More than I expected.

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Far less than hoped.  It, as usual, simply takes more time to do what had been thought was less work.  Getting eating on both sides, the effort is more than proposed, and takes longer than expected.  Even so, I have the chair cleared.  Which wasn't a small task.  It was buried in... stuff.  Stuff on top, in front, to the side.  Stuff, lots of stuff.  Now it it, mostly, open.

I am planning on trying to yet get a shower, then go on to bed in time to be up to do more work before help arrives.  Or... so it is hoped.  I have to get to chores, too, and the girls.  Some food in my face would be good, as well.  But, who knows.  I am rather gimped up, with the cold and whatever else.  I just can't keep up on things.  Then again, it is February, it is cold, it is dark.  I am tired of being frigid.  And, yet, I am still mostly awake and aware.

I do realize, however, that I am no where near as aware as I am in the spring and fall.  Summer can be as bad.  I am not truly living, alive, awake.  Same with high summers.  Even if it isn't too hot, I sort of begin to phase out, just from the repetition of the heat, or cold in this case.  At least I am aware that I am lost.  It is far worse when you have no idea that you have no clue.  When you are, or might as well be, asleep.

Yea.  I'll try to get a shower in.  Then go on to bed, I think.  I'd love to eat something.  Might.  But something easy, even if it is wrong.  Such as beans and beef... along with cheese.  Nothing fancy, but it is warm, filling, tasty, and fast.  Later, or more likely, much later.  Goodnight.