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Beside some solid effort in the bathroom, a meal, and some work in the kitchen and living room, I am done.  I just can't keep going.  I had hoped to stay up.  Actually, I didn't think I'd have to think about it.  I thought I'd be up until early to mid afternoon.  I can't.  Something to drink, medicine, and bed.  No choice.

Getting some work going was good.  I think I'll end up doing more, when I wake.  It might be in little bits.  It seems it may tire me easily.  I'll do what I can.  More sorting, some washing, more tossing.  I'd like to figure get dry trash ready to go, for either this or next month... ordering in a dumpster.  I want a lot of it ready to go first.

With the lawnmower in the works, the dumpster will most likely have to wait.  Actually, I need to get in and see about those.  The last time I was there, they didn't have any though.  Strange.  I wonder if it would have to be ordered?  The world is so strange sometimes.  Why would they have no stock?  They did, in March, maybe into April?  Then they all seemed to disappear.  I'd really like to sit one, and talk to someone to make sure what I am buying can handle a snow blower and a blade.  The blade for when it isn't deep enough, and for other things.

I am terribly uncomfortable, ill, getting hot as the summer arrives.  Medicine is still off, though it can take months for it to set right.  It's just been over two weeks now.  Bleh.  I'll survive, or not.

Well, today, I have done what I can.  I hope to hit it again tonight, with whatever I have.  The world is turning mean, dangerous, close and far.  I honestly don't mind if they take me out, just as long as they do it quickly.  I have some doubts that it will work.  Even if it does.  No worries.  On to bed.  Good morning, day, and night.