So late, so close.

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The bathroom is nearly done, to the point where I can nearly take a shower.  The floor has to dry.  I swept, two or three times.  As well, I have mopped twice.  Perfect?  Well, no.  But as good as possible, all the givens and layers.  I am pretty sure I will get a shower tonight, a sit shower.  Then set up dishes.

The goal is another shower tomorrow.  And, maybe, mopping the bathroom again, tomorrow.  The toilet needs some cleaning.  The sink needs work.  The tub needs cleaning.  But... I have done a good lot for a start.  Really didn't think I'd make it.  Especially since I am still hobbling, hungry, and... achy.

It's chilly in this front room, but the light fever, mostly, makes up for it.  Though, as I get tired, the fever diminishes.  I'd like to make something more to eat, but it's just not going to happen.  All good, I don't really need more food.  I'll just game for an hour, set a timer, and check the floor.  If it is dry, when it is dry, I'll get a shower going.  A clean floor makes the process a lot nicer.

I won't be back on.  Goodnight, morning, or... whatever... day by the time this is read?  Goodnight, for my part.