So much for a nap.

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The heat, the activities, the work, it all added up.  When I went upstairs, with the hopes of cooling down while tinkering, I all but collapsed.  I didn't quite fall into bed, but only because I was using everything I had left not to pass out.  Not sure when, midafternoon.  Down.

Even so, I had hoped to wake by 17:30, 18:00 at the latest.  Not a chance.  I briefly woke at 19:00, but realized it was too late.  Not that I could have gotten up if it had been the right time.  I woke another time, or two.  For no good reason.  And, a dream... 1938 to 1945, and 1945 to 1975.  I have not idea what that means.  The years were important, to someone.  It... wasn't my dream.  Seven, and thirty, or thirty seven broken into components?  I was almost figuring it out when the door was shut.  Either they suspected they weren't alone and that was private so closed shop, or they had a massive emotional burst, or they woke up.  Maybe a mix, or even all of those things.

It is right at 3:00, as I write.  It was 75 near me, up there, so probably 73 in the main.  Downstairs it was 78 in the main, 81 up front here.  Outside it was 57, and I thought it said 30% humidity?  I won't swear to that, but I think so.  I opened everything up, hoping it'll cool rather quickly.  Down a couple of degrees, according to the thermometer here at the machine, which is usually two to four degrees higher than the other one which was listed... 81.  I just didn't check, so am not sure how much it has come down... probably three to even five degrees already.  I'll shut things off upstairs, and open up, in a bit.  Well, shut the ac off.

I drained about half the dishes, while opening things up.  I'll drain the rest in a bit.  Then reset it.  There are, of course, more dishes.  I found as doing other things.  Fine, I'll do them as I go.  As well, I will begin throwing what I won't be packing and taking, or using in the long term.  From heavier plates to already a pot I never liked... but the size was good.  I have gotten rid of all the non-stick, and one set of coffee cups.  Time to get rid of the rest of those.  Too small for my use.

Many things will just go.  Stay or go, I will live with much less.  Even glasses.  They are too small, too fragile, and of no real value to others.  So many things must be gotten rid of.  I would guess, all of the boxes, upstairs, I saved last time, will go this time.  I have just been... what... delaying the inevitable?  And the books, all those heavy precious books.  Time to go.  I may keep the bookstands, however.  Amazingly, with as many, and heavy, of books as they have had on them, for low these ten to fifteen years, and before too?  They haven't sagged an eighth of an inch.  Just "cheap", but solid wood, amazon specials.  No, I think I will keep those.

I have been trying to call the potential buyer who seemed most interested.  But he hasn't been available.  Looks like that isn't going to fall through.  Even so, I will get things ready to go, and by this fall, get another dumpster month in.  So much to go.  I want to clear this room, basically to the floor.  Clean the floor a few times, then start packing to-go boxes in here.  I am two thirds the way from clearing this.  Many of the things to move are larger, but not all that many.  Should be quick, when I have a better place to temporarily store what is in here, and a keeper mostly... or for now.  Hmm... getting the bed, in the spare room, up, would give a lot of space.  I might actually put the bed up tonight.  And take down the bed base in the master as well, if it's not.  That will open a lot of floor space.  Which then needs to be vacuumed, and powdered, then vacuumed back up a few days later.  Oh... I should get the upstairs vacuumed as well, tonight, this week anyway.  Nice.

Yea, I have things to do.  Things to store, sort, toss.  Even the toss things have to be arranged, when there is room, if that has to be cleaned first.  Much to do.  Oh, nice!  I am moving right along and still have a week and an half before the potential buyer will be calling about looking around again.  Bleh.  But so much still left to do.  I should focus on certain things.  Or, let the notion of having a curious visitor by part of the guideline, goal post, target.

Later.