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But not without purpose on top of reason. The dishes are finally done! Ugh but I hate washing dirty dishes just shy of the objects of art themselves. As well, I do believe laundry, which has all been dried, will be folded or hung, with the small start to the next load(s) going back. The nice thing about changing bed linens as regularly as possible is that it reminds to do else laundry. Heck, I haven't run out of... any clothes since I started this new schtick!
The other thing about staying up is it is opening the way to make it to the post Wednesday... hopefully. Far too... not today, probably not tomorrow. Flaggation has limits, which is stretched to well into pain as is. Perhaps too far. Besides, the next, and perhaps last batch arrives Wednesday. I don't think I can juggle and make two pushes on the same schedule obverse. After which I'll take some serious downtime. As to snowshoeing? I don't consider that spit of snow an actual snow.
Not bad if it is seriously uncomfortable pushing this far. Not just the good kind, but heading, or really well into the bad kind. But I am stuck, like a dog with it's teeth and jaws buried too deeply into the rag toy. How to stop!?! No worries, probably. Good night, morning, and day.
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Done. Watched a show while letting the house, my body, and the bedroom cool. I am looking forward to a shower when I wake, then setting up a very minor batch of dishes while finishing the kitchen. Then no cooking for a while. Could grill, outside, though. Ugh. Other than pushing my day back around, that's it until Wednesday. Pftftfta but I am tired.
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