A sort of good sleep.

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A very slightly rough morning.  More from work yesterday, I think.  Well, and stretching the day.  It isn't a matter, necessarily, of the hours.  But hours and work, and over days.  It all adds up.  My body can't work consistently, without a price, and even then only for a short time.  Then I wind down, my body begins to ache, and I run out of steam.

So many things, if smaller things, were done yesterday, and through the week.  Dishes, laundry, picking up, cooking, chores, the girls, showering...  It all adds up.  Now I am a tired mess.  Even so, I am hoping to finish the dishes which remain, get a shower in, then finish the last load of laundry.  Of course, that means the start of the next load of laundry, with my clothes to be changed, but I can live with that.

Other than chores, that will pretty much be it today.  And, tomorrow, it will be a light load.

I have a plan for upstairs, and clothing.  I may begin packing clothes away.  Slowly, as they are being washed in small batches in the future, I will be folding some and putting them aside.  Cutting my active wardrobe down to a manageable size.  The rest folded, sorted, and stored.  If I need more, that's easy enough.  If I need special, better, clothes, that shouldn't be a problem.

Then again, for my better clothes, I believe I will put them on hangers, then in sealed hanging garment bags.  As well, my better and winter coats.  The rest will be put in those large ziploc type bags, or other such.  Technically I could use some of the larger industrial garbage bags, as they don't have pesticides.  But I think the plastic would eventually create it's own odors.  Then again, will the ziplocs?  Maybe not, different plastic, meant for longer term storage.  

Who knows, at some point, I may get rid of some smaller or larger chunk of my wardrobe.  I have way too much... I buy new when needed, but almost never toss.  I'll keep out mostly the more worn, if beginning to toss the heavily warn... or create a rag bag.  I... hate to lose clothes... mostly comfy old t-shirts.  And, really, I rarely wear clothes down.  My oldest functioning jeans look better than the torn stuff off some shelves... or even the mechanically worn.  Heck, the worst my clothes generally have is some fading... though... perhaps spotting on shirt.

I can't get rid of old spots.  I have been doing a lot to get spots out, immediately, these days.  But the old spots are there to stay.  Tried my heart out, they just won't go.  That may be a way to pare down.

Ugh, so tired!  Still, waterers are warming.  Chores, then some sort of lunch, a reset of dishes... unless I need a nap.  A few other things... or a nap.  Argh!  Can't stop yawning!  Later.