Waking into minor chaos.

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When I first woke, I felt a bit bad, then worse, then really much better, than a few pegs down from that.  There was not efforts involved.  I wondered if I was still half dreaming, and falling down a slope, hurting when I hit, feeling better when airborne, never quite enough awake to figure out what was happening.  Now, more fully awake, I am positive that isn't the case.  So... I guess my body was just figuring things out.

With the bathroom clean, the dishes which had been languishing in there done and done, I suppose, as soon as I can get my act together, I will take a shower.  Then I will load another dose of dishes.  Which should be easy enough, having cleared trash, thus collected dirty dishes while sorting all.  Oh, it wasn't that bad, just, a bit rough.  Somewhere in there I will have a meal too.

The kitchen is my next target, but just a bum's rush sort of hit and fix.  Clearing counters, washing those and the stove top, then working on the table.  I know have a place to put some of the regular items which often end up on the table.  Actually, I have three new, easy access, places... the big rack shelf and the two rolling carts... both of which still have some room.  Oh, and I will clean out the microwave.

Then on to the bedroom, and doing laundry.  Just one load of laundry, so...  I am hoping to truly pound the bedroom.  Some things will be moved out and stacked... somewhere.  I have the new toilet, still in ti's box, in there.  I will find a new place for the ammunition, case cleaner, and a few other larger items, and the dressing bench.  If I can get things more arranged in other parts of the house, I figure out how to remove the dresser, or at least move it to another wall, after I have cleaned near the other wall where it would fit.  Oh, and I best oil it.  What is the goal, once a year, once every six months?  Anyway...  The room, the main bedroom, is going to get hit.  I might also begin clearing it of tools, copper piping, and all else to begin prepping it for the mirror, vanity, old toilet, then flooring, removal.  I may paint that roob before long too.

New tools arrived.  And a book on wiring, one of two on the way.  I purchased a jigsaw, blades for it, and the plane I received yesterday, this month.  Something electric, something manual.  I won't say it's balanced.  I will say I should have enough hand tools to do what is needed, roughly, should electricity be out.  I wouldn't want to do this.  But I could.  Or, for food, someone else could.  Lame work, lame dinner.  All I'm saying.  I set the blade kit up.  Yeah, you have to pull the packaging apart, removed the dab o' sticky no-rattle stuff, then cut the tape and poor them into the container hatches, or... as I decided to do after opening one wood saw packet, just remove the dab then leave them taped and put them in.  Less rattle and confusion.  Why six types of saws with only four 'drawers'?  Gah!  Just Argh!  Yes, yes I am picky.  Yes.  Hrmph!  Then I opened up and reviewed the jigsaw.  She looks good.  She's a brute, but will do what I need.  There are much more powerful out there, there are far milder saws out there.  This will do.  I don't need or want less.  If I need more, I will obtain a band saw.  Only so much for single hand use.  This is it and it fits me anyway.

I may be a darned fool.  I do my best.  I think, likely, most of us can be foolish given half a chance.  Even less.  Still, I do my best.  I sure hope to get to some better work today, then get to town tomorrow, or the next day.  Oh, and get out to see the edible weeds, and how they are doing.  It looks like the jerusalem artichokes have shot up, and the rhubarb, or the few I can see through the window, were doing good.  I'd like to check on the rest of it, but when the sun is back out, or mostly.  Later.