Oh well.

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Another group of tricker or treaters.  Some fine young ladies again.  But that looks like it is all done.  Okies.  I feel bad about moving so slow, but... it's... what I could do.

I did get the last of the dishes a solid hit.  Then put them back in for a soak, after the shower.  I will be putting up the dry shortly, then doing a final wash, rinse, and setting the last of the dishes out for an overnight airdry.  Last of?  Well, last of that have been set up.  I will scrounge, tomorrow, for whatever else I can find.

The shower was good, felt good in many ways.  But I am absolutely exhausted.  My shoulders and muscles ache.  No headache, oddly.  Even my legs, though, are pretty tight, sore, and the muscles are spent.  A coupld of good nights sleep, a shower each morning, perhaps some of that balm my mother used.  Technically, it's for horses.  So, yeah, it's potent.  Well, and a few days down.  I will still call this day a down day.

Some days I wonder if this is it.  This isn't one of those days.  This is one of those days I feel so alive, in all the wrong ways, so I might wish it were the end.  Everything sort of hurts, everything seems burned, spent, exhausted, stretched, pulled.  I will do what I can.  Sleep, right after the dishes.  Good night.