Something, anyway.

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Today, it was thought, would be as any other for quite some time now.  A nothing.  Oh, there is gaming, but neither is that successful nor productive.  It does stop sleep from eating me whole, there is that.  I am well and truly stuck.  So numb I can't tell if I have a fever, though I can plainly sense my organs grinding for... whichever reason(s) this time.  Given all that, work seemed unlikely.  Remember, though, as I have mentioned, if I see a chance, opportunity, open window, even with scant hope and faith... if I can grin I will try to bear it.

I hit the spare room.  Didn't think I'd get far, if I was already surprised I was starting.  Dig in as you can, I suggested to myself, if cautiously.  I am in seriously bad shape.  Mortal caution is well advized.  Taking it slow, easy, I started in.  After a shorter time than I would have believed I have most of it, and the big closet, mostly ready.  A few items under the bed and about, to fit a box shortly to be rousted from the collection, then the carpet will receive a sprinkling of diatomacious earth and baking soda to be vacuumed tomorrow.  Then I will move back to the bathroom.  I am ahead in there over my last start.  If I keep this pace, that room might be full finished yet today.  I may also add a second worm farm yet today, as well as minor work in the kitchen... the stove and counters maybe?  Might be wishful thinking, if that is the plan until it happens or doesn't.  Later.