Not a bad gig, for a start.

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What with trash collected, and the last of it out... after resetting both litter boxes to scrub.  Then going through boxes, tearing many down as I went?  I got through... half, a third, of them?  Some not torn down, set aside for they are the right size.  But cleared and opened of debris... packing air bags and paper.  So, they will be ready when... it's time.  Then I grabbed five right sized boxes, a few smaller folds, some torn cardboard end pieces, and a few pallet boxes, for water.  I wanted several things to try.  I have a box cutter, and all the time in the world.

Then, upstairs.  I finished folding underwear, socks, and sorted out assorteds.  Boxing them as I went, with separators only needed in one of the three boxes in use, so far.  Should get another box going.  Some socks I'm just not keeping.  Still, pairing those, to give away.  Most of them are in exceptional condition.  I have been seeking socks that fit size sixteen shoes.  Believe it or else, if the socks are too small?  It... hurts the feet almost as much as if the shoe is too small.  So... yeah.

Then, I... sort of burned out of that.  Couldn't keep going with that line of work.  Wanted to quit.  But... didn't want to quit?  Right.  So, I got to my bed.  Tore the blankets off, and was about to do more, when I realized... I really had to pick up around it.  Sort everything from the alarm, to the bunches of socks and else which had gathered there.  Oddly?  I never used those things.  Clean, ready, but... I... just never used those.  I would get socks elsewhere.

Anyway, so I got to that.  I also put up a sleeping bag, I had been using earlier in the year.  And a sleeping pad, I have yet to try out.  Collected my swim wear collection, which I need to try out, and get back to swimming.  Someday?  But, they were put into the duffle for that purpose, and moved out of the way.  Then I picked up trash, here, there, everywhere.  And, then, picked up the socks.  I'll wash those, too.  Just too dusty to call clean.  Bleh.

But, that was about it.  However!  Either today, or tomorrow, I will be able to tear the bed down, vacuuming the layers as I go.  And vacuum the upstairs generally while at it.  Then, of course, tear the bed apart, let it air, reset the mattresses, reset the carpet under it all, and have a nice, clean, organized (my foster mother used to love that word... ugh), sleep space.

My world is coming back into some potential for order.  It's hurting.  I sure get tired quickly.  But it's so... pretty... to have clear and clean places, spaces.  Not sanitary, sterile, dead, but... nice.  Or getting there.  And, upstairs is just the start.  What is happening?  I... don't know.  It's killing me, both in the doing, and in the wanting to do more.  But... I... wouldn't mind.  If, too, I wouldn't mind pushing on through, if possible.  And enjoying a clean place, for a bit.

Getting hungry, thirsty too.  Coffee.  And, when next I can get to it, food.  Burger, fried, with sour cream, cheese melted in, like a heavy stew.  And salt!  Love salt.  I'm still... not eating enough salt.  Will keep working on adding more.  The thing is, you can't take it away, and if too salty, it is inedible.  For me.  Titrating up, as needed, able, and within tastes.

Still, like I said, a very good start to a day.  Now for coffee and gaming.  Then, later, a shower, more work upstairs, folding and sorting shirts, and maybe laundry and dishes started again.  Amen.

Oh, ouch, but I hurt.  And I'm loving it.  The only thing keeping me from more, right now, is dilated eyes, dizziness, and a distinct possibility that staying on my legs will see me to my ass.  Good evening, night.  Be well.  Say a little prayer for an old fool?  If you would.  I'd... appreciate it.  Later.