A bit worn, but with plans.

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The bathroom looks really good.  I went down between three and four, am waking just after eleven.  Aches and pains, but those as likely would have arrived whether I worked or not.  Aspirin.  It's been a while.  I took waterpills last night, drained about a gallon overnight for that.  Other than itchy skin from skin expansion and contraction, all is peachy.

I had hoped to jump right to it this morning.  No such luck.  Until my innards receive their share of the painkillers, they aren't onboard with nothing but sitting.  Have you ever been exhausted, and ringed by pain that will only get much worse before it gets better?  That is were I am.  Perhaps the pain will ease or I will become more awake so as to handle the push through.

Or?  Or neither.  I will push on through, at some point, anyway.  My list is small.  Whatever it was, today it is as follows.  First, to hit the dishes.  One last hit on each, then to set them out so a shower can be had, then back for a rinse.  Then clearing a place to let them have a secondary air drying while setting up another load.

I think I have enough whites, though if I have enough colored those will go first.  I've never had bleach bleed from one load to another, but I always fear that.  I ought to research how that actually works, to learn control and mitigation rather than living in a form of superstitious fear.  So many areas to research, and such a weak memory, and changing world, and wrong and deceitful sources.  Bleh.

Okay, a shower and maybe shave since I trimmed last night, dishes, and laundry... with else involved, if not in order, what else?  Food and water for all about, of course.  Oh, a lamp and end table upstairs... two lamps.  I have a chair and to folding tables up there. Yes, I can set things up.  As well, just to get the storage devices/systems up, and wall attachment bits... eye bolts and heavy "piano" wire... located and up.

With a place to work and relax, I might be able to begin sorting.  Going through boxes, sorting, organizing, reboxing for storage or disposal.  First what is up there, then the rest of the house?  I've been saying that for a long time.  But I never really had a way, or place.  Perhaps, now, I do.  How to clean out from a life of hoarding due to never having a home growing up?

Though, if it is a tool, equipment (functional and in good shape) , or such, it will be retained.  Almost everything else has got to go.  I don't need the space, I need the lack of clutter, and organization.  What does it matter if you have everything needed to survive a major havoc, or see yourself through the part of the apocalypse assigned you, but can't lay hands upon the item(s)?  Winter is a perfect time.  Not too hot and not as much to do outdoors.

Oh, but if I am a good boy, and snow remains, I will have to put on the snow shoes!  They are ready.  I am not, but there is only one way to get ready.  Perhaps just fifty feet, but, hey.  I'd... have done it.  I may set up a camp in the back yard, too.  It isn't a camp, at 10k, on some lonely cliffside, but...  Yeah.  It would be something, and something else.

A fatted coffee as I wake.  Blood sugar is still higher at 174 fasting.  One meat, one chia, and then just a fatted drink meal.  Gah!  Stupid things, Hulk smash!  Have a great morning, day.  Later.