Well, you know, plans?

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I did kick out morning prayers.  As I gathered bedding and made it, for the umpteenth time I lamented the stuff around and about the bed which made making the bed more complicated.  Hmm?  Oh, but, can't that, you know, be sorted?  Well, thought I back to I, not always but today, and perhaps henceforth, is not always, is it?  Not really a question, but I answered anyway.  Well, no, no it isn't!

So I dug in.  Sorting this from that, boxes there, clothes in the basket, diving suits... what were they doing out?  Anyway... I haven't completely finished.  I need to figure out where  some things should go.  Hmm, the spare bedroom closet?  Maybe.  Still, I did quite a lot.  Then, while breaking down boxes in there, I hit the boxes gathered from the kitchen, stacking them all together.  I really can see my mother visiting with nothing for her to do.  Well, cooking.  Not sure this will last either.

A bit of a break, then on to a shower, laundry, and setting dishes to go.  After that and a break, as I head back to wash dishes, I'll move the last bits to the spare closet.  Making the bed will be lot easier if not nearly as acrobatic.  For a chunk, being as impatient as I am will either end in becoming broke and slower or limber and swift.  Like or not I break about as well as I die so...  I have warned, it isn't my size or strength that will get you, should you test, but my speed... if I even can win these days that is.  Anyway, life just got simpler.  So down so long forgot there were options.


I won't be pushing.  But if I see, feel, and can, I will.  Might do more now, less here, finish or not, and just let it all happen.  Yeah.  Oh, while I am not a great fan of just Christmas songs, especially secular, I am a fan of good to fine music and religious Christmas songs.  I'll mix those two try to put a song up every other day, or per day or three.  You know me, exactly by rules only a madman could know, a fool could follow, and so on.  Later.