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While I didn't get to everything I had hoped to do, as mentioned, I did more than I thought I would or even could.  Yesterday is why I make lists even when I am pretty sure they won't be done.  Because, sometimes, things... happen.  And, with the list, I had not only an idea of what to do, and ordering, but also a path that would make future work easier.

What I did last night opened the was for a shower and maybe shave first thing today.  Damn straight.  I haven't taken it yet, but will very shortly.  Not only that, but then I will stack in the next grouping of dishes, and maybe put away what dried last night.  So that when the other dishes are ready, if that takes all day or until noon, they can be put out right away.  And, hopefully, any last dishes can then be hit.  Getting there with those.

Not only that, but all waterers were filled, put in their delivery sacks, and set to warm near the vent.  So not tangling with that, too, while getting ready to shower.  So happy to have a straight shot to the shower today.  Would like to keep it that way this week.  Might be able to keep it so.

Medicine went in last night, and this morning.  Blood sugar is 148 fasting... improving quickly.  Down from ~225, 198, then 171 fasting(s) yesterday.  The water is warming, for breakfast.  Sassy has been fed.  I refreshed her water last night, cleaning and clearing it.  I will clean her litter this morning.  Probably doesn't even need it, but... I... became obsessive, with Sam.  Couldn't keep up not matter how often I cleaned, cleared, reset.  I... want to stay way ahead, if I can, with Sassy.  Way, way, ahead.  If I can get everything out before it has time to dry, I'm good with that level... now that I can.

Almost ten hours of sleep.  Had to push to get to bed, and shove to get out.  The odd price of love.  It really hits, at times, just when I thought I was finished, a new round, wave, beautiful suffering.  Offered to Christ.  He accepts all, gratefully strangely.  Just seeing Him hanging, there, on the cross... knowing of the scourge that came before... and the lies told to and about Him... and that these things were nothing compared to the worst of it... just outward visual signs for the eyes of men who do not understand certain depths of pain, can't, won't.

Still, the sting of death is real, it just... isn't... what it had been.  In death, now, is hope, too.  Something that had been missing before?  I think so.

Anyway... A shower, breakfast, maybe a shave.  A break.  Then chores, putting dishes in (or before the break), putting dishes away (definitely after a break, or two if needed).  Then to boxes in the spare bedroom.  And, maybe, just maybe, boxes in the master bedroom too.  If I get boxes sorted, I may then move on to closets.  Some things in there.

Sorting through clothes, old or worn or no longer fitting?  I don't know.  I will just begin trying things on, looking at wear, seeing if the style is still reasonable.  Looking to toss.  Though, if it is of a certain material, keeping for a rag bag?  Plans, people.  I have plans.

I will probably only have one more load in the dumpster, or for now.  Whether I can get it in this week, or not, is another thing.  The dumpster will most likely go back this week or next for sure.  So, I will be seeking whatever I can to get rid of as quickly as possible.  Then, just call it good.  The couches will have to go by trailer.  I don't think there is any other furniture to go?  Hmm... maybe some steel chairs.  Were supposed to hold my weight.  Didn't.  Not for long, not even close, even for just occasional use.

Anyway, it's time to get to waking.  A shower first, maybe a trim before that, with the electric, to make shaving easier.  Oh, by the way, brushing, even three times a day, simply will not work on hair.  Or, my hair.  Some of us are just too oily for that.  Next time, however, I am trying some homemade dry shampoo.  But, I think you sort of have to hit that from the beginning.  Put it in, brush it through and sort of out, and... we will see.  

I just, I am sure that washing it too often is bad for it.  But leaving it greasy, oily, while it might be good for it(?), it certainly isn't becoming.  Ugh.  Trying to... figure things out.  Advertisers and salesmen aren't going to help.  And, lazy women won't help.  I am sure there is advise out there, that is good, I just haven't really found it yet.  If I am going to have long hair, now that I am trying to be healthier, I... want to try to care for it a bit better.  With freedom comes responsibility.  Aye.

A longhair, you say?  Yes.  Are you a shorthair?  That makes you a Roman.  Hail Caesar, give until Caesar what is Caesar's.  I guess your hair is included.  I am not Roman.  These days, possibly in any way.  While all roads lead to Rome, all roads also lead to hell.  Choose your path, and the direction, wisely.  Discretion is advised.  Lonely, difficult, is the path to heaven, and only through Him will one lay foot on it.  And, He is NOT in Rome.  Rome has had it's say about Him.  Amen.

Well... I best get to going.  May give mom a call, or attempt it, this morning.  See what the old girl is up to.  Trouble no doubt.  I hope.  :)  Later.