A next day.

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We didn't return home until 22:00.  Driving a new canyon, at night, while tuckered, was a challenge.  Obviously not beyond my ken.  Sleep was nearly instantaneous.  Did I do anything?  I think I fed the girls?  I don't remember.  But sleep was stupendous.  It was a cool day, and night.  With the bed made, all was good.

I started waking at five, but that was too early.  It's been a busy week, with a busier final heavy work and play day.  I am not giving up.  I am slowing down.  Now, I won't juggle through three or more tasks at once.  If I put a load of laundry or dishes going, I will just see that one chore through.  Moving to the next task in single file.

If I have extra energy, I won't burn it all, but will trim it, by, say, taking laundry upstairs to be folded, or work on clearing an area, where I can sit to fiddle.  Neither will I rush it.  An easier pace, without lagging.  It seems to be taking forever, but the improvements are striking.

It still looks bad.  You would have to seen it from before I started, to appreciate.  If even then... it... you notice changes, movement, separation and collection.  Although, the upstairs is definitely sparser, cleaner, almost comfortable.  Then again, I'v spent seventy to ninety percent of my time up there to date.

Okay, that... brings cheer back to the project.  I really haven't done as much down here.  Dishes, laundry?  Not as noticeable, either.  Only noticed if not done.  So even much of the work done has been stealth ops.  Still not working hard this weekend.  I am too tired.  If possible, I just won't completely stop.

I need to set up a table, and lamps, upstairs.  For paperwork, maybe beginning puzzles again, and eventually a computer and gaming station.  The table I have is a folding table, twice the lenght, and much heavier than a standard card table.  It Should do.  Plus I have two chairs up there.  It's just... I'll need to move the boxes and arrange a few other things.  Still, it's on the menu.

Still not finished upstairs?  Not even after that.  The trash boxes still have to go, storage mats have to be arranged better, the standing closet has to go up, and clothes have to go up, in, and something put over the shelving, and the actual closet needs fitted with a hanging bar, plus the lights need fixed... while also continuing to slog through the downstairs and keeping ahead of the present and future business messes of life, living.  Ugh.

When certain visitors are thought to be arriving...  It isn't one of the propitious or momentous moments, I think.  If the truly humble present in grand subtlety?  Yes.  Not sure why the visit.  Like an old hound, called by a good lord, I will do as I may to heed the summons, right through death it seems.  Or too it.  In this, it might be the thought that counts.  Later.