Break?

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That was the plan.  Then I... heard a vehicle.  I suspected it was UPS, but... who ever knows.  No doorbell, a few *thumps* and maybe a *womp*, first?  Then the engine, wheels turning, gone.  Check?  Check.  It was a delivery.

I first planned to just bring them in.  It's gotten to 87 out there, at 37% humidity.  I still have the house open, downstairs.  Upstairs is still shut and ac'ed.  The front room is 76 at 34% humidity... if the front door has been shut for ten... more like thirty minutes now.  I'll close the rest of the house up, too, actually... after this.

So, I did.  I got the packages in.  But... I... wanted to see what I got.  A carrying case, for the sewing machine, some 'bread tie' plastic or paper bound wires, to keep threads and their matching bobbins together, and a pattern.  I have purchased several patterns.  Some for practice, some for eventual actual use.  Vests.  I've always like gentrified vests.  But they are so expensive, if done well.  More so if fitted.  I like them with functional pockets.  As well, I want an inside pocket, for a pocket watch... with matching chain.  Yes, I do.  Those were gathered, and would be taken up, together, when next I went up, if I remembered.  Sometimes things languish for days.  Though, of late, I have been johnny on the spot.  Sure, a day or two off, but... even then I did okay.

Some foods arrived.  A pack of olives.  I already have a container for them, just needed the refill.  Only, it was a lot more than I anticipated.  All good, I got the olive container, with remaining and extra red wine vinegar brine, filled.  Then put the remnants into a gallon bag.  Purged that of air to within my and it's capacity, then sealed it again, in another bag.  Putting both groups into the fridge.  Olives are wonderful snacks.  Just a few ounces, a few times a week, though, or the salt will get you.  But brined in this way, refrigerated, they last a very long time.

Oh, but the carrots are still up here.  I'll get them down later.  Or... after this?  Sure, I had something else to do anyway, might as well do them both, then take my official break.

But, then I got most of the dry dishes put away.  Not all, just most.  And, if I didn't mention, did the dishes, one round, and reset.  With another load of relatively clean plastics... used for sprouting.  But, too, I reset another round of sprouts.  I am trying chia, as sprouts instead of breakfast gruel.  Curious how that works out.

As well, I got the flattop grill taken apart, packaged, and set to return.  Which, to be honest, was the heaviest work.  Not the most work?  Then again, each task was rather small, isolated, quick.  Only that one required any real muscle.  Still, glad to have that done.  That... was bothering me.  Strange how small our fears become, in the actual face of what we fear?  The only thing that hurt about that task was how easy it ended up given the fear I had going in.  Didn't let the fear dissuade me, but it did stress me from the time I realized it had to be done, right until I found the time and place to get it done.

Yes.  A... good little bit going.  Now I will put the carrots down, close up the house, consider a nap while I take a break.  Then, either go on up and nap, or take my break, and hit dishes and the north counters and cooktop.  Those are next, whether I nap or not.  Then bed platforms, and sorting in the livingroom.  Not a bad day.