So very slow.

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Still, some things done, plus a very reasonable chunk of the yard.  Dishes were finished, plus what had been used for jerky and the last few meals requiring utensils, plates, or such.  Done, dried, and mostly left to air dry.  Flatwear, eating utensils, are almost immediately dried and put away.

Laundry was given another tumble.  I get the feeling it will take another.  I'll check as I head to bed.  Then the whiskers where trimmed.  Slow.  One small task, then another chore, resting between.  Cold, dark, and windy out there.  Not wet, yet.  It could hit at any time, or not at all.  I did call my mother, but she was doing a quick chore in town, if I think racing her guy back to the farm... to set up a meal, or do a chore before he could return with the fixed tractor.

Just a sense she was in a hurry.  And with the other information, some probable possibilities.  I sometimes surprise her, even knowing I have sight.  Anyway, the beginning of the conversation will have to wait.  I will text my brother to see when we could talk, if he will talk.

I am planning to either shower or go on to bed.  Tomorrow is still this week.  Having the shower open would allow for a fast start, as a springboard to getting chores completed upstairs.  I am too done, with weather and work, to do... anything else today.  Still, it wasn't at all a bad day.  I will leave the furnace up just a bit higher than usual, so as not to have to fight a chill first thing in the morning.

A bit more heat right off, a shower, working on my feet to dry and wake, then upstairs and at it.  Yes.  I do believe.  Good night.