Pushing along.

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The alarms for my appointment kept me moving.  Time flies when I try to procrastinate.  Still, I got going.  The laundry was finally dry!  Note to self: smaller loads!  After cycling laundry, including putting another in, I hit the dishes.  Only six, if larger, items.  Done, and the laundry is folded.  The load drying should be about done, very small.  Hoping to put the last load in the dryer before going.

I am backed up on what needs hung, as I need to see how the container system will fit.  Which... is fine.  No time to do that today.  Just not enough time, probably... or energy.  Another cup of coffee, best to take medicine, then a shower.  I should be able to hit the registrar before... or maybe not?  Time flies even when pushing.  I can only push so hard, so fast.  Still close to death, always.  No, too late.  Have to go, in case of traffic issues.

I did, have been, making the bed.  I will need the bed dearly tonight, and it being made somehow helps.  If I can just make it through this week, perhaps a break next week.  Oh, an invitation to a porn site.  No thank you.  I got away from that with as direct a talk with God as I ever had, if He did it twice.  I won't relinquish that grace for anything.  Besides, I have far better memories with real women.  Later.