Dishes and what passes for a bath.

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Nothing fancy.  All a bit sloppy.  Washing out of a sink, for Marmaduke sized dogs is, well, you get what you get.  Now for a shave.  No mirror where I have a functional drain, so no.  Ugh.  I've trimmed, I guess that is that.  What else?  I do have things to do, and I will do them.

Making a list, checking it twice.  Chemicals, cigars, and other things might burn, but there is worse.  I might not yet be a saint, but it is the direction headed.  Fast enough?  Does any one honestly believe so?  When things get harsh, or if they never do, am I willing to die or live humbly?  That is as much as I could suggest.  Hope.