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Kitchen sink dishes were reset. Laundry was loaded for my next trip upstairs. Breakfast was had. Perhaps a few other things? I went looking for the two bottles of aspirin I had backstocked. Gone. I noticed my shampoo is empty. When only I am using it, it lasts about a year. This was gone in three months. Not sure if there are multiple users/thieves or just one pig. And, went to check my unopened diabetic carb tabs. All had been opened and emptied.
I will be sorting this out. The thing is, leaving my home leaves it vulnerable. There really isn't an easy way. But there are ways, beyond just very fallible locks. More so since just asking would provide a loan, or one-time gift. But, no, they want to take what they want, when they want it, without debt or gratitude. That is why you don't feed certain ones via government. They come to expect it. Though there are the feral, and those who think they deserve what isn't theirs, for any of a thousand reasons. Those of islam are like that.
Anyway... It'll get fixed.
A shower, then fresh small load of dishes set. I'll hit heels while I rest for a bit. Eventually I'll make my way upstairs to fold clothes and examine the closet. No nap needed or wanted. I was sure it would happen. Small enough efforts, completed at the easiest pace, if it still surprises. Maybe later.
I would really like to get the empties to the front room, deal with the boxes of packing, then move the empties and remnant full boxes to the front room. That will depend on if I put the closet together, and if that takes more than anticipated. I want it DONE! All of it, fast! It... no matter... will take a while. Still, every job completed, even if a temporary move, like a piece on the checker board, gets me one step closer to the finish line... whatever the outcome, whether just to the conclusion, or my own conclusion before the place is finished. If, I tell you, conclusions, of any sort, really are just beginnings.
Now to rest for a couple hours. Later.
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