A few things, and a worried chuckle.

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Received a call, from my financier company.  Worried.  She received a message that I needed three weeks to get work/repairs done.  She was, if constraining, fit to be tied.

For the inspection?  Yes, she said?  Done, said I.  What?  We said at the same time, me enjoying it, her not quite so much, yet.  I asked who had sent this.  Oh, the other office, or such.  I explained that the message must be an echo, from when I first restarted the program.  But that the inspection has been done, already, today.  And the other one will happen, as planned, tomorrow.  So... all good.

Relief.  You could feel it pouring out of the woman.  We both got a chuckle and a smile out of it.  At least I was pretty comfortable, pretty sure this... but it always makes you stop and think, if something happened, or didn't, that you thought happened but did or didn't?  *laughs*  I don't worry.  I do chuckle.

Chores, finally.  I had to sit, rest.  The stress has been almost as much as the work.  Different effects, but they can be cumulative.  Oh, got the roast in, while sitting to play, rest.  Heck, I... don't really want to play games.  I... those are even taxing, at this point.  But I don't want to sleep, can't anyway.  Can't work, can't sleep, don't want to play, what else is there?

Wow.  Even what was done today, in the back hall, opened the place up in ways I hadn't remembered.  But this front room, and the living room... incredible.  Now to begin, to a degree on a whole front, but also one room at a time.  Taking it down, tearing things apart, cleaning everything, then putting it back together.  One room, space, box, at a time.  But, to do it, there are times when you really have to push, so as not to fall behind.  If it is also, always, a bit of falling behind and catching back up.  Ebb and flow, come and go, soon or late.

Still not sure what to do.  The roast will be ready in less than half an hour.  I really can't sleep yet, or work.  My hip and legs are on the verge of spasms.  I guess gaming, as lightly as possible, is the way.  Termite inspection tomorrow.  Should get word on that, right away, know if anything is there.  Ugh.  I won't do more dishes, until Friday or Saturday.  But what is there is in the way.  Need to drain them and move the bin.  Plus, there is a nerve twisted around that hip.  I've pushed.

Later.