Moving right along.

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It is getting late.  Dishes... everything that was soapy has been washed through to rinsing, drying, and set out to air dry.  With that done, the shower is open.  So, next, either cooking will go forward, or a shower first.  Hmm.  I forgot to set an alarm for this turn...  I'll set it for forty five minutes...  I think I'll try to get the dishes away, which are drying.  Then, after the shower, if that is the first or if cooking and showering happen at nearly the same time, put the mostly rinsed dishes in for one last fresh rinse.

As I am cooking... baking really... I will get that last batch of dishes out, towel dried, then put up.  I'm getting a kink in my neck and shoulders.  I think I have a few more tasks in me anyway.  Plus, I will sleep a lot better with these things out of the way.  There is still, actually, much that is hoped to be done.  I am not sure I will have the time or energy.

What?  Oh, dishes, baking the roast, brining then backing chicken in with the roast, frying meat crumble... getting a shower.  And, perhaps, either a load of laundry, or at least setting that up for tomorrow.  That would leave, mostly, trash and cages tomorrow.  I am sort of... digging my way out... doing what I can do, but pushing the boundaries.  As long as there is no collapse, I am thinking... with food cooked for the week... along with a bit of shopping... I should be able to focus just on cages, plus some business.

While browsing the web, I accidently clicked on a video.  I was just about to shut it down, when... I... was drawn in.  If you can handle it... there you go.  Okay, I take it back.  Women, or one anyway, can be funny.  I... can't say I understood all of it.  But I sure laughed at what I did understand... which was most of it.  Oh yea... just... 

Later.