Ah, just a bit more.

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While tending nature, a few boxes were collected from the kitchen and living room.  Small, either empty or with packing material.  Plus a broom and dustpan was grabbed.  I was supposed to grab it with the boxes, but forgot.  Wouldn't have worked anyway.  Too many boxes.  I didn't tear them down, just put them in with those to be broken down.  Then to sweeping.

Some things had to be picked up, a few items just had to be moved... some to be replaced.  Sweeping can be much more of a task than it first seems.  You see stuff on the floor, you want it gone, but just a broom, dustpan, dustbin, and some movement doesn't quite always satisfy.  So... you end up wrestling with your environment until it, mostly, is to satisfaction.  And, it is.

This, the front, and computer, room looks more like a slightly rough storage room.  Empty boxes are hither and thither, but the packed boxes seem tidy.  There is now an "L" shaped hallway, wide enough to bring an appliance through as is, but could easily be widened much more and quickly.  The floor could use more work, but the broom is what I have and all I will use until the floor is solidly open again.  Time is on my side.

But... that work me out pretty heftily.  I am tired.  My work sessions will have to be short, focused, exact... hitting what I aim to hit, perhaps doing a shutdown operation so it looks kempt until the next round.  Dishes are next.  I... must admit... I fear those.  Heavy, the cast.  And oily.  I hate really dirty... or more greasy... pots, pans, and such.  Still, that is what is next.  First what is in, then maybe adding what hasn't been set to soak.

On the good side, I won't be creating many dishes today.  A few flatware, as I consume soup or soufflé casserole.  But no more cooking.  The grill doesn't get washed, at least in this fashion.  Oh, speaking of which, it is nearing breakfast time.  The sun won't be up for an hour or two?  Then chores.  I am not sure when I will hit dishes though.  After chores?  When I can.  That bit of moving and sweeping and restoring things has me tired, again.

Oh... in the hubbub, I have been looking for things.  I may have found the number I was seeking.  A different page had been on my computer desk, but went missing.  I am sure I didn't move it.  And the cats have never messed with things.  Anyway, I found another letter from that place.  So... I can call, see if they can help get me my files.  I have been trying to get my files since a week after our last contact.  I can't make them send what lawyers require.  And they are required to send that information.  So... it's... on, that part, yet today.

Ugh.  So weary, tired, almost back to pain.  I best slow down.  Yeah.  Later.