Moving right along.

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Laundry is reset.  The clothes weren't dry, so I gave them another spin.  And, while I haven't started whites, I have put what was in there in, in preparation for doing them.  I have another towel in the bathroom, and will be putting pillows in.  If it isn't going to rain today.

Then on to dishes.  I washed the load.  It's a bigger load, but went fairly smoothly.  Still a bit gunky, so all has been put in for one more soak.  But it is actually cleaning up better than I had anticipated.  I think one more shot, and I can then rinse, dry, and set them out.  I'll try to get the dishes which have been set out to dry put up in there, hopefully well before drying this next set.

Not a break.  It was a good run.  After the break, I'll head upstairs.  See about getting the last of the floor open and cleared, vacuumed, and powdered.  Then, if So, I will vacuum that all back up on Tuesday.  On the good side, it is cool enough tonight, and was cool enough today, so that I can get fresh air up there.  Deep winters and deep summers make it so airing the place out isn't all that possible, usually.  When I get a chance, I take it.  Fresh air is your friend, my friend.

I am pretty sure I can get the upstairs opened, vacuumed, and dusted.  Beyond that?  I don't know.  I honestly hope I have more time to get down, and work on the boxes and items collected in the living room.  Then hit dishes again.  Bringing down pillows and taking the white towels from the bathroom as well, into the laundry room.  I won't start on that until I am more sure about what tomorrow looks like.  I have two more sun-dried big towels, clean and folded.  So I don't need them, or even want them, the white towels, washed and ready unless they can go out on the line.  And those will last two, even three showers each if I have to push.  Heck, one can last a week of showers if I really must.

Oh, but after washing dishes again, while they are set aside, I will probably get a shower in, again.  I sure like those.  Especially with sunshine dried towels.  As well, sometime in there, I may grill the package of chops, and the pork roast.  And have a small pan of mixed veggies, for a side.  Maybe with some cheddar.

I found a video I thought was... interesting.  I watched it but... to a degree?  Was unimpressed.  Why?  I drive a big honking suv.  Maybe not as big as a big truck, but not a tiny delicate thing.  And, yet, I drive just as cautiously as he is suggesting to drive on a bike.  About seventy percent of drivers are basically aware and knowledgeable about driving etiquette, laws, and conditions.  Basically.  The other thirty percent are unable, unwilling, to abide driving rightly, or actively against those things.

If it were just me, on the road, the probability of an accident would be slim.  The only accidents I have had, in my life, sober, have been from someone else hitting me, usually out of some blind or other.  I have escaped many more accidents, when I could and did see and oncoming.  I have learned to not only look, but feel, sense.  I drive that big suv as if it was a tiny micro, among tired, long-haul, truckers.  I already look for ways out.  Being 4x4 means I can, to a degree, have a bit more flexibility.  And I will get out of the way of a vehicle behind me, not breaking.  Always aware.  There are just too many stupid, careless, and evil people.  It doesn't matter if they are sorry, go to prison, or even if they were executed for you being dead, that just won't change your being dead.  Nor will it replace a vehicle they no longer even make, on a lighter side issue.

Still, I liked this, in one sense.  It let me know that I am, at least to a degree, already on the right track.  Paranoia serves you well.  And, yes, if I sense a driver is angry, butthurt, about something?  I'll get away from them, if I have to take an exit and come back on another way.  I can feel their hatred.  Not sure why they have that much hate, but I definitely feel it, even when they try to hide it, or do hide.  Can just feel it wafting my direction.  Even for minor things, or things I was completely in the right about, and politely done.  I just don't get some people.  Ah... .mil plates.  I... sometimes forget.

As well, Orlando?  I haven't been there since I was in the Navy Nuke school.  The lights have changed?  They used to be huge poles, way up in the air.  Some of my friends were out drinking, with a designated driver.  Even so, they ran into one of those.  They were all thrown into the ditch.  All torn up.  Only one died, immediately.  He was only in an inch of water, but was so messed up he couldn't turn over.  Not sure, after that, what happened to them.  The Navy was... terrible about helping friends keep, catch, up.  Or... it just went bad and they closed all data down.

Still, interested to see the place.  I'm sure, though, it is totally different.  I'm pretty sure, the bar district I first heard Mazzy Star, while having a sip, is gone.  It was a rougher part of town, I wasn't technically supposed to be there.  But... I was never where I was supposed to be anyway.  They... knew that even then.  I'm not sure she was Mazzy Star yet, or in it.  But... it was her.  Man, she got me, hit me hard.  I didn't hear her again for... decades.  But remembered her from then.