Not as planned.

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Even so, I'll take it.  Hoping for more.

I ended up doing normal morning stuff first then getting bedding changed, the bed made, and laundry started.  While I haven't started in on the dishes, I set them to soak then drained and refreshed the soak... tomato and meat require more soap than one soak offers, to my demands.  Clean isn't greasy.

My hands have improved.  Rubber gloves, talcum powder, and aloe vera lotion for the initial stages.  It's both the heat, the water, chemicals, and then the cold.  Oh, I went from Gold Bond to generic baby powder.  I went from paying $6 to $10 a bottle to $20 or less for 48 bottles, same amount per.  I can handle the baby smell.  I use the stuff on my feet, along with foot spray.  My feet don't smell funny anymore, or itch or burn.  My routine works.

Hmm?  I don't know.  I am hoping to reduce boxes and hit the kitchen.  After a break, if I can.  I am happy with where things are, in the day and along the list.  If I didn't do more, so long as I didn't add to the mess, I'd be good.  But, as we all know... deceiving.  I plan on making a mess, sourdough pancakes.  More, doing more isn't, for some of us, a choice.  Either I can or I cannot.  If I can, it isn't that I am compelled, it is that I simply will do it.  No real choice.

Ugh.  I think I hit a wall.  I'll probably get better or nap.  Hmm, food might help.  Later.