Not bad, not everything.

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I cleared space, and straightened up, the spare bedroom.  Only to shove half a dozen more boxes in there.  Still, yea.  It had to go somewhere.  I just can't go through it all right now.  Though, while packing and moving, I am pulling trash, empty boxes, or making boxes empty by filling part empty boxes with other partially empty boxes.

I am surprised how much I could get done, did open up, in there.  Making holes is making a mess, and exposing a mess.  But... it's... a start.

I have an impossible amount of work to do.  Though, really, I think I can get everything a rough clean, after getting down to what I think I can clear.  I have some limits.

I'd like to clear my desks in this room, and sort and move, possibly, everything else in the living room out tomorrow.  Plus, sweep and begin vacuuming where it becomes clean.  Perhaps mopping in the kitchen and bathroom.  Though I'd have to clear the bathroom.  But... that might be possible, as things are going.

Oh, I did get the boxes to be taken upstairs, up there.  And finished the laundry, then set it to dry.  That... was sticking in my craw, for days.  I'd start, then forget.  Having to redo the single white towel, because it would get a bit of mildew.  Gah!  But, no more.  And, yes, after doing it, again, on it's own, I checked it well.  Then ran it again, again, again, with other whites.  Bleach, that powder stuff, and on the incinerate setting.  Good cotton, it doesn't shrink, or fall apart, or else.  Good machine, too, I suppose.

It's down to 55 outside, 72 in the main, 76 in this front room since I realized it was cool out there and cracked the front door.  I'm taking in water, because I... got dry today.  Even keeping up on hydration isn't... a guarantee.  Especially working several days in a row, and these last two on the harder setting for my programs.  Still?  Wonderful.  

Aches come and go, but light enough.  It's the dehydration that worries me the most.  Well, and remembering medicine.  I am sure I missed a day, maybe two, this week.  I... have limits.  Can't concentrate, work, focus, and remember it all as I'm pushing through.  Back on them, solid, today.

I didn't get, and won't get, a shower tomorrow.  Hoping to remember to get one in the morning, before I begin digging in.  Goodnight.