Noon.

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Ducks were fed, Sam allowed out.  Now to actually wake.  I feel, mostly, pretty good.  A bit tired, some aches and pains, but better than most mornings for weeks now?  I think so.  Life is improving.  I am still limited in how much work I can do, and when, but even that is an improvement, and improving.

Dishes from last night will be hit before long.  One of the pots will be used for breakfast.  A roast for supper, and a couple of fatted teas and chia and flax cereal to fill out a sort of lunch/snack... those latter being how I get the fat portions configured.  Until steak is fiscally viable as a near daily driver again, fats have to be consumed this way.

The goal is all washed clothes and dishes put up, the bedroom sorted, and boxes to be broken down at least gathered.  If that gets done, then the bathroom.  Even more?  Then the boxes taken down and some sorting in the living room.  I doubt if I will make it out of the bedroom, but who knows.  Seriously, sometimes I just get second, third, and fourth winds.  I want direction, a plan, just in case.  I have lost that drive to not having goals before, quite frustrating.  I'll save putting up storage systems for tomorrow.  Probably.

Oh, trash.  I doubt if I have more than three smaller bags.  Perhaps a bag or two outside already?  Doubtful.  I think it is recycling day?  I think I do have two bags out there, maybe one to take out.  Yeah, easy enough.  A few garbage cans will need bags added.  No real heavy work this time.  Stay on top, easy to keep up.

Swimming tomorrow.  I will shower at the pool, before and after, so no need shower at home.  That isn't unfairly taking advantage, it is what most pools prefer.  It cuts cleaning expenses much more than it costs.  I am a bit nervous.  It's been a while, new pools, and, well, people... mostly naked people.  *grins*  Later.