Slow, but paced.

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Kitchen sink dishes were reset.  Laundry was loaded for my next trip upstairs.  Breakfast was had.  Perhaps a few other things?  I went looking for the two bottles of aspirin I had backstocked.  Gone.  I noticed my shampoo is empty.  When only I am using it, it lasts about a year.  This was gone in three months.  Not sure if there are multiple users/thieves or just one pig.  And, went to check my unopened diabetic carb tabs.  All had been opened and emptied.

I will be sorting this out.  The thing is, leaving my home leaves it vulnerable.  There really isn't an easy way.  But there are ways, beyond just very fallible locks.  More so since just asking would provide a loan, or one-time gift.  But, no, they want to take what they want, when they want it, without debt or gratitude.  That is why you don't feed certain ones via government.  They come to expect it.  Though there are the feral, and those who think they deserve what isn't theirs, for any of a thousand reasons.  Those of islam are like that.

Anyway...  It'll get fixed.

A shower, then fresh small load of dishes set.  I'll hit heels while I rest for a bit.  Eventually I'll make my way upstairs to fold clothes and examine the closet.  No nap needed or wanted.  I was sure it would happen.  Small enough efforts, completed at the easiest pace, if it still surprises.  Maybe later.

I would really like to get the empties to the front room, deal with the boxes of packing, then move the empties and remnant full boxes to the front room.  That will depend on if I put the closet together, and if that takes more than anticipated.  I want it DONE!  All of it, fast!  It... no matter... will take a while.  Still, every job completed, even if a temporary move, like a piece on the checker board, gets me one step closer to the finish line... whatever the outcome, whether just to the conclusion, or my own conclusion before the place is finished.  If, I tell you, conclusions, of any sort, really are just beginnings.

Now to rest for a couple hours.  Later.

Crashed hard.

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I can tell.  Sore throat, with a hard lump.  I must have been exhausted, terribly so.  The week caught up to me.  I don't remember nearly waking, dreaming, or anything until about five.  I couldn't fully wake until seven, mostly.  I got right to the baskets of laundry.  My snoring must have loosened the roof!  The throat problem is linked to snoring.

Everything has been separated, but only hand and a few other towels were folded, and since brought down.  I was doing another small load, which was drying.  So that will go up shortly.  I put away the last load of dishes, so finished the load that had been soaking.  A shower, then I will set another small load of dishes, work on the heels for a bit, then take the small load of laundry up, and begin folding.  I won't say I will get it done, there is quite a lot.  But I will do a compartment at a time... shorts, socks, pants, miscellaneous, pj's, unders, etc.

Even for as busy as it has gotten up there, it... is looking rather handsome.  Rougeishly bachelor flares, neat and squared, with little areas for this and that.  When the toss boxes go, I would like to begin seeking a cedar chest for woollens, or two, and a couple of folding room separaters so as to... add dimension, separation, quietude.  Yet be completely removable for that studio living look and feel that can be cool, add air flow, just not feel so limited, or even other reasons.

I will at least look at the closet in a box.  If it looks too complicated or heavy, I'll wait for another day, Monday most likely.  Otherwise I might hit that.  Waiting for my morning... event.  Dailies, at least.  Then a shower.  I will have the laundry ready by the stairs to go up, the dishes put away, and supper dishes done in the kitchen sink, by the time I go, then shower.  Yes.  With the kitchen sinks and one and a quarter of the two adjacent counters done, I will start doing daily dishes in the kitchen.  I will clear and clean the last counter, Fully, Monday.

Not a lot else?  Maybe begin stacking empty boxes in the front room?  I won't put them back where they were, that blocks both bedrooms downstairs, which I am digging through now that they are open.  I will have those right and ready shortly...  then mothball them.  As is, I can't really afford to put the bathroom back together.  I do have a new water heater, a new toilet, sinks plus fittings for the sinks (would like two sinks, if possible), and several floor drains to choose from.  But it would need flooring, a medicine cabinet, lamps, and counters or something to hold at least one of the sinks.  Uhrm, plus installation, whether paid or by the sweat of my brow.

Hmm?  Is that... fantasy island I see?  Well, I will get a few things done.  Parts of folding, more dishes, a shower, and just maybe the closet.  But, mostly, it will be a day of rest.  Perhaps a very few other tiny tasks?  Maybe.  Later.

