Not exactly fast.

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It is 81, in the front room, where I remain seated since laundry.  Sort of tired, but... oddly comfortable.  Even cool.  I just can't seem to get going.  Hungry.  May have to do something.  But... can't really get to cooking.  Or else.

The sun is about to go down, here at 20:08.  I am hoping to get dishes done, that one load.  And, either reset to a soapy or clear soak, then finish before the night is done.  A shower between the doing and the rest though, too.  As well, I'm hoping to bring laundry in and get the last load out.  Plus, get laundry upstairs to begin working on tonight or tomorrow.  But that will most likely be it.  If I can get to that.

It is a very nice day.  And, if nothing else, that I can be pleasantly comfortable at 81.7?  That's... something.  Well, I'll get on to something else.  I did ask a friend to pick up the required connector, for the flattop grill to the propane.  I'd bungle it.  Can't... focus to that degree, at the moment.  No rush.  A few days to a week is fine.  I'd wait that long for amazon, or more.  They are missing targets left and right, currently.  They aren't even keeping track of the items, or are losing them along the way?  Trying to use A.I. packers, and that not working?  Or did they shut those down, and now completely depend on angry workers?  UPS too?  Hard to know.

The world is changing.  Be careful out there.  Later.