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Chores and a meal.  Pork roast, this time crisped a bit, with a vegetable mix.  Nothing fancy but good enough.  Rather than a thick cut, I took to thin cuts, hoping it would crisp.  Which it did.

The temps are not being good.  It was 30 early, then fell to 24, and is up to 27 last I looked.  Still, with wind, it really isn't as warm as it might sound.

Now for a break.  But, then, on to boxes in the spare bedroom, at least, and dishes if possible.  I'd really like to get both things done, but need a break.  As suggested before, the place is looking much better, but in a way worse for the wear.  Every space opened, leaves dust and else exposed.  And, yet, it really is moving along.  There are areas I haven't seen open in years.

There is some hope to have the place gently presentable by Friday afternoon.  And, it won't stop there.  It might slow, the pace, but it... is getting there.  I want to finish getting it there.  If I can get the dishes kicked out, and at least the spare room tonight, then maybe the master... boxes in the master... managed tomorrow morning, then have help for more in the afternoon...  Yes, getting there.  A few more whole days of help, plus whatever I can do after?

I have tried several termite inspection services.  The earliest I can find, so far, is next Thursday, so I may try to put the inspection off until around then.  Unless the financers suggest that is too late.  Then I'll just cancel all, until I am more ready.  Always something.

On to my break.  Later.