A lot more than planned.

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A load of dishes, on the smaller size, set up.  Then clean laundry upstairs, two baskets.  Then four boxes of clothes, and two hampers of really old clean clothes upstairs.  Too big for more that single loads.  Plus a standing lamp up.  Nice to be able to see!  As well, I moved some of the keeper boxes, with plans to opening a better space for a table as well, perhaps, for the cot.  Finally, I hit the dishes.  They will need another wash, and rinse, but first I have to put up yesterday's wash.

I've gotta rest!  I feel life as a poor sob chained to a treadmill!  I got stuck working, couldn't stop.  Burned out long before I could stop.  A long break.  A fistful of aspirin.  Though food, I do need food.  Then perhaps a nap.  I hope, yet today, to go through some of the clothes... hopefully all the fresh laundry, then make room for the table and perhaps cot, then place those.  Oh, and set up a lamp desk and get a chair in place.

Well, perhaps a shower yet today?  I will shave Sunday morning.  Whatever passes for a morning.  Tomorrow?  A lot less.  Going through the old clean clothes.  Setting up a hamper up there, putting one in the bathroom, and taking the last few to the laundry room... with any clothes needing washed or rewashed.  Perhaps another load of dishes... probably.  And naps today, tomorrow, and Sunday.

It is a dark, gloomy, wet day out there, if that is helping.  Still... ugh.  Later.

A next day.

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We didn't return home until 22:00.  Driving a new canyon, at night, while tuckered, was a challenge.  Obviously not beyond my ken.  Sleep was nearly instantaneous.  Did I do anything?  I think I fed the girls?  I don't remember.  But sleep was stupendous.  It was a cool day, and night.  With the bed made, all was good.

I started waking at five, but that was too early.  It's been a busy week, with a busier final heavy work and play day.  I am not giving up.  I am slowing down.  Now, I won't juggle through three or more tasks at once.  If I put a load of laundry or dishes going, I will just see that one chore through.  Moving to the next task in single file.

If I have extra energy, I won't burn it all, but will trim it, by, say, taking laundry upstairs to be folded, or work on clearing an area, where I can sit to fiddle.  Neither will I rush it.  An easier pace, without lagging.  It seems to be taking forever, but the improvements are striking.

It still looks bad.  You would have to seen it from before I started, to appreciate.  If even then... it... you notice changes, movement, separation and collection.  Although, the upstairs is definitely sparser, cleaner, almost comfortable.  Then again, I'v spent seventy to ninety percent of my time up there to date.

Okay, that... brings cheer back to the project.  I really haven't done as much down here.  Dishes, laundry?  Not as noticeable, either.  Only noticed if not done.  So even much of the work done has been stealth ops.  Still not working hard this weekend.  I am too tired.  If possible, I just won't completely stop.

I need to set up a table, and lamps, upstairs.  For paperwork, maybe beginning puzzles again, and eventually a computer and gaming station.  The table I have is a folding table, twice the lenght, and much heavier than a standard card table.  It Should do.  Plus I have two chairs up there.  It's just... I'll need to move the boxes and arrange a few other things.  Still, it's on the menu.

Still not finished upstairs?  Not even after that.  The trash boxes still have to go, storage mats have to be arranged better, the standing closet has to go up, and clothes have to go up, in, and something put over the shelving, and the actual closet needs fitted with a hanging bar, plus the lights need fixed... while also continuing to slog through the downstairs and keeping ahead of the present and future business messes of life, living.  Ugh.

When certain visitors are thought to be arriving...  It isn't one of the propitious or momentous moments, I think.  If the truly humble present in grand subtlety?  Yes.  Not sure why the visit.  Like an old hound, called by a good lord, I will do as I may to heed the summons, right through death it seems.  Or too it.  In this, it might be the thought that counts.  Later.

Not bad, and more.

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Another bounty of dishes finished, though air drying.  Quite a lot of dishes again.  I was upstairs, finishing the cot, which is now set up as a day or hot-weather bed.  I took a break before beginning the storage unit.  The Boss stopped by.  Shooting this afternoon?  Wanted more .22's, and my vehicle, and me?  :p  Problem... said I.  The .22's are behind the wall of cardboard.

