No sleep.

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A visitor.  To help.  Things which had been piling up.  I... mostly watched.  Helped where I could.  So terribly tired.  My feet are absolutely killing me.  So many things done.

Cardboard boxes... all those broken down, and a few which weren't, taken to recycling.  Grass seed and fertilizer bought and spread on the front lawn.  The reverse osmosis tank aired up, or given the first shot.  As well as a few other things.  Memory is failing.

Very good things.  Oh, and I did chores first thing, before anything else.

Hopefully I will figure out the house now.  Trash, dishes, laundry... the place isn't seeming so keen.  Even a few things at a time, one thing a day.

My feet feel blistered.  I am so very tired.  Sleep, shortly, now really.

Good night.  Brutal suffering, but... okay for the price.