All night.

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I didn't work all night.  It took until now to complete what was to be done.  I did more of this... less, fewer, or none of that.  I did more than my list.  After setting up dishes, I washed and set them back up.  Couldn't finish them, no good place to put them.  Washed them twice.  But they are ready.  Two loads of laundry.  I need to check dryness of the first load.  As soon as it is dry, I'll put the other load to dry.  That'll be that for that.

Trash wasn't the first thing.  It was the last.  But... I started on it.  Quite ready to finish off through the week.  As well, the counter opening is well on it's way to a reality.  My next wake cycle should see those completed.  Finding empty boxes, and stacking them somewhere... where I can sit to process them, is next on the list.  As well as sorting storage boxes down here, storing supplies better, and getting toss boxes down and or in a pile of their own.

I probably should stick to two 2 hour sessions a day, four days a week.  Perhaps push at the end, if I see a way through to a neater finish.  Too much more and I drop for a week or more.  I can't push too hard.  I break.  Still, if I can open up those eight hours, as I have, I can see serious improvements.

Weeks to months.  I will be ready or dead.  All good.