Not as much as hoped.

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Laundry, moving forward.  I'll warm what was drying, which should be done.  Then put the load in the wash into the dryer.  I grilled the pork blade chops.  It took a long time to cook, the grill just wouldn't heat up.  Still, they came out about as perfect as one could hope.  Two of those and a potato.  Yea.

I did end up cooking all of them, two will be used for leftover meals.  One on a salad tomorrow, one with veggies the next day.  I am looking forward to those.  Hmm, may do it the other way.  I didn't craft a vinaigrette today, and won't before sleep.  I didn't hit dishes.

I am running out of steam.  I did get the three boxes out to the dumpster, now that it is open.  Oh, should have moved the grain, bird feed, out.  I offered to give it away, no one would take it.  I suppose I could just offer it to wild birds, hereabouts.  It might disappear quicker than one would imagine?  I don't know.  Maybe.

I'll want to do dishes early tomorrow.  So as to get a shower.  The bits and spits of snow really messed up my hair.  Gotta shower again.  Odd how that works.  Yes, a bit of laundry, listening to music while that runs, then off to bed.  It really has been a good start to the week.  I may need a day off.  Tomorrow?  The day after?  I'll keep going if I can.  And, even on a down day, will try to do light stuff, like clearing and sorting at the kitchen table, laundry, calls, and such.

So tired now, I worry about tomorrow.  Then again, that has been every night since I started working.  I keep worrying that tomorrow I would not be able to work.  And, yet, every day I have gotten to some work.  Maybe not as much as I want, or as quickly.  But I... am getting things done.

Good evening, day, and goodnight.  I'll keep you in my prayers.  Oh, best take medicines before bed.  I hate remembering, when up there.  Because, yea, I will get back up, dress enough, and go back down, like or not.  Medicine is becoming helpful, or potentially getting there.  Goodnight.