No way I could dig through that, floor to ten foot, multiple box stack, on my own, then find the guns, and be fit to go.  Offer... help and haul away the broken down?  DONE.  We got through three of the five stacks when his time, our energy, and the bed of his truck were spent.  Close enough.  I moved the last stacks, letting him go.  I actually felt bad.  That... was a heck lot more work than might be believed.

I have found two of the four, if one isn't on the menu.  I had to rest.  Then I got going on the storage.  Done, for now.  I may add or remove a column or row, depending on how the sheet fits.  I set up the cot first.  Everything about that cot is brutal work!  Still, done and done.  Now to find the other.22, take a shower, and maybe shave.

So tired.  Might not even shoot.  Will go for fresh air, the sound of music, and possibly a meal out.  Ugh.  A good day.  I think I am finished with work, heavy work, for the week.  I'll do little things... straighten small areas, were I can sit, working for a few minutes to half hour at a time, perhaps showering daily, a pretty regular thing, taking clothes upstairs and folding portions at waking or bedtime, and maybe single very small loads of dishes and/or laundry per day... OR...  Nothing.

It's getting there.  Removing thee fifths of the boxes was a major unexpected victory.  A lot more energy burn than planned, but a super deal.  As we said in the Navy, pfm.  Pure... ...magic.  I am tired.  Got my money's worth.  Really and truly digging out.  There is easily a month left, to a rough but true trim.  But I will get there.

Don't skimp!

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When working, more than usual or not, certainly more and more often, you really have to eat, heat and/or cool, plus tend the body well.  I was stuck in my chair this morning.  I had a bite, but not enough.  Plus it was too cold.  I was crashing, if not nearly as severely as the other day.

More food and turning the furnace up has helped.  It might take an hour or two, but I will get there.  Though I may push dishes after this post.

While generally eating less, and better, I am eating a more varied diet.  I tried a mix of spices on pears.  Like bourbon, or whiskey, but no longer imbibe?  Ground cinnamon, ground ginger, and ground turmeric, on juicy pairs.  Seriously, I would never have thought.  Guilt free, or healthy, as you prefer.

I didn't have much more.  Still hungry.  I... think that is how it has to be, should be.  I have to be aware enough to maintain hunger, otherwise I eat until full, and then some.  If I can remain conscious of the situation, I can use a slight hunger as a driver, to push me along in my efforts.  I call it eating my hunger.  Lots of people do it.

Ah, tools for the feet.  I tried bladed scrapers.  Terrifying things.  After one too many near misses, and becoming a nervous wreck, I set it aside and won't touch it again.  I ordered various tools, in case one type didn't wotrk.  Thankfully the second set of tools were exceptional.  I hade great doubts, I was wrong.T

hese aren't finger fiddle small, they fit my 2x hands easily, with massive and medium paddles, but light enough for deft deployment.  I didn't want to say boo about them until I could order a few more, for backup.  Can never tell the lifespan of good tools.  I've done that three times before, without yet reordering, only to see the product sell out and disappear.  Not this time.  Buy them out now, for all I care.  Yes, works on the heels and calluses, each piece, at various speeds of removal.

Yes, dishes, while I chew on hunger.  Then either a nap, or putting up the first storage unit(s).  Well, and setting the coy up as a proper sleeping and clothes folding unit.  I have been making my bed almost every day, as I wake.  It's a little improvement I quite like.  Though, for buffalo people, either do it in the morning, or at bedtime, or sleep cold!  Still, it's a chore.  Later.

A pleasant rest.

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Down about a quarter after 18:00, that's six, pm, to some of you.  Up at 2:00, which is... two, am, to the same, other, group.  :p  Right at eight hours?  Unexpected.  Chest hurts, still.  Headache, mild.  Forgot the aspirin last afternoon, will take it this morning.  Cool.  64° upstairs, 66° down for the furnace.

I'll wake a bit, let the aspirin do it's job.  Then dishes.  I prepped the cucumber.  The seeds were soft, and not bitter, so I left them in.  More food.  I cleaned up after.  Zealous for a clean spot, wanting to clear more.  Getting there.  Doing dishes a few dozen at a time is slow, but more sure.  It allows me to keep up, and not crash... or at least not so hard or for days, weeks, or more.

