Late.

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Now, truth be told, while it seems I am just awake at 15:00, that isn't the real truth.  I woke up at ten.  Came down stairs.  And was about to start my day when... I realized something.  I have been pushing to the breaking point.  Sure, I can get up at ten.  But I am miserable.  I have been miserable for the last week.  Month?

Not the worst of my misery.  But I have been pushing to sleep less, to be up at certain hours, and... other things.  Which has been absolutely cripling me.  How can I get anything done if I dont' sleep until rested.  If I push, and shove, and... do that day after day, week after week.  Months on end.

No, I didn't get anything done.  I was never awake enough to work!  Perpetual insomnia, if of a lower grade.  But, still, unable to be awake, or ever sleep enough, for pushing and shoving and fighting.  My body put up with it, but I am... not going to do that anymore.

When I wake up, if I am still very tired, I am staying in bed.  And, I will sleep until I am not tired.  But, what, Doom, if you never find peace, in waking?  Then... it'll just have to be.  But the goal is to be rested enough to do some work when I wake up, or sometime during the day.

Not a lot of work, or every day.  Say, three to five days a week, two to six hours as I can.  And, the goal is to hit the place hard.  To begin tearing through things, getting boxes and items ready to be tossed.  I cleared a lot of room before.  I have a lot more things to go.

I need to get caught up on dishes, laundry again, boxes and items that have come in.  Lots of work to do.  As for sorting?  I... if I could get something in writing, I won't be doing all that much sorting.  I'll just be tossing much.  I simply can't sort.  Just... get rid of things.

More?  I am changing my shopping arrangements.  The goal is to pay off anything owed, then begin saving what is possible.  Cash, for a short run escape plan, is king.  The only things I may order are for cat food, and maybe some foods I do eat?  But... I don't eat anything but meat these days.  So... plus.  If I want something, I have foods stored.  If I want spinach, I have cans.  Tomatoes too.  Sardines aplenty.

As for clothes?  I just need to sort through those.  I have packs of new shirts.  Plenty of jeans, slacks, dress shirts, t and other shirts, perhaps even unders in spades.  Actually, I need to get the new ready, for when I move.  A lot of the old stuff will just go away.  Heck, even charities doen't need clothes anymore.  They just ship it to island countries and african countries, as pseudo waste disposal.  Ugh.

Living in a world of so much plenty that the poorest nations complain about charity items, and... roughly?  Fairly.  Then again, even without clothes, it's not like they will freeze to death.  Bleh.

So, the gig is to cut spending, pay off whatever is due, tear through the house, eat just meats, and get ready.  Even if he isn't going to buy, I'll have the place ready for possibly upgrades to make it more sellable, and put it on the market next summer or the summer after.  Just put it out for three to six months from spring to fall, then pull it if it fails.

New carpeting, floor cleaing.  New flooring in the kitchen.  The second bathroom reset and going.  Thigns like that.  A new window here and/or there, new screen doors.  Eventually the place might sell for a price I could accept.  And, who knows, I might not have to cut by $70k.  Someone still trying to get out of SF, LA, NYC, or else, might see it as a minor challenge.  Willing to spend as much time and money on improvements, their way, as they spend on the house, which would be less than... all totalled, how much they were renting for in the city.  Yes, possible.

And, really, I would prefer the full amount.  If I wouldn't mind handing it to a local.  Someone who fits.  Even at a cut rate.  Weird how the world works.  If one or the other, I can't lose.  And, if I can sell it outright, I wouldn't... have as many concerns.  Rent selling is risky, more so at a cut rate.  Ugh.  I don't like negotiations, but that is the world.  More so, and worse so, day by day.

Now?  I don't know.  Coffee.  A shower.  Dishes reset.  Cleaning the freezertop to finish dishes later.  Propane would be nice, but I can't get out in time tonight.  But... things... have to start moving.  I called to check on my account.  There is enough to pay well on my credit cards.  One or two off, one in parts.  Ugh.  Later.