Twenty hundred and up.

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When did I got to bed though?  After ten, but how fart after?  Ten thirty, to be certain.  But did I make it to eleven, noon?  Certainly not one.  So trashed I can't be sure.  More, when I went upstairs, I did finish sorting laundry.  Not... a long time effort, but it probably took between a quarter and half hour.

Oh, but the bed was made, and warm.  I crawled in and it ate me, whole, into the warm darkness of the most blessed of sleeps humans can endure and survive here on earth, in this time.  The only better times were swaddled and being breast, or bottle for some of us, fed.  It was good.

Aches and pains are gone.  I'll... get them back.  Meant to actually tear the bed down, reset it, after letting it air out.  Then add fresh bedding, and all.  But, Sassy was... bawling.  So, I came down and fed her.  Took the bag of trash out, while at it.  And checked the temp and weather.  Another "shnow" day.  Bit of a breeze, light... something like snow... between snow and feathers... or even more like goose or duck down coming down.  It's 26, but sort of... calm, pretty, like your woman right before bedtime.

Oh, and blood sugar?  I expected a higher number.  Between 140 and 180, maybe higher.  Just... because.  But, no.  It is 124 fasting?  Okay.  I'll take that happily.  Whatever.  I'm not doing anything special, or extra.  As written, I'll take it, and gladly.  And I'll... keep up doing nothing?  :p

Now... with Sassy fed, trash out, I'll hit her litter boxes.  Probably changing one out completely.  Wanted to do that yesterday but ran clean out of steam.  Then, grab a few boxes, for laundry.  For now, that gives me something to sort unders from socks from folded shirts/t-shirts and shorts.  Just... a place for everything.  And, I... have a lot of boxes.  More, I can tear some apart to compartmentalize a bit even within a particular box.  Dressers are nice, but expensive, difficult to move, limited in capacity, and did I mention expensive?  If they aren't expensive, they are cheap and nasty, probably toxic.  Though... even if expensive, they can be toxic.  Ugh.

Upstairs, tear the bed down, begin folding and sorting into boxes, do as much of that as I can.  If I do well, I will begin in on laundry.  Washing it, that is, and running the loads through.  No more than two at a time, not doing another load until those loads are folded and put away.  Check.

After doing what I can up there, with laundry, I'd like to vacuum, a first shot.  Well, after moving bedding, so I can vacuum that area too.  I might do gaming sets, here and there, as I am doing these other things.  But, a shower as well, today.  Then setting up a few smaller loads of dishes.

I'd like to get into the boxes, other than grabbing a few for upstairs, but that... probably won't happen.  I am pushing it, even as is.  But, we will see if I can keep the flow, and do three or four larger tasks per day?

My bedroom was beginning to eat me.  It's still... crowded.  But, I just made a huge difference.  And the laundry room was becoming claustrophobic.  It, too, just... become a nearly open room... well... until filled back but with to be washed items.  Vacuuming will really help, having a bed reset, aired, and with fresh linens will be quite nice too.  And, while at it, I'll probably clear the rest of my bedside.  That had become a pile of socks, compression and otherwise.  Paired, clean, but... yeah.  They... that... got out of hand.  I'll... get that too.

But I will say, when the world gets neater, life gets a lot easier, better, nicer.  Men aren't good at these things.  Old, ill, crazy dudes are the worst.  But, we'll... see if I can push through a bit.  Even if it doesn't last, I'll take what I can get.

Stay warm, keep at it, pray, hope, and... then die well.  Later.