Not bad.

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Oh, not... complete.  Though I did something else, as well as got a good start on the efforts.  I cleaned the sink and toilet, and around the base of the toilet.  Yeah.  Guys... aren't... always good at keeping on top of those things.  And... probably need more effort in that zone as well?  There is still a bit of a ring around the toilet bowl.  Working on that, over time.  I'll get it back to trim.

Then I started doing some work in this front room.  I've cleared... a third of what remained after clearing... a fifth sometime back?  It's... almost beginning to look like a room.  While a third of the floor space is cleared, it's really more, since some things are simply scattered.  Stacked, I could probably put everything into a fifth of the space, not even including the two desks.  Though... the desks need to be cleared too, a bit.

As well, I have done bits of work in the living room, and then on into the washroom.  Simply organizing.  Putting some things back there which belong there, straightening what is there, a bit, and pulling boxes from there.  Empties, and those broken down.  Really, quite good.

A bit of a break.  I'll have some of the cold coffee I have been setting aside.  Some water, and maybe electrolytes.  I didn't get morning medicine in, so I'll do that.  Trying to keep up on things.  But there is always something, even of my regular standards, which gets missed.  I am, mostly, getting better.  And, I seem to be able to add more things in.  But, adding things in increases the risk of missing something.

There is some hard limit, over time.  Though, to be truth, I don't care if you are well, fit, and young?  You... will miss a beat, or ten, every once in a while.  All there is to it is to get back into the game as soon as you realize, and keep trying.  I always wondered if there was ever a place, or time, in life, through maturity, wisdom, strength, or else, when everything would fit.  The old I get, and as things begin to go downhill even faster?  If I didn't have a square shot at it?  I don't think so.  I think every day, every year, every age a man lives through?  Is fraught with failure, struggle, losses, and so on.  Never will be free of the foibles.  Then we get REALLY ill and die.  Or... just die, don't even see it coming.  And... that's the good news?  Not the Good News, but yes.  That... actually... is the good news.  Who would honestly want to never die, in a world of sin?

Yes, coffee, water/hydration, an hour break.  I set the laundry up, just one thing that was sort of... moldy.  Then I'll redo it, with others of it's ilk, if it smell freshened.  Then back to work, mostly in the living room.  Boxes, emptied, trash out of various things and into bags.  Perhaps some of the boxes into one of the bedrooms to be sorted later.  Maybe some shop vac work, just to clear things a bit?

Maybe more work in this room.  Not as much to do, but can sit to do it.  Go through a few last boxes and clear the desks... or start in on those.  As well, perhaps some sweeping in the kitchen, and a bit more this and that, here and there.

Lunch?  After the break, and next run, I may griddle up some lamb chops.  If they are tasty, done.  If I can't do them, toss and have some steak.  I want to clean the griddle while at it.  As well, change where it is, and level it better.  I had it unlevel, on purpose.  But, now that I am grilling what I do, I think as near as level flat as possible will work best.

Getting a bit cranky, in the shoulder and elbow joints.  Just from lifting, moving, cutting boxes down, and just... working.  But that's fine.  Hopefully that will loosen things a bit.  Am hoping to have the place open and clean before the fridge.  Clean a bit more before the dishwasher.  But, too, perhaps create a nearly stand-alone box for the dishwasher... with a shelf above it for sorting and else, and get that level and attached to the floor.  Perhaps set back a bit, so doors could be attached, and maybe it could be (or eventually) aligned with the rest of the counter.  Just... thinking.

If I rent or sell, anything I will now will most likely be temporary.  But if it is functional, and reasonably well built, flexible to adjust and such, it... might be more permanent.  It depends on who takes the place over.  Still hoping the local can figure it out.  He'll get some cash, from the sale, otherwise.  I just... don't see him being all that serious?  Or... understanding how these things work.  He has ideas, but... those... work for him.  I... understand.  But... that... may not work for me, or rightly.  I can give on some things, but I can't just give it away.

Life is complicated.

A good start.  Now for my break and some cold fatted coffee.  Later.