Almost crashed.

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Some sort of failure occurred.  I... have plans.  Logical, pathed well, reasonable... in spite of being impossible.  And I have been regular... for three or four days.  I suppose I thought... I had more time to be regular.  My eyes, tunnel vision.  My body became even more lethargic, clumsy.  Pins and needles, as if I just overdosed on chocolate, sugar, something rich.  I assure you, I hadn't.

I thought I was going down, hard.  I started resisting by trying to remember my list of tricks.  Even that was a struggle.  A spot of tea, cold first.  Couldn't stand for both, and a bite.  A small salad and a few pieces of cheddar.  Very small, but that works best.  Then sitting, trying not to fail.  After a few hours of procrastinating my ass off, I was able to do hot tea, make then fix.

To be honest, other than knowing I sat for six hours, I don't know what I did.  I didn't sleep.  Anyway, the hot tea helped.  I started coming around by 6:30.  Finally, I hit the dishes.  Then reset them.  Another wash, in an hour or two.  A fast rinse, dry, and set to air dry.  I'll put the other dishes away first.

The outside is 60°, after several hours of a weak sunup.  Cloudy.  All good.  I opened up after dishes, no fan needed.  As well, I took laundry back.  I'd like to do a load shortly, but for strategic reasons, I'll wait until after dishes and a shower.  It will get done.  What else?  Hopefully the last of the empty boxes gathered, and changing the box over upstairs.

I don't plan much else today, and might not get all of that done.  The only extra I hope for, is setting up two small loads of dishes.  Perhaps working on those, and cleaning the kitchen sinks.  If they are two, it's a pair, ask any woman.  Amen.  And, maybe, giving those a first wash.  Oh, a nap may happen.  Later.