A good boy?

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A very good boy.  I... didn't... I couldn't do much.  I knew that.  But, I wanted to get the bed made.  So, up I went.  It was more work than anticipated.  But went well.  Done.  Everything back in it's place, bedding wise.  The bed with fresh linen, blankets sorted, and the electric blanket on top.  I only use that occasionally, but it's a nice add even without power on.  Nice.  I'll set up my bedside when I go on up to sleep.  Just a few things to sort, simple.

But, as I was about to head down, wearied by my work, I... thought... I'd at least sort the shirts.  There are four types, five?  Six?  Something.  Long sleeved, and wool or flannel, and regular (cotton).  Short sleeved of t-shirt, polo, linen.  And some sleeveless, tanks and muscle.  I only folded the lighter, t-shirt, polos, and lighter long sleeved items.  Anything button down was set aside, in various groups.

I will, most likely, begin ironing those.  Not... to some .mil standard, just... better.  Then hanging those.  But the rest?  Folded.  I bought, a long time ago, a folding device.  But I never really had a good place to do the folding!  Ugh.  Now I do.  Or... I created a space, then developed a platform, and... now I do.  Plus, I... doubted it would work, or be easy, wasn't sure how to use it, how it could work.  *breath*  But, it... worked really well, easily, and quickly!  I am amazed!  I... wouldn't have believed it.  Still, I bought it in faith?  Or hope?  :)

Anyway, I thought I would do some of them.  Then... did some more.  Finally?  I... folded all the shirts, up there, that I am going to fold.  I cleared the deck.  Then folded a few towels which had gone up with the lot.  I boxed the shirts, for now.  Then grabbed the laundry baskets, some dirty clothes, and the towels... got everything put where everything was supposed to go.

Oh, I hurt.  But I... did very well.  And, it looks so nice up there!  Or... is starting to look good.  If you just walked in, it would look messy.  You would have no clue how much was done.  In there, and in this front room.  Amazing what a few days of work can do.  I... wouldn't have believed it.  But, then, I haven't been able, so... what's the difference between disbelief and inability?  At times, nothing.

Now?  I am going to figure out how to eat.  Fry some burger, in butter.  Add cheese, to melt, and hot spices.  Then, big dollops of sour cream, to finish it off.  Oh, and maybe a can of mushrooms, or two?  I think that will do.  If it's too thick, I'll add a bit of cream.  Maybe some water.  I want a shit-on-shingles sort of gravy, just no shingles.  Eggs would be nice with it, but... you know...  I just... can't do that much.

A shower first?  Maybe.  So I can weigh in.  I've had half a gallon of water today, but oh well.  And just took medicine, so haven't voided much.  Those pills, when you get used to them, depend on them...  It just doesn't happen much, without them... for a few days.

I took some painpills, while at it.  Yea, I earned those.  Ribs, back, arms, legs, torso, neck isn't too bad, strangely.  Later.  Or good night, if I don't make it back.