A bit later.

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A ten wake, almost.  No soft wake.  To bed around eleven.  I stayed awake an couple hours later than was necessary, wanted, so as to pull the coffee at the twelve hour mark, and rebottle it, from the gallon jar to two half gallon jugs.  Jugs being official small or wide mouth canning glass bottles, jars being old pickle or such glass containers.

This morning I get to try this form of coffee.  I did top of the jugs with water, filling about a fifth.  But the brew was devised for a whole gallon.  The coffee filled mesh didn't allow for it.  It shouldn't be a problem.  I'll try it shortly.  Will probably need to cut it, it is brewed espresso strong.  Yes, spelled with an  "s", not "x".  Look it up!  *shakes head*

While waking I thought I was going blind.  One area of my vision simply wouldn't come into focus.  After a bit I realized the problem.  A smidged smudge of foot cream was placed on the glasses as I was putting them up last night.  By the way, that stuff, and what else I am doing, is helping.  If, in truth, I think the care is a permanent thing now, unless I want to back to concrete feet.  I'll do my best.  But they almost feel human.

A few dishes, a shower, feeding critters, then back upstairs.  I will leave furniture as it is.  But there is much to be sorted and stored.  Clothes, socks, freshly washed clothes, and... and whatever else.  Actually, I should sort bedding to be brought down.  I will have to use what I have.  It appears that, for whatever reason, pure cotton flat sheets are totally unavailable.

What else?  More dishes, one load of laundry, the critters of course, creating a list for the grocery and hardware stores... for tomorrow?  Soon.  Vacuuming the rest of upstairs, now that everything is out of the way.  Then vacuuming the steps, then the open living room.  Starting in on the bathroom is part of the plan... for the week.  Ugh.  Getting there, at a snail's pace.

A shower, and maybe shave, first.  Then the critters.  Coffee being prepared in there, and a bite had with it.  Not a bad plan.  It'll be turned into mush, added to, revised and rescheduled as want and need dictates.  And maybe not every last syllable, but, yeah, I'll say it, do it.  Probably more but different... unless I crash for a few days or weeks.  I am on that edge, but will keep going as I may.  Later.