It isn't working.

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I can't find my smaller pack.  The place is rather rough though.  So I am just going to dig in by digging out.  I started in my room.  Thankfully I have plenty of boxes.  Nothing is well organized as is.  Everything will have to be roughly sorted.  After enough is tossed, then much will need to be reorganized.

Some boxes will be broken down in the process.  Too big, too small, odd shaped, those must go.  I have no idea about priority, though perhaps that will make sense in time.  As is, I am packing as possible while setting unusable boxes off to the side until there are enough... or too many in the way, then tearing them down.

It will take a while.  I think, if I can hit three to five hours every other day, a week could see a much better situation, and probably a lost pack.  Two weeks would make the place nearly righteous.  I do have my big pack, which can be taken down to a tiny day pack, doubled, or with the main pack alone as a major pack, or completely collected into a massive pack which can easily carry 150 to 200 pounds of gear, if one was capable and so inclined.  I'll begin breaking that down and reorganizing it... or just organizing gear outside of the pack for better loading as I get closer to going?  Yeah.

I wanted to do this anyway.  While I didn't order the dumpster, and won't for two months, not until mid-July, I can gladly have boxes ready to load, getting one delivery immediately, and another and hopefully the last out by very early August.  A few chairs and a lot of... other stuff.  Maybe an old bed if possible.  Ugh.

If I can't get out, it is time to get hella busy.  A few more work periods in the room tonight, then on through to Saturday.  I will probably crash Sunday, maybe Monday too.  If my health is actually improving, I should be able to dig in for several days next week, and per run.  We will see.

I've got to figure something out for dinner.  Country eggs are back on the menu.  So much better.  Sure, duck eggs, but I am trying to let the ladies figure out brooding, and I desperately need hay.  So, until that is sorted, I am stuck not using those.  So I was pleased to see the arrival of real eggs.  The others, store bought but free range, have improved, but they just aren't farm fresh.
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Ha!  I was writing, then something caught my attention, then I got lost in work.  Almost an hour.  Five boxes filled, a bunch of empty boxes sorted, most to be broken down.  I hurt my back with all the bending and lifting.  A break, then I will get those boxes moved out to the spare room.  A few baskets of clean clothes to sort, which would both resupply clothes... I had thought I was somehow out... open a lot of space... and really get me set for more work.

As I work through, I should get to a point where the extra standing closet and wire shelving can be installed.  Gotta happen.  Though, once things are opened, I may not need that much extra space.  If not, I may put those in other rooms where the space would be needed.  As an example, put it all upstairs for organizing camping gear.

Blood sugar is 136.  The reading earlier was 237, but as low as fasting and now, I have doubts.  This meter, or the strips, seem to go wonky every fifth to tenth read.  It is better than it used to be, but just off.

I do need to eat.  Not sure what.  Chia and flax is fast and easy, but doesn't sound good.  A tuna salad?  Bleh, but maybe.  After laundry is up, a shower.  I shaved yesterday, so that is still excellent.  Yeah.  We will get there.  Ugh though.  Just... ugh.  Later.