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I was almost sure I would get to nothing.  I kept... willing at it?  Pushing?  I do that so often.  It often doesn't matter.  But, today, I got to some of it.

I thought I had finished the waterers.  Found more.  Ugh.  So, I did get those at least started.  Then I got to the dishes.  Good enough, just needing a hot soak.  They are getting that.  And, then, I scrubbed the freezer top.  Good, ready to go.  I am taking a break, then will see if I can round up some clean towels and get the dishes preliminarily dried, then set out to finish air drying.  A shower, then?  Maybe.

If I can get a shower.  AND then I am still able?  I will do some or many boxes in the spare bedroom.  No promises.  Just a mild hope.  But time is running out.  It just hit 18:00.  I don't want to be up too late.  I'd like to be in bed by 20:00.  Time.  I want to keep to days.  It means going to bed early.  Especially since I am sleeping longer.  The Sam blues, I think.  Well, and the dark days.  Sun might help wake and go a bit better.

Well, and I would like something else to eat?  No, just no time.  It would either be chicken, again, again.  And, no.  Tomorrow, perhaps, but not today.  The other option would be... well, it would all take cooking.  I just am not up to it.  I do have celery sticks.  That, and just a small amount of peanut butter.  All it has in it is peanuts, palm oil, and salt.  I can do That.  Just a tablespoon or two, I think, is what is allowed for 4 carbs or so.

Anyway... a bit of a break, then back to dishes and then maybe to boxes... if I hurry.  Hurry, scurry, work with fury?  Bleh.  Later.  Or, actually, goodnight.