Finis.

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I finished the dishes.  But that's it.  I had to push to get them done, but I wanted at least that.  I had hoped to finish long ago, then to have gotten a shower in, and be heading to the post office, plus maybe putting in a last load of dishes.  I had hoped, actually, to have much of that done, plus a nap in, to be waking about now.  Not a chance.  I am fried.  I will have a few of those eggs then on to bed.  The chance that I will hear the phone is... much diminished.

My body hurts.  It's been pushed out of trim.  I know sleep will fix it.  That is what I'll be giving it.  Oh, best take medicine.  I'll finish an episode of something while I am eating and preparing to crash so very hard.  I had to have some of that carb replacement.  All good.

Good night.