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I can't be sure when I went to bed.  I got the dishes washed, and reset.  The freezertop cleared and washed.  One laundry through to the dryer and another load in.  But couldn't finish the dishes.  Or work on items, boxes, in the living room.  I did close the place up, fed Sassy a last time, cleared her litter, and got water set up and run, which means I probably need to refill the reservoir next time I am out that way.  But when I went to bed?  Ten, a bit, or a lot after?  Hmm.  Actually past noon, nearly to one... I remember being awake then, I think?  I was crashing, but resisting the crash, so who knows.  No, I think I saw it past 13:00, but upstairs, as I was going in.  Though 13:01 or 13:48?  I couldn't say.

Warm, up there, when I woke.  It is 77 up near the bed, 75 in the main, 77 downstairs in the main, and 79 in the front room, it was 81 near the machine.  It is 66 outdoors, so I opened everything up, upstairs and down.  Giving the ac a break, if nothing else.  The fans are on, including the fan on the ac unit.  The door to the downstairs is open.  And there are breaths of wind, not quite gusts, curling through the cave.  Being that it is just 22:50, there is a reasonable change the cave will cool down well before the night is through.

I hit the litter box again.  When I keep up on it, there is only, usually, one number one and two in there, if I do morning and night and check when I'm going by.  She is a much happier girl, when that is managed better.  And the place does smell smarter.  I have two tins out.  If I am awake a longer shot, she will get them all, if just a regular day, a can and an half.  If I am only up eight hours, she gets one tin.  I have been closing off the dry food, at "night" (when I am sleeping) to give her timeouts from eating.  She isn't losing weight, or much.  She, like me, has become slightly trimmer, a bit tighter, but still a bit plump.  Hey, it's all we actually own, at this point.

I brushed my teeth first thing.  If as I was doing that, I will resetting the dishes to a, hopefully, final rinse.  Around midnight thirty, I'll get in to get those drained, then dried, setting them out to air dry, then putting another load in.  The goal, at this point, is to get most dishes, pots, and pans, cleaned and keep them unused.  I need to get the grilltop going.  Between that and the charcoal grill, cooking most foods that way.  There will still be utensils, large and small, and this and that... a few small pots for cooking veggies.  

But, really, now is the time to cook out, mostly.  And not have much to wash.  While going through what I am keeping and what I am tossing.  Some of the pots and pans can be put into recycling.  Though, anything I find with teflon or else non-stick, if I still have that, will be ruined before being tossed.  It is, at this time, toxic.  And, yet, people don't care and would use it.  Even when obviously scratched, people will use that.  I don't want to encourage them to pull from the garbage and use.  And, yes, they... will do so.  But, if it's a stainless, but of lower quality, and worn and dirty, I'll leave it whole.  If someone wanted that, they could have it.  The way things are going, kids won't be going to school, they will, like some children in many foreign countries, be digging through the trash for metals and meals.  Joe did that!

Yeah, dishes.  Oh, and I checked the laundry.  For some reason, the laundry in the washer was still wet?  I tried the rinse and spin cycle.  Not sure that is doing what I thought it would do.  May just have to run the load through on a normal full wash again.  I have to wonder if electricity went out while I was sleeping?  Anyway, I'll check on laundry when I go to do dishes.  Or, actually, I'll just go in and reset it to run a regular load, if it isn't doing right.  I am drying what was in the dryer, again, on low.  See if that gets it any drier.  Wasn't very dry, I'll say that.  Thought it would be, but... nope.  I'll do whites, in the morning, if it isn't raining.  Then that will be that for a bit, regarding laundry.  Just more dishes to do, and sorting of boxes and things, plus work upstairs.

Then... the kitchen, bedroom, and on.  Not as good as things had been going, but not bad.  With it cooling nicely tonight, I sure hope to get a good load of various parts of those efforts in.  I'll definitely keep at it, pushing when possible, resting when required.  Yea, I can see the work paying off.  Just right here, near me... first the empty boxes were broken down, and that opened much of the room.  Then boxes of baubles have been taken to the other room, in groups, and managed.  I have removed half of what was left in here.  The the half that remains, of clutter, is functional items, like the swamp cooler and the paper shredder, a second desk, and another office chair, and old, mostly dead, computer I will want to disassemble to some degree, then toss.  And of the boxes that remain, many or dvd's, blurays, and games.  Not as much to go through left as before, though some.

Hmm... a fatted coffee, as I check on the laundry.  Then, maybe a show, or to look for one.  Often I won't find one.  I haven't played a console game in... a very long while.  They just don't make them like they used to make them.  All woke, broken, and dull on top of it.  Who would have known that wouldn't sell.  Ha!  Besides every gamer out there.  They can't complete, and put out, a functioning game, at this point, because if they did, and people saw to the end, they would tell everyone else that it's just another work propaganda piece.  Most of us realize that is all they put out, at this point, so don't even look at what is coming out next.  The young tools still do, but... that'll... fix itself.  Did with us, just much quicker.

Looks like parents are booting junior to the harsh world.  Or junior is finding the cleverness of the feminine.  It's a sucker bet, but that is life.  You can't win, but you don't have to lose.  Even if you, when... really, you lose... here or there?  Well, if you have chosen the right path, it... just doesn't matter.  Be true to God, the rest will tend itself.  Not that you shouldn't attempt to lend a hand, just... your hand isn't the final one.  And this isn't the final place.  You can hope for justice, but you can't have it as a certainty.  And, as a fact, expect to be spat upon wrongly, and by those who shouldn't.  If, too, turning the other cheek has limits.  It's not for lethal affairs.

Anyway... on to checking the laundry, getting water reservoir filled, and... fatted coffee plus maybe some sardines?  Maybe.

One last thing?  I have been looking for something along this set of instructions.  I have never even started a motorcycle.  Was going to buy one, in the Navy, with reenlistment bonus, and else.  But... no.  Didn't make it that far.  Everyone in my unit was a biker, it was... expected.  And that wasn't an issue.  The only thing I was being disallowed, by my own, were tats.  I had the potential to bronco.  Go officer.  So they didn't want me to ruin that possibility by getting a stupid tattoo.  Wasn't fair, I thought, but... I... abided my senior brothers' wisdom.  And my captains advice.  Yeah...  Anyway, to bikes?

Seems reasonable?  Later.