A bit o' work?

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I decided, before coming down, to... do just a few things upstairs.  A few boxes, and some laundry to go.  Sure.  So, I... got into it.  Something must have grabbed me by something, because the next thing you know, the main floor is clear, all laundry and possible laundry... three loads... is down in the wash room, two smaller folding tables are set up with the clean clothes from Christmas past spread out, ready to fold.

Oh, I... won't fold that laundry soon.  Though maybe yet today.  Same with the laundry in the back.  And, found my folding paddle, for shirts.  So, will fold those.  Some of them.  I... thought that would take a month!  Nope.  Not... done.  Not close.  But... thirty percent?  Forty?  In that range.  And... it was busy.

The bed area, actually, is next.  Folding clothes when my legs give.  Hit it, hit it hard, get it done?  That's sort of the plan.  Then keep on top of it.  I may not be able to, but... every opportunity I get, I take.  And, I run with it as absolutely distant as possible.  Right to my death.  I don't mind.

But.  My eyes dilated, none of my body could get oxygen, or use it if it was getting it.  The exercise, shall we say, became anaerobic.  I COULDN'T do more.  I was done.  So, I came down, lit the fire under the water for coffee, fed Sassy, and began writing.

Oh, up very early.  Was it 17:30? 18:00?  I think probably the earlier, give or take a quarter.  Why so early?  I did go to bed very early.  Crashed, at around... earlier.  Before seven, eight?  I... don't... know.  Came like a club to the back of the head... for most people.  That actually doesn't bother me.  I'm... built different.  So, of course, up early.

Slept well.  Let Sassy up last night, for the first in three nights.  She was happy, didn't act like a jerk.  She has to miss it to appreciate it.  But she has matured.  Well, and she doesn't have Sam showing her, pushing her, the wrong ways.  I loved Sam, but she was a little bitch, and enjoyed it.  Some of my girls just... have that nature.  All of them?  To... some degree.  I don't hate it, it's part of the package.  And... I... generally like the package, human or cat, if each in it's own very different ways.  Like mothers, wives/women, and daughters.  Ugh.

Blood sugar is 150 fasting.  Nothing but one water, after the 113 read.  It's... just how it goes.  Until the average gets below 150 weekly average again, it'll randomly shit on the read.  Even then, sometimes, just because.  Still, I was expecting 180, or even higher... just... because.  For whatever reason, I... expected a high, possibly very high, possibly very very high read.  So I was actually pleasantly surprised.

Now to game a bit.  But the goal is to fold and tend the laundry upstairs.  Get going on the laundry down here.  Just a load a day, through from start to upstairs and folded, hung, or otherwise put away rightly.  If I complete what is up there, and the load today, then just finish the rest tomorrow.

As well, the bedding area needs broken down, vacuumed... the various layers, new bedding, then remade.  Today?  Maybe.  If so, all else I will do is shower, trim whiskers, and feed and generally tend Sassy and myself.  The goal?  To get Sunday go to meeting clothes ready by next weekend.  I can't do it this weekend, but next?  And, get a pair of slacks to the dry cleaners, maybe a dress shirt?  And, get my undershirts ready.  They allow multiple wears of dress shirts.  Yes, yes indeed.

To church attendances.  And, then, maybe to church, through the week, if I can.  Once, twice, thrice?  But, I won't wear the fanciest clothes.  That is merely for Sunday obligation.  But... nicer.  If, though, when I leave my door, and go farther than the post office (at midnight if I do that), I generally wear... better clothes.  Presentable, right enough to meet Christ, in good conscience, on the street.  You... my friend... are Christ.  You just don't know it, may not even want it.  But... there you go.

Oh, but to cool down.  Gaming might help.  Coffee?  Not... right away.  A steak, again, in a bit.  It was a thin-cut pack, of two.  I ate it's twin yesterday.  I'm going to cook this one in butter rather than coconut oil.  Not as good?  In some ways.  But... tastier?  Sometimes.  But, that too, will be later.  Much later.  Working killed the appetite.  Later.