Breathless!

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Literal like.

It took a while to get a start in on... anything else.  But start I did.  I can't remember the order...  But lest just start with laundry down here.  No... laundry upstairs.  Right.  I went through all the last of it.  Sorting.  Underwear folded and what socks could be paired at this point, was done.  Shirts, shorts, and such, were collected and set out sort of right.  In preparation for hanging or folding.  The baskets where then brought down.

Then, in the washroom, I gathered all the clean clothes from last years Christmas past?  Or... the like.  And, what I felt was still clean, that went into the baskets, then upstairs.  The rest went back into the wash pile.  Which... is frighteningly large at this point.  Still, it'll... get done.

Then, on upstairs.  Couldn't quite get down the stairs right away, tired.  So, I got busy picking trash up off the floor.  Little bits that just... gather, collect, fall, and are ignored.  Until they aren't.  Today, they aren't.  I gathered all the other trash, and collected it into a big bin, with a bigger bag in it.  That is waiting by the back door, to go this Monday?  Any other holidays that I missed?  Anyway...

Then I found the vacuum sweeper, the little one.  I think I gave the big one away?  But, that went up.  Couldn't use it.  Not quite yet.  Totally busted?  Oh, and in there earlier, I tore the bed down, reset it, and have it warming.  I wanted to do more... tear it apart, change top and bottom mattresses, let them air out, but bedtime is fast approaching.

So, yes.  I... got in, did a nice little spot of work.  The problem with planning is, my breath can go, or legs.  How long something actually takes can surprise, either way.  And... other things... little things that get in the way, and have to be done first.  Before you can vacuum well, you really do have to pick things up.  Or it's be a nightmare of stop, go, unplug things, then back to it.  Just... pick up what is too big, or might clog, the system.

Wonderful though.  I really hit the upstairs today.  And laundry.  While I won't do a whole lot up there, as I go to bed, I may sort things a bit right before I lay down to sleep.  Not fold, not hang, not... anything... but put things into piles that make sense, and will help in the next stages.  Oh?  And... folding clothes is just as tiring as anything else.  I... had forgotten?  Or I am just so beat up that anything can hurt me.  Maybe.

I am absolutely exhausted.  My body hurts.  Ribs, back, legs, triceps and biceps, the works.  Everything that might be involved with bending, flexing, lifting... doing lateral lifts, shifts, sorts?  It hurts.  Wonderfully.  I love it when I can... get enough energy to hurt myself!  I... do love it.  Ugh.

Blood sugar?  I figured it would have gone up.  It's 101 just now.  Okay.  And?  The weekly average is 147.  Which means it will begin stabilizing.  I still expect a higher fasting read.  Just... it will.  How high?  Depends on it's mood, it's like... a woman.  Bleh.  Still, 101 is pretty cool.

Well, on to... some gaming?  To rest up?  Then a shower?  Then on to upstairs, to do a bit of sorting?  That's... the hope.  A very good day, very good.  Good morning, day, and night.