There are tricks and there are not.

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Is this not so?


Everything is moving a step ahead, if dishes took a hit.  Homemade, other than pasta, mac and cheese, four cheese at that.  As good as I have eaten of such.  Lobster rocks, even rock lobster or such, out of my wallet aptitude.  Laundry should be ready.  I have to sweep, so might as well mop, in the bathroom.  Broken glass.

I don't know if you have ever cut up your feet badly?  I have.  Oddly, at least then, it wasn't nearly as bad as I had thought.  Healed with only minimal care and little notice.  I fear those days are gone, if God... seems to perpetually shield me from the damnedest of follies, of my and other sources... if I take much more care not to test God.  So, sweeping, again, and mopping, with a nearly reverent, perhaps even third, eye to detail.

I figure I can catch up with everything, save the kitchen area, today.  I am pretty sure I will make the post.  After the bathroom is done, and laundry, I may take a nap.  If... that seems reasonable by then, if completed in, say, two hours.  Wish me well?  A short prayer, if not just for me?  Later.