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To do it, I had to stay awake longer than wanted.  I wanted to sleep hours ago.  I just... wanted to try to... push through.  Even so, I didn't get all of it.  I did get some of it.  A shower, trash out, and recycling.  Trash to the curb.  Only one bag of recycling, and I am tired, so... no.  Plus a load of laundry set up and going.

Not perfect.  Not everything.  I would still like to set up more dishes.  I just... I can't.  Plus, with the tub empty, I can get another shower tomorrow.  Lord knows I love showers.  And baths.  I really would take one daily if I had the path and energy.  I have to stay awake a while longer, to let the hair dry a bit more.  I hate going to bed on a wet head.

Still, not bad.  I think the only things I missed were getting recycling to the curb, if it really isn't needed, and setting up another load of laundry.  Which... may be of benefit.  I think that is all I missed?  I didn't hit the counters, or break boxes down, but neither of those was actually proposed, as a certain hope... merely possibilities.

All good.  Now I can sleep with a somewhat clearer conscience.  What?  You thought I could live like in a sty, and be happy, settled, even resigned to it?  No, it is a horror every single day.  I fight it, tooth and nail.  Even though I lose, I have never just surrendered to it.  I still think, with just a bit of help, I could... win.  A woman who likes to play house.  Well... in real as well as... other ways.  All I could do is help, but I could do that.

It is just about bedtime.  So ready, still have to wait half an hour.  It is 42 out, 74 in this front room, near the computer, still.  Probably about 70 everywhere else.  But a bit more humid, at 41%.  It has been a more humid year.  Most of the time.  Could see my breath, at 42, dew point must be up?  Something.  Anyway, good night.