Some of most of it.

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And change.  The bedding was stripped and replaced, bedding and other laundry is drying, half of the dishes were done, some clearing in the kitchen, then surprised myself with a trip to the post.  One of the parcels was a form for my mortgage settlement.  Due in tomorrow?  I had received an email suggesting something had run out.  Had my paperwork not gotten in on time?

Without being too nasty I let an email fly.  So stretched, all I needed was an accusational confrontation with what might end up being...  I was careful to not corner.  Appearances, missunderstandings, and so on, back and forth, yet with a nicely barbed potential point.  Not two minutes and I receive a call with the all clear and solid explanations.  Everything is on time, on track, moving forward.  Goodie.

So tired.  Could barely get to the office.  Then got so jacked.  Just coming off the ceiling now.  Crash time.