Shower, ducks, and more.

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More is still theory, but planned.  A visitor, perhaps.  To help, and help remove broken down boxes.  I had some downstairs from downstairs, then grabbed the upstairs ones.  I tossed them down.  Not the best plan.  Had to fight my way through.  It was the equivalent of ten methhead 3rd graders.  You don't want to know how I know.

I win.
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As it turns out, a bit of the hoped work.  Boxes and trash out, deposited.  Then just a tiny bit of other work.  Called off because the Boss was called to real work.  Still, just removing cardboard was a very nice piece of work.  If I can do more, it will be folding clothes.  A basket, two, half.

Tomorrow?  I really want to hit the upstairs again, first thing.  I am getting somewhere with it, if it doesn't look it.  Just one session.  Then storage, items from front to back.  Hopefully several boxes managed.  The goal is to be done by noon, get a shower, then take a break until a bit of work in the afternoon.

Dinner, shortly.  A fatted tea and salad.  Cheese, chicken, and?  Dressing, of course.  Hmm, I should get fixings for vinaigrette.  I truly love a homemade italian dressing.  Mint this time, thyme and cracked pepper or a full Italian medley next.  I even put in mystery herbs or spices for that exquisite touch none can name.  I should create a very small list for the store, for once a month runs.  Just the little things.  I am trying to run a much more humble show from now on.

Not bad.  While delayed, with what has been done today, I am almost at Wednesday of last week, and I only worked to Thursday.  Cheers.  And later.