Nearly finished.

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For the day.  Probably.  Mostly.

All dishes that have a place were put away.  Then all dishes soaking, fit to finish, were done.  A few thermos's were forgotten, with fatted coffee.  Gnarly, but getting there.  A bit of organizing upstairs.  A small basket of clothing was found, everything was folded and put away, save towels which... I forgot those up there!  Next time.

Then I started through socks.  But I... thought I saw more in my room.  Yep.  I grabbed a box and headed back up.  But... wait... weren't there more, a lot more?  Yes, yes indeed.  Four socks for every of Imelda Marcos' pairs of shoes?  By volume and number!  I wore myself hauling two more boxes and two huge totes!

I must have... stored then forgot?  Wow.  Anyway, I was so overwhelmed that I just organized those for a run tomorrow, tonight, or the rest of the week!  Gobsmacked, he says, he being I.  And he and I would know.  I ran away, while also sneaking, like my good friend Sir (or otherwise) Robin... or was that Bwian?  No, no, Brian.  ..smack..  Oww!

Oh, right.  If no company, or just the familial sort, shorts.  Pj's perhaps, in the morning. Pants for polite company.  I'm almost growed up!  Having clothes where I can easily see, sort, find, and reach helps a ton.  Oh, the sheet just fits the cage shelving perfectly.  If I want more, I need to craft another unit.  Easy enough to construct.  I just want to see if I... SOCKS!  All my glorious socks will have their own home!   :p

Later.