A strange day.

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I did get a shower taken, then to the post office, just in time for a package.  Then to lunch.  That was it.  It was snowing today.  Some seem less surprised.  And, since I see what I do, I absolutely shouldn't be shocked, I was.  Why?  Knowing, seeing, doesn't change feeling.  We are getting it quite mild, even this late, compared to the rest of the country, even world.  Even with them suppressing the real temps, and snowfall depths, the whole world population is waking.  All fun and games until everyone is watching and cooking the books becomes impossible.

As to work, that was it.  I was awake until 14:00, probably closer to 14:30, then just woke at 21:00ish.  Sleep was quite good.  Dreams of a very good, if private sort.  No, nothing... just not all things are to be shared.  Yes, good sleep and dreams.  A bath today.  Just because, if not right away.

I still have dinner dishes.  Just a few.  I will reset those, but the main impetus is the carts and drying rack.  Oh, then calling about the missed appointment.  The first and hopefully the last.  Being able to make and reset within a week makes a world of difference.  I just forgot the day change.  It happens.  If anything else, beside dishes as an aside, clearing here in the living room... clearing and organizing.  I can sort boxes while I sit, if that can be as exhausting as any physical labor... probably less though, with the lung problem complicating physical function.  It's just, say, a 20 to 25 percent impediment, but that adds up.

I'll get some of it.  Later.