Not everything and all of each, but I am getting there.

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The only things that haven't been done at all are dishes and a shower.  I did start late.  I haven't completely finished the wood, but there was a lot more than appearances indicated.  And size was deceiving.  I did get an half of the branches parted, all major branches off the trunks, and all the groups into their own stacks... mostly... to all of those.  Ran plumb out of steam.

At least I couldn't do more of that.  I was able to transplant one of the horseradish plants.  Watering it in well and giving the asparagus a sip while at it.  If it is doing well in a week I may move the other bulb over.  Wasn't willing to risk both of the last two of four roots.  Then I watered the remaining root still in the big planter.  Didn't need much before draining.  Still, may have disturbed it when removing the other, and just because.  Be good to your growy things, green or not.

Oh?  Oh!  I blindly grabbed a pair of jeans from the stack.  I have 44's down to 38's.  I thought I'd be getting a 42.  They, especially, are whatfor belts.  But no, 38's.  I... almost put it back.  Me ego can be a fragile little petunia.  I have, once, since I bought it during a weight loss streak, been able to put them on, to and including buttoning and zipping, but not functionally wearing them.  Man corset things just don't fly.  Still, curious.

I got a leg in.  Almost a sign.  Seemed rather close though.  Then the other leg in.  Okay, tighter.  Is anyone else conditionally claustrophobic?  Was it the jeans, though, or history, memory?  What if I get them on but can't get them off!  The top button through?  Good.  Good!  Zipper... yep.  But, can I move, or more importantly breath?  Yes, and... yes!  It looks tight but I was able to work well enough in them.

I won't claim the size just yet.  I can wear them today, but is today a skinny day?  I am sure it isn't a fat day.  It could be a middle day.  Whatever else it is it is two definite things.  It is exciting and it is incentive.  The goal is a 34 waste.  Only four more sizes, down from 44's or 46's, I was pushing one of those two when I moved here.  It's getting there, if I look fatter in 38's than 44's.  Bleh.

After this and a break, I'll crack on dishes, perhaps do some laundry, maybe hit the wood pile again... going to need the chainsaw for some of it.  The shower will have to wait until the end of the day.  I did get medicine, midday reads, and then an oatmeal lunch.  Not great, just... just.  I'll be taking an after meal blood test shortly.  Curious how oatmeal, old fashioned, does... a cup of dry, then cooked, with about a cup of milk. - After three hours, bloos sugar is up 10 over premeal.

Well, on to my break.  Later.