Yes, dishes.  Next the wire cage storage.  With the cot assembled, I will set that up for naps.  With ac, and it being off the ground, it is a cooler day sleep option, with underneath airflow.  As well, it will be great as a sit down clothes folding station.  Beyond that, I would like to manage packing materials, and tear down some of the definte non-keeper boxes.  Taking those out to the vehicle after each armful or two.

Other than that, food and the critters, perhaps a shower and actual shave.  Maybe a bit more light digging on the table.  Pieces, parts and bits.  The bigger jobs take what time they require, the little ongoing projects can get one to five minutes, to twenty, if and as I can.  The trick is to allow zero backsliding.  Absolutely zero.

Ugh, aspirin.  Later.

Yes.

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Coffee and tea made.  The orange pepper sliced, bagged, and put up... that area cleaned after.  A few other things, plus a light meal.  Dishes got their first hit.  I should give the clothes one more tumble.  And the whiskers have been trimmed.  Then a long break.  I thought I might be finished.  Cat litter.  A very small task, I must be getting that without remembering?

Then upstairs.  I took the small breaker bar, just in case.  I was wondering if the task was less difficult than remembered.  Nope.  It was an absolute pita.  I struggled this way, then that.  Ah, the warm dry climate has shrunk the fabric?  If the task was qite difficult out of the bag.  I spent an half hour wrestling, finally, this time, winning!

Then on to the box transfer.  A snap after the last task!  As well, I wrangled four boxes down.  Too amped to sleep now.  So a post and some gaming to ease me down.  What I will be doing is boring, should help settle me down.  I didn't think I would make it.  Being awake or the work.  I'll try to stay up to 18:00 or more.  Trying to reclaim the day.

Aspirin, tea, gaming, then a long deep dark sleep.  I may dice the cucumber, as a last task?  Maybe.  Youtube has shut down video sharing, for me.  So that is done.  Good night, sooner or later.

Odds and ends.

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A shower, if not mentioned.  Then the feet.  The last layers of dry hard skin is slowly being removed.  This time bag balm went on, and cotton socks to help.  I changed out the r.o. part, but that didn't help.  So I changed out the other filters.  Nope.  There is a bulb, in the tank, that acts as a diaphragm.  It requires enough pressure to facilitate maintaining the pressure to both resist input so stop filling, and expelling water on demand.  I'll... look into it.  Tomorrow.

Laundry was put in the dryer.  I'll get to dishes shortly.  Then go upstairs for that bit.

I received pool shock today.  It can be used to create chlorine.  Using three grams per half gallon produces standard chlorine... if I remember correctly, and if what I heard was correct.  I have some, but it is too old.  It has a shelf life of ~5 years.  From now on, I will be crafting my own chlorine, rather than let it just go inert.  I will simply reuse chlorine bottles I already have.  I will be checking several other sources for actual use and mix instructions.  Verify when tinkering!

Hmm... hungry again.  Not sure what to have.  A brot, a small piece of baby swiss, and a glass of milk?  Oh, I did get the romaine tended.  Two thirds halved, all well spun to drain, then bagged.  The last third was kept as whole leaves, in order to make wraps.  I just left the veggies out, in a colander to drain, for now.  The lettuce, of course, has been refrigerated.

So many pieces and parts.  Nothing seems to just get completely done.  And yet I am seeing so much going on, it seems success will happen.  Yes, the dishes will be hit and set back up, I will have a small meal and probably feed the girls.  Then, upstairs with a crowbar, to finish the cot, then redo the last box and get any resulting and remaining empty boxes down.  Finally a nap.  Heart hurts, perhaps aspirin.

Only mostly, plus. So far.

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Forgot to trim.  Now I have to wait until the beard dries.  Should be good after my break.  Everything except the box transfer.  Plus, I ground coffee and have everything set up for a cold brew, just waiting on the reverse osmosis to... actually, I should change the main, actual, filter... the r.o. part.

I changed the two pre and post filter a year ago, technically the life of those.  This system is set for a family of four so I go two to four years.  Actually, I think this is the first main filter change.  Family of six?  Even if I changed it one other time but forgot, I definitely know I didn't change it twice.  At worst they last four to five years.

