Not much.

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More than I have been doing.  And I feel good enough.  Then again, getting up on roofs isn't as easy as it used to be.  The hose I was using was 75 yards of the heavy rubber hose, two sections.  I was mostly just wrestling with 25 yards of it or so.  Still, it was a bit of a tangle, standing on an incline.  Even though the metal roof has decent grip, you still have to be aware and walk carefully.

I didn't end up doing more than resetting the dishes.  Tomorrow.  No laundry either.  It's not that I did much, it's that I did what I could.

I am pretty sure folk know what I do.  I won't say how, just that... they do.  I have a trick I am going to work on.  It might fix that.  It's a strange world, these days.  There might be a way to change things, some things.

I'll finish a show, put up some food, then perhaps read.  I am hoping to get to bed earlier tonight, then hit it harder tomorrow.  Later, or more likely good night.