Never exactly as planned.

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I thought I would do the dishes, first.  Then hit the other things.  As it turns out, everything else, so far, first.  Laundry into the dryer, and stared.  A fluff dry.  Synthetics can be so darned particular... and shrink, and else.  Then this, and that.  Dinner is even going.

Trash and recycling have been collected, taken out, and then on to the curb.  Love having that stupid job done.  So often forget, or miss, or... you know.  Man, woman, or child, dealing with refuse is... a chore.  The price of living.

Blade chops.  Gotta cook these long, though not really high heat.  Garlic and onion powder, salt and pepper, and a pat of butter under them.  Five minutes on each side, then three minutes on each side.  These are thick, with heavy bones, three each, unlike chops the bones are on each end and one in the middle.  Gotta cook em', boy.  As well, I have corn and peas heating.  Love that stuff.

There just isn't time to fit dishes in there, or I would.  That'll be the next thing.  I think I can get those washed, rinsed, then take a small break.  Then dry and set them out to finish drying.  Plus, set up one more load of dishes.  Perhaps the last group, or nearing it.

Getting closer to a better home.  Even planning on arranging a few other things, this payday, so as to organize clothes better.  With more airtight clothes bags and hanging contraptions.  I feel more confident, if clothes are set up better.  If I don't have to worry about them smelling like cat litter... or what's in it... or whatever else a bachelor's home can smell off.  Bleh.

Really getting somewhere, again, finally.  Even if the heat is breaking my balls.  It got back down to 66.  Though, checking just now, it looked like it went up a degree?  But, no.  The griddle.  It's close enough, and hot enough, to alter that.  Yeah.  Spooked me, for a second.