I use r.o. for all cooking and drinking.  I stopped using it for pets, at a time access became dubious.  They, in a side by side, prefer tap.  No judgements, and they may be right.  I just don't mind a regular flat taste, and no scum on the water.  A wrong-headed thing, unhealthy, emotion based?  I... actually don't think so.  Anyway, I'll do that, then check flow.  Bleh.

So, filter, or filters, changed... right after this post.  Then my break.  Then the box upstairs?  Anything else?  Perhaps turning laundry?  Maybe a first hit on dishes?  And, of course, coffee.  I make it half the strength of an espresso, which is still plenty stronger than typical American joe.  Usually I cut it, unless I need it strong, stronger.  If I need blackstrap, I do a french press, espresso level, gullet bomb, booster.

I couldn't find bulk reasonable, instant... low acid.  I did find low acid whole beans.  Whole beans don't usually cause acidic upset.  Still, it was similarly priced, available online, and should fit the bill.  As for some complaints about lower quality?  If I got used to instant, there is probably only one direction regarding quality.  Up.  If that other brand ever goes back to it's old price, I will pick some up.  I have two bottles for travel emergencies.  If I can keep it from being stolen.  It is getting real out there.

Yea.  I'm starting to fade.  Not sure a break will do.  Will focus as intently as possible.  Later.

Not what was anticipated.

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The plans were sound.  They just weren't what was needed or seen as primary tasks in the immediacy.  Cat litter, feeding the ducks and cats, making fresh tea, while sipping on cold tea.  Supper, or breakfast actually, made.  Brots, in the oven.  Then the dishes put up, mostly.  Figuring where some things will go is stumping me as to putting away some pieces.

Oh, my delivery did arrive.  Whole head romaine, plus a cucumber, tomato, and green... orange... pepper.  I wasn't awake when those arrived, and couldn't have dealt with them then.  I have parted the leaves, and put those and the veggies in for a cold water soak.  I'll halve the leaves, use the spinner to mostly dry, then put the leaves in two bags, with a few paper towels.  I will probably process the cucumber and pepper, if I am split on the tomato.  Slice, dice, then put in an airtight container OR just put into a ziplock bag whole, unti first use?  OR, OR, leave it out to ripen just a bit?  Probably dice, actually.  Romaine doesn't do well soaked too long, so I'll hit that very soon.

Next, a shower... trim first.  Then a start to the rest.  If I can trim, shower, start two small loads of dishes, a load of laundry, then redo that last box, I may nap.  Not sure I'll make it that far.  Nor will it necessarily be a choice.  I'm not worried.  It'll get done.  Mostly light work, but it adds up.  On the good side, I'll probably have an afternoon work session... a mix of light... say working on packing and breaking boxes down, and a heavy, like setting up storage and/or finishing the cot.  Lordy but that thing is difficult... at least without a crowbar or sich.  Yes, sich is a word.

Hmm, while resting after the bathroom adventures, I'll work on the feet a bit more.  I will be using bag balm to help with moisture loss, and future care... initially everywhere, if later just on the areas that cause trouble.  Between that and anti-fungal, etc., foot sprays and powders, life in that department is turning golden.

Ugh but life takes a lot.  I am still failing, in so many ways.  It literally is impossible for me.  I'm still not sure if that is not the point or if that is the whole of the point.  To contemplate fully?  Look at the tip of your nose with your right eye.  Got it?  Now your left eye.  Keep your right eye on it as well.  Got it?  Now... without looking away from your nose, go look at yourself in the mirror.  Oh, you can do it, just not well.

Well? I... got some of it.

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I guess not randomly crashing was a save of sorts?  And staying awake until 20:30 was a trick.  I was waiting for a delivery.  Had tried to nap, but wasn't able to do that.  Yes, I did more with boxes, empty and with objets d'art... my version of said.  As well, I washed the dishes twice, rinsed, and put out to air dry, having stored the previous dishes.

