though some.  Washing, rewashing as necessary, rinsing, and drying if I got to that point.  Several meals tended, and keeping those dishes and pans in the work effort.  Not a great day, some things done.  More tomorrow.  Just dishes.  No laundry or shoveling.  I seem to have repaired from the damage caused in the dream.  Just a bit sore, though from stooping doing dishes or the dream I can't say.

More dishes tomorrow.  Then a shower, or in there somewhere.  Hopefully figuring out laundry as well.  All good.  Dark dreams, I think.  Yeah.  Sometimes I can tell, or... suspect more strongly.  As a man who stands to be whipped, knowing the meaning of that, I sweat in trepidation.  I hope the darkness passes.  I pray no suffering, not of this kind.  If I must, so be it.

Good night.