One call, chores, and a few boxes.

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No more boxes broken down, but some moved from the kitchen to my box kill zone.  Each time I go out that way, rather than returning empty I bring boxes... two loads this time just to be extra fancy.  Chores were done, waterers refilled, and the ladies' water refreshed with fresh, cold, clean.  As well, while sorting boxes to return, I found items which will eventually go downstairs.  Extra vinegars, more pint containers I didn't realize I had... for storing stock, and a few other goods which have a new home downstairs.  Oh, and a live mouse trap.

I will, soon, set up the other mouse trap, but this is just a little one, for those with peanut butter allergies.  Why live?  I'd even like to have them live in the big trap.  Again, why live?  For the girls.  They absolute love the mouthfeel and soothing squeaks of... edible toys.  A stopper in the drain, a lead with the the squeaking mouse to the arena.  Then...  CHEERS!  RAHS!  And... ACTION!  If I can catch two, each of the young women gets her time in the arena.  I love cats for more than their ways and whiles.  We... share... some things.

I may have gotten out of the game.  But they haven't, and never will.  I let them enjoy for me?  Or... something.  I remember being terrible, but knowing mercy.  If only among men.  Among food pray, mercy is a quick death.  The girls... don't... see exactly eye to eye on that.  And, yet, even I play with my food... if usually after it is dead.  Still... it is their way and I cherish it.

With chores down, and brother contacted, I now have the alarm set for my first next attempt to contact the particular office within the ssa.  I am trying to go enough after lunch that this won't be an issue.  As well, after a sip, I plan to hit the dishes.  Oh, and then the counters, depending on energy and time.  I thought I would need to get those first, but since I will just be washing a first... or second is it... round, not finishing, counters can be last.

Ah, and I remembered what will help with the dishes.  The elbow length rubber gloves.  That makes messing with slimy or oily or greasy, or cold and those things, easier.  Or, I can just blast hot water at it all and just scrub through it.  Yes, yes, that does splendidly.  What an easy life, if you remember how to get things done... things which make you squeamish.  Mice?  Spiders?  Cold?  Even the heat?  Okay.  But cold greasy, slimy, pots and pans?  Not so much.  Though, they may be nowhere near that bad.  It might just be in my mind, a way to... procrastinate.  I... haven't actually checked.

Anywhile...  to it... shortly.  Just want to finish my sip, and look around a bit.  Later.