Awake, starting soon.

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I didn't do dishes.  That is the first thing on the list.  I'll need to empty the water and reset.  Which is fine.  I won't do that until I am ready to hit it, for sure, within an hour and an half.  Then I'll reset, set a timer, then get in and dry them and set them out to dry.

After, a shower.  I may have a small amount of dishes, which will then be put in for a final run.  I've been keeping my pans, flatware, cutlery, and such up, mostly.  Perhaps just a few new things found, and old things not put in.  As well, vacuuming, upstairs and down.  Just... a touchup.  Trying to keep up.

Then, boxes in the the livingroom and spare room, and the boxsprings put in a bag and sealed, then moved into the spare bedroom, along with the base components.  And, finally, beginning in there, if I can.  Just a few hours on, a few hours off.  Doing what of those things can be done.  I have to get back to it.  Pretend the inspection is still coming up, because... in a way, it is.

My body tried to wake me up at 19:00.  I just... said "No!".  Here it is, 01:00, and I was able to wake well, rightly, and ably.  I'll be able to work.  Needed more sleep.  Plus, I may be able to coast back into days.  Gently approaching that.  If I work hard, though, I simply can't keep days.  If I push, I will twist in the proverbial winds of change, like a kite in a hurricane.  I simply can't keep days, and work hard.  I have a choice, and have made it.  If, too, I can only do so much for so long, before work fails.  Being this ill really has problems, or I would be working for money.  No one will hire a cripple, and for good reason.  Fake cripples, sure.  But not real ones.

Back to it?  I don't know.  I have been doing a few things, these last days.  But, nothing fancy.  Still, more than... for a while.  And, I keep making plans to get back to it.  It may happen.  It is planned to happen.  I may stumble, I won't be going as fast as I hoped.  But... yes... I can get to it.  Just how deeply, for how long, and how well, remains to be seen.  But, yes, I am at least back to trying to be back.

Of course, there is more to do than just efforts at improving the house.  I have to get groceries, I need to cook... and eat.  Oddly, the latter isn't as easy as it might seem.  How can I be overweight and not be able to eat?  It's because I can't do much.  Even my metabolism seems to flatline, or near enough.  When it has no energy, it has learned to use so very little.

I still like to explain by reminding people of the space trip, to the moon, which failed and they nearly died.  They figured out how to use so very little energy to control what hadn't been damaged on the ship.  They portioned every bit of energy.  You ought to read (or watch) that story sometime.  It is amazing what they did.

The question.  Was their survival a success?  Or just... not dying?  Should they have just gone out as heroes?  Trying?  Rather than returning, and alive?  Same question I have asked about myself, and why I tried to finish is for so long.  Eventually I had to realize it was God who was saying "No!".  He wouldn't cure me, either.  Just, wouldn't let me die.  Reasons?  God is beyond my ken.

Anyway...  Breakfast is brewing.  The dishes have been drained.  I won't refill them until I am sure I can get too them in a short enough time that they will still be very warm, so dry easier.  I'll probably put the laundry in the dryer when I go to fetch breakfast.  Then, back to gaming for a while, until I can wake, but with a timer set to get me going on dishes.  There is space for them to dry, too.

Chores, when the sun comes up.  A shower after dishes have been pushed on through.  A quick and dirty vacuuming of both floors, the rooms which have carpeting.  Well, might as well sweep, while at things, too.  Then on to boxes, and boxsprings, and such.  Later.