Scaling back the plans.

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It is a wonderful night.  I am feeling good.  I am also a bit worn from today.

The heat tore me apart.  That was on top of a stretched day and a full (as I can get) working day.  Not a single of those, or even any two, was too extreme.  The combination was or neared what I term as excess.  The sleep and cool helped.  The night cool is helping.  But I am well worn.

Now, I have and continue to, work.  Dishes have been all washed, dried and put up or set to air dry, the last load of laundry is spinning, and a few other projects have been ongoing.  But supper is needed so brots are going.  However, there are only two projects I will push.  First, to get the salad makings rinsed after the soak, dried, and put up.  The other thing is bagging trash bins.

Other than, obviously, food, any other chore or project is extra.  As I cook, I think.  Some things have been sorely missed.  I almost bought a number of things today, but was trying for even a weak modicum of brevity.  Onions.  Fresh.  Vidalia, white, even more the humble yellow... though red goes well with salad.  I would have dithered, been too picky, and still not purchased all... or any.  I will make a list, small, precise, varied... capers, a bell pepper, onions, whole Cali garlic.  The little things.

Oh, as to work, I will do those two things and just what else is possible.  The same with the rest of the weekend.  Little, brief, quiet, efforts.  Only trash getting out will be the requirement for the rest of the weekend.  If more is wanted.  Perhaps cleaning the bathroom, but in small parts.  All good.  Oh, but cleaning the stove top and oven are the highest of the non-required tasks.

Still, all in all, a pleasant... very early morning.  It is, some days, to just be alive.  This is one of them.  Later.