A lot of things hurt.

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Mostly waist down.  Hips, major muscle groups, joints, even bones.  When I spasm from cramps, even the bones can get twisted.  The upper body is more stiff than sore.  Two to three inches of muscle gain, on my biceps alone, in a few weeks?  I should guess so.  Surprised the upper torso doesn't hurt too, though that may just be by comparison.  The squeaky wheel gets the attention.

They haven't emptied the dumpster yet.  Someone was in it last night.  Probably thought to dumpster dive.  But it is... hmm... full.  the effort it would take to get in and dig around would be massive.  And the mess?  Oh, and there would be no putting it back.  Plus, when they opened it, or shut it, they lost control.  Woke me.  I didn't know, however, for a while, what it was that woke me.  Then again, they may just have been trying to toss something away in it.  If they found a place, good on them.  I guess.

I did a bit of cleaning and clearing upstairs.  It's not bad, up there.  It's just private.  For now.  I am hoping, by then, to have it so he can do a walkthrough?  Maybe.  I am hoping the dumpster gets emptied soon, I have half a room or two halves... quarters... of rooms, with stuff ready to go.  It would be nice to have it gone.  Just on a clutter standpoint.  I know, that isn't what he is checking.  Mostly.  But it helps him to check.

Oh, but after today, I need... to take some time off.  Maybe a week, of lighter duty.  I will keep up.  Maybe one major and a few minor projects a day... such as cleaning the counters, and clearing two small areas... a table in the living room, and the loveseat... or doing all the laundry for a week, plus going through a small group of boxes.  Little things.  Plus, trying to vacuum or sweep or mop a few floors every other day.  Things like that.  Getting ahead while not falling behind.

And, I'll tell you...  If I fall behind again?  I will just rent another dumpster and start tossing.  I wish I had thought of that, or gotten to it, long ago.  There is this load, the load that will go in it, and whatever I can get out this week, then it probably goes back.  Or, at most, one more week.

Personally?  I think we all have the hoarder gene.  For some it is more prevalent.  For others it is an imperative, or just the opposite.  I'm middling, just without constraints.  A wife, who would also hoard, but different things... the two can keep each other in check.  Or... not.  But more often so.  We try to collect, hold on to things... we think might be of worth, for one reason or other.  But in these times, with everything being plastic, or worse... electronic... none of it built to last?  Yeah.  I found my first cellphone.  A motorola flip, about as thick as brick, and rather hefty.  It's value has to be somewhere around -$10 and -$500... in shipping, handling, and storage costs over the years.  But... there it is!  Bleh.

Anyway... I'll try to get a shower before long.  When I can stand.  Then hit chores.  But, mostly, waiting on the dumpster to be emptied.  What a few weeks.  But, after today, and slightly tomorrow, done... for a while.  I can rest.  Sleep even.  When and how I want and need.  Brutal.  Terrible.  Harsh.  But... wonderful.  I've... tried to do this much work for decades.  Killing me, but I love it.  As little as it is, for me, it is fifteen windsprints between four marathons, back to back save sleep cycles.

And, while finished, I am still in some sort of shape to begin getting ready for the next season.  Maybe a month, two, I'll dig in again.  Deeply.  Going through the saver boxes and parting with more and more things.  Things I am keeping... just because.  I can keep a few things.  Just... I have to let go.  Those times have gone.  I slept and died through much of my life.  Those people... places... I will never see them again.  Time to... cut my losses, move on.  Start over, or begin to close up shop, really.  Swedish death cleaning?  Is... that what it is called?  Something like that.  Later.