A slow morning.

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No worries.  If I work today, or not, I am good.  Though I suspect I will get some things done.  It is dark, it feels cool to cold, but it is a weekend, I have been working as often as I have been able.  And, yet, weekends... I find it best not to take too much time off.  Health requires that sometimes, but before I had health problems and now that I am doing better, I realize that taking time off isn't really a good thing for the body, mind, spirit, or soul.  Doing too much is the other side of the problem.  A good reasonable amount of effort each day is the best way to go, with one day more relaxed than the others and maybe another day of milder effort somewhere in the week as well.  Assuming one has the choice.

I would like to definitely remove sod, place down cardboard, maybe plastic on top of that, and maybe do some work on the worm farms.  A thousand worms will fit in one bigger bin nicely.  I only need to set up one bin as such.  I did find out how much food they suggest... around a pound of compost material a week per thousand worms.  Now, I think that has to be a bit off.  I have been doing more like a quarter pound a day, and it is gone by the next day.  Though these are a slightly larger worm than red wigglers.

As well, I would like to do some work in the kitchen.  Just sorting, storing, tossing, and whatever it takes to clear the area, cleaning to follow.  The table and counters are the main goal for now.  I don't think I'll get to sweeping and mopping today, perhaps sweeping?  A lot of women I have known, from mothers to sisters to women women, those who were good at housekeeping, all seemed to have one thing in common... something I have always hated... clearing space.  Clearing counters, clearing all horizontal surfaces, clearing floors, clearing chairs, clear, clear, clear!

As much as I hate that, I like to know where everything is, in case it decides to attack!?!  Well, something.  I just hate having everything put up, put away, ordered, and arranged, but hidden.  And, yet, as I work on cleaning, I realize... it's... probably the way to go.  It'll sting.  Will my toys be there when I go to play?  Will I forget about them and so never use them?  I don't know.  For the first time since I have lived here, though, that little hallway from the kitchen to the bathroom is clear.  And, yes, it feels much much better.  Feels?  Yes, feels.

So, that is how I will be doing things.  If I am not using or working on something, then it will go up, away, hidden, out of sight.  If it sits for too long, almost no matter how expensive it is?  I'll very possibly end up tossing it.  Really?  Yeah...  Incentive.  It is the only way.  Uhrm, assuming I get to it.  After I get everything clear, then what?  Then I begin going through cabinets, drawers, closets, and containers.  Organizing as I go, tossing too.

Not too much today.  Perhaps some cleaning in the kitchen, and the bedroom.  Even if I just fill or move a box in there, or pick up or organize for an hour... I just want to say I have started.  Next week I hope to finish the kitchen and most of that bedroom.  This winter I may well order a new mattress for in there.  If high summer works out, I might have the en suit finished.  I really might.  To fit the floor drain I might finally use the router, though I may use it to make nesting sifters, for separating worms, their eggs, and composted soil.  Fun, really.

Later.