First things first.

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Definitely before, this morning.  Downstairs is a gravity well trap, in more ways than one.  A single but very solid session.  And, with just one more session after the last push, it looks amazing up there!  I have exactly twelve boxes to go through, if also a tent to put away properly and a cot to set back up.

I may use the cot for naps.  Or, from time to time, as a sun shield.  Even with ac, the sun is brutal, no matter what else.  I may also set my electronic piano up, up there, now.  I need a speaker for it though, and maybe new headsets?  Or get the thing fixed. Worth it, to play again.

Plans are made for more work today.  I may even check the lawn.  I don't think I have the weedwhip, if I don't I am up to that I could mow on the riding lawnmower.  Though, I think, it has been hit.  Something, this afternoon, though.  Oh, and trash collection and resetting bags in cans, maybe washing them out, those which need it.  Actually, cleaning and emptying, after filling, trash cans, would do for an afternoon exposition on home décor.  ;p

A shower, in two hours, after feeding, watering, hay and litter care for the critters.  Doing well.  But it hurts to do.  Now, almost any work, even standing for half an hour, causes me to sweat profusely.  I swear, I even go into my mind, see what work I hope or plan to do, and I begin to sweat.  It's 66° in here, a bit cooler upstairs.  I am in socks and shorts.  Burn.

Oh.  Someone thinks he is funny.

Maybe.  But he still talks funny.

On to my dailies and waking routine.  Good day.