Still going.

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The shower, taken.  First, trash out.  The garbage in the front room, but I thought I could get another bag together from elsewhere, and did.  The bathroom little can, emptied out pieces and bits from another bigger bin into a similar sized one, adding up to a two thirds of a much bigger bag, plus the bag from here.  A good haul, got it out, wasn't even smelling bad, yet.  Unless you put your nose right in it, or have a woman nose.  No, seriously, women generally have a more acute sense of smell.

Then I got, as mentioned, everything rebagged.  As suggested, I then got the dishes, pans, and such needing washed set up in a soapy soak.  Nothing fancy, not all that much.  But... all good.  And, finally, I shut up the front door.  It is 82 at 52% humidity, out there, 74 in the main, 75 or 76 in the front room at 41% humidity.  Not sure about upstairs, and not getting off my butt to check.  My doings have worn me out for the moment.

Not for a break.  And to dry off.  Oh, I have shorts, unders, and a t on, so I'm not completely air drying.  Though usually I do.  Walking around in skivvies, or less, isn't quite my thing, even I had a woman who could be a witness!  I've just not been a nudist since I was a kid.  Notorious nudist, at one time.  I got over it.

Now I am just waiting for the packages.  There is a reasonable chance none, or just one or two, will be delivered.  Assuming they get to the right place.  Between being pushed, and pushback, the customer is being forgotten.  I'm just going to suggest, if you bite the hand that feeds, you won't get fed.  Even Scandy gods only give critters one chance, hand.  I'd love to say it's not my problem, but it is.

I'll hit the dishes in a bit.  Say two hours.  Then hit what remains in another two hours.  I won't be in a hurry, this afternoon, as things heat up.  Mostly just slow time, until later.  Then I would like to get the sprinklers set up, and going.  Oh, I need to call and cancel dairy.  My feet, again, are staying skinny.  They were getting bloated, for so long, that the skin was becoming a problem.  That is becoming better.  Yes, I have to quite dairy.  Nothing better, there is no finer quality or such.  That was it.  Organic, no antibiotics or hormones, fed organic feed, not any way to improve the product.  Too bad, I really did enjoy it.

Well... on to my break.  Later.

Damnit!  Now I'm hungry!