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I had been well, after the counters.  I then had a snack, then another, during a long break.  After a couple hours, I went to sort out frozen foods, here, there, and to be thawed.  Which went well.  I got a good deal arranged, all that I wanted.  Some things set out for thawing, much into the other freezer.  It sure looks like I am down on food though.  Ugh.  Still, I have enough... for a while.

A tea was needed, and set up.  I figured I would take a short rest before moving on to dishes.  As I neared my seat I got weak.  Legs got rubbery.  I had made it back to sit just in time.  Oh, I wouldn't have lost my legs.  Just that walking would suddenly have been an expensive procedure, energywise.  I was losing strength quickly.  No problem.  With the counters clean, and clear, there is plenty of room for dishes when I can get to them.  I suspect I will get to them yet tonight, at least most of them.  The ones already set up.

As well, I really plan on a shower.  A much needed shower.  And, I will leave the remaining dishes until whenever, choosing to keep the bathtub clear until tomorrow morning, for a second shower.  I love those things.  Then, probably, set up the last of the dishes and maybe bulldoze through them, with easy access to places to set them to dry, and gloves to handle hot or cold greasy or ugly dirty water without troubles.

It really is shaping up.  I am using my trash cans in order, one at a time.  I used to use them all, sort of, at once.  But that... gets confusing.  Why so many trash bins?  Some for various places, others... to try to buy time when I couldn't manage things well.  I have one in the living room and this the computer room, the rest are in the kitchen.  Supposed to be.  I'll move one into the living room soon.  The living room and computer room only get dry trash, so... it's... not as important.

But, yes, for wet kitchen scraps and such, one at a time is best.  Having several cans will buy me time, if not as much.  Oh, and I should find the swing lids for on top, to keep the girls out when I discard meats.  I figured out the problem, and a solution... bag the scraps in smaller plastic bags (reused grocery bags).  And, that worked for a while, until Sam (probably) realized a) chicken (or else she really likes) had been cooked, b) I couldn't have eaten it all, and c) she probably knew where the remnants were!  Gah!

Still, with one can being used, from now on when I do something that might tempt the little she-devil, it will be bagged and taken out right after cleanup.  I keep trying to figure things out.  I have excess, of some things.  Which allows troubles to brew, though it allows, eventually, a better way to do things.  It is amazing how difficult it is to learn.  Then again, health can be crippling, so it isn't always a fair fight or learning curve.  That changes, from time to time.

Quite a better looking house.  A piece at a time.  A lot to go.  But an amazing few days with actually not all that much done.  But what is done has been proximate, relatively quick, and ending up adding up a great deal.  Ribs hurt a bit.  I'm not actually sure why.  There wasn't much bending, or even all that much elbow grease used.  Mostly.  Still, I'll keep at it as able.

I thank God, every night, for whatever I do toward clearing, cleaning, cooking, tending critters, and give it over to His glory.  All things are to His glory.  That He shares that, in some meaningful ways, is a testament to His even greater glory.  Now, to get a few more things yet today.  If you have never done such, you ought to, sometime.  Just so you understand the grace whoever does that work really provides... to God, and to you.  Amen.