Uncertainty.

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Oh, and it remains.  Every time I think I am done, I do a bit more.  So far, I have put the last load in the dryer, and it is timing down.  The batch before it is in the basket, save three towels I pulled out, folded, and put away.  Well, and a t-shirt and pair of shorts I pulled to change into.

Before that, I did clear the freezertop, and cleaned in.  To the shine, as they say.  I really thought I might be done, took a bit of a break.  But, no, I... could get a shower in.  And, after, set up dishes for a rinse.  Can I get those, before going to bed?  Maybe.

The hope is the put the now last load of wash into the dryer, after making sure the load before it is dry.  Then getting those upstairs as I go.  As well, to do the dishes.  I don't think I'll set any more dishes up.  That would just be a touch too much.  First I'd have to pull them out of boxes, and whatever packaging, then get them in.  One is broken, of a set of twelve or twenty, noticed that right off.  Not worth sending back.  I can take a small hit.  Lord knows they do.  I just won't be that one.

So, yea.  A bit more dishes, a bit more laundry, then on to bed.  A very good day.  Oh, I need to get medicine down.  I ran out of my main, recently, or my downstairs supply.  I'll get that going again.  I think even the minor doses are helping?  Yes, I think so.

Really doing some nice things.  Who knows, if I can keep up on it, acclimating as I seem to be doing, perhaps I can not just catch up, but move on a bit more forward.  Actually get ahead.  I am hoping to really hit it this fall, and as far into winter as possible.  But... that is a pipedream until... until it happens.  Still, a man has to dream.  Or he'll die.  I don't mind dying, I just won't until it is... time.  Later.