The house is being aired, upstairs and down.  It is 67° in all primary sectors.  A fan is running upstairs.  It really is vastly improving.  I had hoped to do more is all.  Still, on my side, I nearly collapsed before starting.  That never quite let go, I was haunted by a spectacular fatigue, even at my fresh awakening.  And there were a lot more dishes than anticipated.  Actually, utensils are murder.  But there was a lot of other things on top of it.  Well, and that wasn't all.  Small little nothing tasks, between this and that.

Oh, and my heels.  With the equipment, and dry, I removed... almost everything in one go!  I am amazed.  A pedicure might still be good, for circulation.  But I don't need it for  callus or heel dry skin removal.  There is more to do.  I'd like to try it after a shower.  Not a bad day.  If, as written, I had sorely hoped for more.

Today?  Since I didn't reset new dishes to soak, a shower and facial trim... soon.  Then to set dishes and start a load of dishes and laundry.  Afterward, that final box upstairs, the cot finishing, and at least a start on the storage units upstairs.  If I can find a few unmatched flat sheets, I can create a quick and dirty dust cover for the cage shelving.  The closet is self-contained.  If any or all that proves too much, I might deal with packing, bursting air bubbles, and begin tearing down boxes.  Yea, I'll... get some things done today.  Not likely all of it, if hopefully a decent chunk?

Every time I dig down, I find more.  Not always worse, though sometimes.  It is momentarily disheartening... when I am aware.  I get over it, often just by digging further, or reviewing my other successes.  If, as mentioned, the improvements don't quite look like improvements at every stage.  But I know what work it took, or probably took if I don't remember.

Ah!  SSA called.  I had been... meaning to contact them.  I let them know a phone conference would be fine, but asked for a delay in the hearing... to obtain a lawyer.  He agreed, but I have to put in paperwork he will be sending, and the delay will be at least as long as my request, depending on their available schedules.  Ugh, but it has to be done.

Later.

Almost crashed.

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Some sort of failure occurred.  I... have plans.  Logical, pathed well, reasonable... in spite of being impossible.  And I have been regular... for three or four days.  I suppose I thought... I had more time to be regular.  My eyes, tunnel vision.  My body became even more lethargic, clumsy.  Pins and needles, as if I just overdosed on chocolate, sugar, something rich.  I assure you, I hadn't.

I thought I was going down, hard.  I started resisting by trying to remember my list of tricks.  Even that was a struggle.  A spot of tea, cold first.  Couldn't stand for both, and a bite.  A small salad and a few pieces of cheddar.  Very small, but that works best.  Then sitting, trying not to fail.  After a few hours of procrastinating my ass off, I was able to do hot tea, make then fix.

To be honest, other than knowing I sat for six hours, I don't know what I did.  I didn't sleep.  Anyway, the hot tea helped.  I started coming around by 6:30.  Finally, I hit the dishes.  Then reset them.  Another wash, in an hour or two.  A fast rinse, dry, and set to air dry.  I'll put the other dishes away first.

The outside is 60°, after several hours of a weak sunup.  Cloudy.  All good.  I opened up after dishes, no fan needed.  As well, I took laundry back.  I'd like to do a load shortly, but for strategic reasons, I'll wait until after dishes and a shower.  It will get done.  What else?  Hopefully the last of the empty boxes gathered, and changing the box over upstairs.

I don't plan much else today, and might not get all of that done.  The only extra I hope for, is setting up two small loads of dishes.  Perhaps working on those, and cleaning the kitchen sinks.  If they are two, it's a pair, ask any woman.  Amen.  And, maybe, giving those a first wash.  Oh, a nap may happen.  Later.

Warmer.

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I woke to find it 72° upstairs.  Still cool enough, mostly, with the fan going.  It is 68° downstairs.  I may check the temperature outdoors.  If moderate enough, I may open the windows.  If similar to indoors, I might turn a fan on low.  I can put on a sweater or warmer jacket if too cool.  Below sixty and no deal though.

Asparagus, as mentioned, went to seed fast.  Much of it is up to my waist, high.  The rhubarb is higher.  I need to cut the seed bulbs.  Horseradish is doing splendid as well, both in the ground and pot.  But the jerusalem artichokes seem to have died... not even shoots.  I had heard they were impossible to kill?  Guess not.

Dishes first, so I can shower if needed.  Perhaps collecting the rest of the easy empties, then tearing them down?  Wait.  I want to transfer that full box to a better box.  It's a flat box, needs to go into a rectangular box.  THEN, after collecting the last few empties, then tear them down.

