Too hot.

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It was 73° upstairs and down when I went to bed.  I stayed awake to two, without realizing I was drifting into insomnia from the warmth.  The next warmest day I have seen, in the cave, was 70°, several times, but just for short bits.  It looks like with clouds gone, the heat is back.  To stay?  Probably.  If I am not done.

Still, up softly at five, out by an half after seven.  I woke, enough, this morning, immediately, to look at what was truly waking me.  It definitely is the sun just before it crests the mountains.  I can almost feel it.  With plain eyes, it probably looks... simple.  With my eyes, it is... terrible, and beautiful.  Not THE, but a creative destroyer.

I got right to work.  Not heavy, hard, or fast.  But to it with goals, within larger plans, as a part of grander schemes.  Yes, folding and putting up underwear and pajama bottoms... leads to more.  *le sighe*  More than that.  This and that.  I thought to put in the eastern ac, but the sun was fierce.  Later, or tonight.  I put the western one in instead.  A few more items up, arranged, then down to sit.

But first, a window trim review.  I closed the bathroom window.  It faces east.  That side is baking.  The others windows will remain open for another hour, as it is cool enough aside from the eastern side.  Cool enough the front door was opened.  An attempt to freshen the air, and grab some of the cool before it hits eighty or higher.

Tea is going.  Not sure I can handle hot drinks anymore.  I need ice soon... make the fatted drink while warm, but not hot, then add the ice after well blended.  Too hot and the cream curdles.  Too cool and it doesn't mix.  If I must bother, than I'll bother correctly.

A rest.  The timer was set for an hour, to feed and otherwise tend critters.  I ended giving the dishes a shot last night.  I'll put the last loads of dishes up before long.  Then do that load, and then take a shower.  I don't plan a daunting day of labor.  I'd like to sort through my general area.  Then, hit the boxes on the couches.  Perhaps do more sorting and clearing in the bedroom.  As well as another load or two of dishes.

I won't do laundry today, but I would like to set up some loads, for a quick start tomorrow.  Hmm, might want to do some straightening upstairs around bedtime.  Letting the ac run to cool the place off as needed.  To be ready to fold clothes and else tomorrow.

It sounds like a lot of work, but it really isn't, fifteen minutes here, thirty there, never on my feet for more than fifteen, or I get into trouble.  From two to four hours of work, four to five days a week.  And I hurt all the time.  And I am becoming afraid.  Everything done seems a drop in the bucket.  Everything exposed exposes even more and different types of work.  Impelled to make way, though.  So I set my fears aside and work... well beyond my means.