Better than I thought.

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Laundry has been reset.  The first load of dishes are done.  And the trash was gathered, put out, and the barrel taken to the curb.  Well, and litter was checked.  I am doing less a week, with litter, than I was doing in a day.  Poor thing must have had it rough.

Life is good, for Sassy.  Now not only doesn't she need to fear Sam?  But fear for her too, I think.  She is doing very well.  Though, the scratches?  I thought were from Sam?  Maybe not.  I'll... when I get things sorted a bit better, get her in to see the vet.  Something is wrong.  It may be behavioral?  From Sam?  Or... just her own issues?  She is continuing to have scratches.  Now Sam is an impressive girl, but that's pushing it.  Though I ought to check food in with her.  That... could be getting eaten.  *grin*  She was an eater.

A shower, next.  I hope.  And, then, setting up the last load of dishes.  If I can pull some boxes out, I may do some sorting.  And, I may clean the kitchen sinks, just a bit.  I did clear the stove top, but not clean it yet.  I need to clear the counters, but not tonight.  Moving along fairly well, if slowly.  I am going to try to be to bed by 20:30 to 21:00 tonight.  So... a shower, soon.  We'll see what else I can do between now and then.  Maybe nothing.  Maybe everything suggested.

Oh, I should have fatted coffee.  I am really using the fats and protein, as I work.  Brutal.  It's not real work.  No one could earn an income on the little I do.  But... it is beyond what I can do.  I... can't maintain.  But, for a while, I will.  Ugh.  Later.  Maybe goodnight.