An uncomfortable start.

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Innards feel bad.  Sleep didn't leave me rested.  Lungs burn.  Even so, a better day than I am used to waking into.  My first chore is to decide whether to wake or go back to bed.  It looks like the sun is out solidly if not fiercely?  I'll know more when I feed the ducks.  Whether shortly, or later, I am looking forward to today, and the rest of the week.

It isn't just the work, it is more the idea of the finished product.  But the hope of being able to do the work is a good.  At this pace it will take a while.  But a while is much faster than never.  And, yes, I do see it coming together.  Little stations will be cleared.  One for sorting through boxes, one for tearing down boxes, one for processing dishes, possibly other stations.

As things get done, the processes behind them will become burned in.  Keeping up should become easier.  There is nothing like being buried in a kingdom of dirt then digging out of it to make one appreciate open clean clear spaces.  As well, eating mostly salads will limit dishes.  I may even downsize some of my dishes and else.  Some set aside, some tossed.  Gotta clean, clear.

Remember when I received grief about buying styrofoam bowls, for feeding the girls?  Now, considering the source, I didn't take the reprimand seriously... if I could be wrong.  He can be intractable.  Anyway, I only bought that because there wasn't a choice.  I thought them too light, flimsy, to work.  Not only do they work well, hold up, but they clean up exceptionally well and easily.  I have only had to replace a few, mostly from external abuse such as being stepped on.  I don't have to waste water washing as with ceramic bowls, or toss the bowls after two or three meals as with paper bowls... all thr types I tried became nasty, fast.  Super for feeding cats.

I'll probably be going back to bed shortly.  But I will be digging in when I can stay awake.  Later.