Not as planned.

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A bit too tired.  I am hoping to do a bit more.  No guarantees.  I should be to bed earlier tonight.  That should help with other plans.

Beside being tired, I felt ill.  I worried it might be low blood sugar.  At 111 that wasn't the problem.  Lighter meals today, but three of them.  I'll do a final check in a few hours, then go on to bed.  Really not feeling well, if I have, usually do, felt much worse.  I will put laundry in the dryer and at least refresh the dishes, but that is probably it.

It was a pleasant, if mild day.  Illness and exhaustion rolled off my being as water off a duck's back.  As ducks would rather not be rained upon, however, so too would I rather not be under this weather.  Still, it could have been much worse, and I did enjoy what was possible.  I had to force myself to eat, but with hope of work.  Tomorrow.

My mother called.  New windows to cheerfully boast, but really a spot check.  In good spirits, with and without reason.  Infectious in the best way.  Well, and motivational.  I have researched a window, taken preliminary measurements, and am lining up help.  What I have found is that I can do nothing on my own.  But, with some help, I can get more done.  It's about affording materials and help.

Well... later, or good night.