Nice surprises.

.
.
I was almost certain, after setting dishes for a soak then putting laundry into the dryer, that it was finished.  That was depressing.  Not just because I wrote the goals, but because I really wanted to do them, and thought I could.  Something seemed to pull me along.  I let it, followed.  First the dishes were washed, then set to a rinse.  A minor rest was had, then right back to them.  After those, on to the laundry.  Two towels and a t-shirt needed more time, the rest was ready and is folded and stored.  I'll probably finish the rest in a few minutes.  Especially since I realized it is Sunday not Monday... which would have meant trash needed to go out immediately.  I was sure the atomic clock indicated it was Monday.  All good.  I'll have that out tonight, just a few bags but they need to go.

Next work session, if it stays solid, will be finishing the kitchen up to the last best and change... a bit more... trash, and hopefully on to the front room.  I may feel like I am breathing through lungs with a few too many holes, running on a heart that has no thump, in a world that is only partly real, but I'll do it.  It is what is left to me.  And it doesn't hurt all of the time.

Right.  Calling it bedtime at 10:14.  I am focusing on being to the post this Tuesday as my next time-stamp event.  The reason I haven't set up any appointments I suggested is because my schedule is raw chaos. Until it becomes regular in some meaningful way I just can't risk the trouble.  Prayer on regaining a reasonable schedule would always be welcome.  Hey, I never ask for a dime, don't even advertise.  I'm not even pushy, just a thought.

Good morning, day, and night.