Litter already tended.  A shower after dishes.  Perhaps a single load of laundry.  I did get the storage units (cage box shelving and freestanding closet) upstairs, so perhaps starting in on that.  Or, and, finishing the cot.  Well, and putting ac in.  It isn't quite needed, but when it is, it's double the struggle to install.

It sounds like a lot, too much.  If I am lucky, can hold it together, perhaps this list will be done by Wednesday end  (which means Thursday morning).  Most likely this will be the work for the week, perhaps with a few smaller loads of dishes and a few loads of laundry, plus clearing and cleaning a few nooks, drawers, and/or spaces.

It IS getting better.  But as I dig down, sometimes I find unpleasant surprises.  Now, rather than closing my eyes, going back to sleep... if I might shut it down and back off while I think... I create a gameplan, and get back to it.  I found a drawer, yesterday, that had gotten wet, mildewed badly.  I didn't have enough stomach, or garbage space for all the contents.  I got out what I could, if leaving it open to dry a bit before hitting it sometime later in the week.  Most of the place isn't that bad, just dry clutter.  Either way, one portion at a time.

Now to wake.  Feed the girls first, actually.  Later.

A bit more.

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Dishes were set to a soak.  They will need to be washed twice.  No problem, with space made, and more opening up, plus a strong call to it.  A few more boxes sorted, empties.  I will break those down, after dishes, the next available extended work cycle I can develop.  I've created a mid-level headache.

More was done than that, but groups of small things, just minutes at a task, when I was up for something else.  Can't eat well.  It's all hitting my stomach like rocks.

It was 78°, or thereabouts, outside.  Partly to mostly cloudy.  It stayed 68° until I opened the place up.  Even then it only reached 70°, where it remains.  Fresh air was quite pleasant.  With trash out, litter being well managed, laundry happening, and dishes being done, plus fresh air, life is improving.

Bad headache.  Getting worse. Pain pills and sleep.  Good day and night.

A nice little run.

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The dishes which were ready are done, dried, and stacked to air dry as could be needed, while I figure out the rest.  Before that, work on storage.  A nice chunk of that.  As well, trash is sacked or out, about half of each.  Cat litter was tended and topped off as part of those projects.  New dishes have been set to soak, in the kitchen.  I will be putting those in the bathroom, about two loads, along with a load that had been washed, but then sat for too long.  I prefer just two loads, so as to keep up on drying and putting away.  But this will finish all new, plus catch me up to where I had been prior to those!

I am holding off washing the new cotton whites for the sheets.  Everything else is moving ahead as able.  Sometimes that can't be done until those are finished or moved.  Plans are great, but foresight is limited by the variables and lack of experience in this arena.  I don't let confusion stop me.  Actually, I don't remember working, so that's probably an excellent thing.  I am always confused.

Almost forgot to get the garbage to the curb!  Never can tell when they will be by.  No fault, the world is randomized in a miraculous way.  Right down to a single decision by any of us, on any given day and moment.  You have no idea what you are doing.  One of the most aware suggested that.  It is true, in more ways than that.

I am aware of... resembling that remark.  Are you?

I'd best check something before I crash.  Later, or good night.  I just can't tell.

Mother's Day!

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Already?  I thought it was next Sunday.  My mother called yesterday.  I called her back today.  She has to work for it, but she gets her dues.  She was cheery.  Is back to work, even today actually.  Three days a week.  Feeling better, if it is too cool and dark there as it is here.  She is living with her friend most of the time, unless she works late.  I... think life has dimmed pride?  All good.  Not more than company, but... good for both.

Remember your mother, alive or not.  Wrong, right... difficult, she did her best, and a lot.  She still does, whether here or not, for many?  I suspect so.

Little bits, here and there.  Some storage, more empty boxes, and food all around.  The girls have been crazy hungry, the ducks are barely eating.  I continue to sleep far too much.  But the not-work work continues.  It's as if someone else was doing it, but it's happening while I am awake.  I'm... not quite that unaware.

Up at midnight.  I think?  Started crashing at 10:00, but made it to 13:13.  Fading fast, hard.  Good night.