More done.

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A grouping of boxes broken down.  A bunch, most, of the boxes brought up from the basement.  Some clearing of the floor.  It wasn't terrible, or such.  Merely lines from when I attempted to do drip lines in the garden.  They had been drained, and put up, rolled by the various sections, and taped with black/electrical tape in rolls.  Then put down there.

Not sure if they have been scattered by thieves, looking for else, if the cats were down goofing.  They had been stacked well and nicely, at one time.  In any case, they have been stored a bit more neatly, again.  Though getting them into better order, in time, would be nice.

Bit by bit, I am doing what is possible.  So slow.  So tired.  So be it.  I'll keep at it, until time is gone.  Little bits of this and that, but... it's what I can do, when I can do it.

It is warming up out there, if not terribly.  It seems to be in the mid 80s?  Just a guess.  I don't feel like actually going to check.  It has warmed to 79, at 41% humidity, in the front room here.  Though it is five to ten degrees cooler in the rest of the house, and cooler in the rest of even this room... a bit anyway.  It's just near the machine where it is so warm.  Though it really doesn't feel all that warm, or hot anyway.

If not mentioned, the electric kettle isn't working out.  Still, if I am quick, or will wait a few minutes until it is ready, I can get various temps of water.  First, earlier, for coffee.  But, too, green tea is on the list, and is being sampled.  Green?  It may, or may not, be.  Darjeeling, of a seeming mixed sort.  It is advertised at both, if I... have my doubts.  But it doesn't have the 'punch in the gut' that most black teas I have tried have.  So, I am guessing, it might be a blend of darjeeling black and green?

Anyway, I am steeping it at various temps.  I first tried it at 195.  Which may or may not work.  My problem was that I meant to give it five minutes to steep, but completely forgot to set the timer.  And, even that might be a bit long and a bit high.  Still, to be quite honest, it tastes rather good, though getting bitter toward the end.  I'd like to try it at, say, 175, for two minutes.  Being exact.  I am not looking for a fistful of bitter-sour-strong, but... the simple, humble, truest flavor I can find.  More than water, a lot less than coffee, some less than most teas.  Bright, flavorful, but mild, green, floral, simple.

I don't want that from everything I drink.  Only from that which natively produces such, with care.  My coffee?  I like a punch on the nose.  Black tea, even oolong, I want... a bit more, if not a coffee... save for some rare black teas which can rival a coffee in their own unique ways.  I want, simply, the best the product I am using can produce.  I will work with it.  So be it.

On to resting, again, before I can start the day going again.  Boxes have to be broken down before I can bring more up.  Those two things are the next goal.  Then checking on the ducks and rabbits.  And, maybe, a last load of wools, if there are enough, and some laundry upstairs... a basket, maybe two... to be sorted, folded, hung, or else.

What may be done, will be done.  Amen.