Maybe not as I would have had it.

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I really wanted to paint.  Not so much an ego, as completion, thing.  Sometimes it just doesn't go as planned, hoped.  For a while I wasn't sure anything would get done.  The main part of the cave has dropped into 73, the front room to 69!  I went ahead and closed everything up, in case I crash.

I think the post has a few things.  So the plan is to finish what I am doing, shave, shower, and get there in time.  I have hit the dishes, changed linens, made the bed, put the linens through to the dryer, and started a second load.  That isn't as much as I had hoped.  Though it just wouldn't cool until it must have nearly plunged in temp?  Strange, and limiting.  I did what I could.  Hope to do a bit more.

I'll keep at things.  Unless I crash.  But I think I will be fine.  A break first.  I just did the bulk of that.  Later.