Good.

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Not perfect.  Not everything.  Maybe not finished.  All laundry has been handled, that was clean from before.  There was more, a few baskets tucked away, than first thought.  Much of it had been sorted, even folded.  Dinner, and a fatted tea, forgot insulin.  Always something.

I am hoping to do dishes.  I won't do bedding, shower, or start laundry, but with dishes out of the way I should be able to get those started first thing.  It is warm enough to let the place air out, in spite of watching a werewolf type of show on one of my breaks, with some very odd noises outside.  Gotta love real atmospherics added for fright factor.

It is a start.  I did clean the toilet the other day.  I have been eating more, with best in class eggs back in stock.  I have cut fluid intake and the water pill to one, successfully so far for the last few days.  It's not all hoped, or listed.  It is something.  And there is always more, and more to tasks and chores, than anticipated.

A bit of tea as I rest, then to dishes then bed.  Good night.