A shower.

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And, yes, supper dishes  were put to a soak.  As I ease my way to bed, I do believe I will finish the dishes too.  What a day.  I'm not even zonked, conked out, zoned, or... anything.  A bit... off?  Yes, but normal for bedtime.  Not even always for a long day.

I did check the towels, before getting into the shower.  They are nearly there, but just not quite.  It was 52 then, might be down into the high 40s by now.

It's exciting to have worked as much as I did.  I did more than what even I wrote.  For every big thing, I did an half dozen small things, or a few.  Some listed, many not... just forgotten.  Things in the way, by the way, or just visible to do at a moment, then forgotten once completed.

Picking up, straightening some things, cleaning this or that.  I really didn't think I could work like this.  Not even during the spring did I ever do this much in probably even a week?  Just today.  But add today with yesterday and I have done a ton of work.  At this sort of pace, I could redo the house, to what I can do, in a month or two.  Windows, walls, floors, boxes sorted and stored or ready to toss.  Painting, fixing, organizing.  We'll see.

I even remembered medicine.  I'll check the litter boxes one last time, after I wash, rinse, dry, and set out supper dishes.  Hey?  Would you say a prayer?  I am afraid I might literally work so far past my limits that I end up dead.  I... don't mind dying, or living, just... say a little prayer that... things go according to God's plans, for me, would you?  I don't even mind pain, if that must come to pass.  Nothing fancy, just talk to Him as you would a favored male elder relative, and just say those exact words.  Goodnight.