A beginning.

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The place is rough.  I should be able to sort it, the kitchen, back in a few days.  If I can start and keep going.  I almost crashed.  But, no, I insisted on getting the trash out.  That... is more complicated than it seems.  Recycling is finished.  Dishes... some put up, some rinsed and drying, a load reset and others gathered for the next load.  Laundry fluffing on air, the towels folded and up.  The bed roughly made so folding should be easier.  All that in about an half hour, more struggling to deal with the trash and recycling.  I... get... lost in my efforts.

No complaints.  I am hoping to complete each of those, and a bit more.  As I empty trash and the recycling cans, I have been checking them.  Any which have ooze in them, only one so far, will get bleached.  The good ones are just being reset with new bags.  Hopefully this week I will hit the big trash bins.  The way I am doing things now should mean the bigger inside can and even larger outside bin should remain clean, being doubled with the small bags going into a larger bag.  Double bagging each size, as may be needed.  Well, that is the hope.

I don't know if I will do what is planned.  I have become even more unreliable than usual.  So dark, cool.  Still, it is something.  I will bull through to get the trash out, then that and recycling to the curb.  The trash can cleaning and dishes are next.  Hmm, cat litter!  Then, if I have it, I'll finish laundry.  If I have some even then, kitchen carts assembly and perhaps implementation.  Wish me luck?

Gotta catch my breath.  Don't know where that bolt of speedy work came from, but I need air, and a seat for a moment.  And that actually as I thought I was heading to bed.  Later.