Not the fastest, but getting to things.

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Some of the last supplies ordered this month arrived.  And they were packed right on down the stairs, sorted into the pantry.  It's far from full, but it is... getting better.  I don't need it to be chock full, I just need a bit extra, just in case, and for once in a while when fresh is out, or simply not available.  Canned spinach, among other things.  Not my favorite, but not bad.  Have had worse.

Laundry was going fine, until... perhaps a napkin, a brown one, got in the wash.  That was horrible.  It got over everything.  I shook it out, and cleaned the washing basin, and reset the wash.  No extra soap needed.  Went with the deep water run.  Hoping that will clear any last little bits of the stuff.  I did my best.  The first load is drying, should be done shortly.

As well, I finished the dishes, that had been soaking.  I reset them earlier.  Set them to a rinse.  They are dried and air drying.  So, all good.  A shower, soon, then perhaps setting up more dishes.  Though I may be running out of time.

My mother called.  Just a... small hello.  A few moments of commiserating.  She had hoped... things would turn out differently.  It is humbling, for her, I know.  And... I'd do anything I could so that it would be so.  But she just can't stand, and I can only do just so much.  I could get her back on her feet.  But I couldn't cook, clean, wash laundry, and else.  I... can't even do that for myself, reliably.

I just let her know that I do understand.  That isn't much, but some days, maybe it's something?  I am sorely disappointed with where I am in life.  Without a job, or even the skills to get a job, or the legs to stand to work... any more than her.  Less than her, most likely.  Without a woman.  In a home I can't keep up.  Dying, but so very slowly.  And, not... a good way out.  I didn't say it, but I'm not sure which of us has it worse.  I've had it bad for far longer.  But have been strong enough, and financed enough, to drag on and stay out of some home or facility.

But, yes, I... understand her sadness.  Warehoused, is how that feels.  Been there.  Decided to try to do anything I could to avoid remaining there.  Still, it might be better.  It will happen, in time, should I survive long enough.  As mentioned, I'd do what I could.  Not even sure I could afford the help needed, for it would be for both of us.

Anyway... a shower after resting from dishes and laundry efforts.  The dry clothes should be good enough for today.  Hopefully, if I can get out today or tomorrow, shopping, feed, and maybe a few waterers.  And... just being out.  May stop at the post, whichever, or whenever.

It was about 60 when last I checked, perhaps 62?  Now, several hours later, still overcast, it is up to 71.  So, rather cool, even so.  I shut the downstairs up but have left the upstairs open, and the fan on.  No furnace, though it sure is cool.  There is a lot of moisture in the air, but at 4,500ish feet elevation, that just doesn't have the same feel as it does at sea levelish.

Medicine has been restarted.  All good.  Later.