A bit tight on sleep.

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But, okay.  I'll do this.  I made it to 19:00, with some help this time.  Eyes were bloody dry tired.  After that, I made it another hour, to come down?  Sort of.  So, down at 20:00, maybe as late as 20:30, if more likely right between those two?  I'm sort of going on blurry memories of the alarm clock, and wrist watch, as I was falling into... the localized hereafter.  Falling so fast, memory gets... tangled, even changed.  But... close enough.

Up right at three.  I mean on the dot.  So, six and a half hours down?  Not... optimal, but it works.  Why up at three, and bolt?  I can't say, but that is how it worked.  There was not negotiating, or I would have slept longer.  Bolt, awake, now, done.  Still, waking like that is preferred.  I hate mushy mornings, when I go to step on the pedal and all I get is some slow slight minor function.

I have started the dryer, for a final spin.  Seems dry, but I... like to be more sure.  Then I'll put the load that washed in, and do one more load today.  Both of those are smaller.  Synthetics.  My clothes are coming out really pleasant.  No lingering odors, from being stale, or musk from being worn by a musk ox.  Once in a while, you just have to use warm water, and oxiclean, vinegar in several ways, as well as detergent.  That just takes clothes back to the shine.

And, as I go through clothes, wear them, I'll begin sorting, again again.  I did that for a while, got rid of a reasonable pile.  Will get rid of more.  Reduction.  Looking for anything worn, faded, with a hole, getting too thin, something I don't wear except on wash days.  Reduce, rid, toss.  I wish there was a place to give them, but they are overrun even with "better" clothes.  They don't need rags.

We are drowning in our refuse.  Even reducing purchases, buying better quality, tending those better, and all?  We... are drowning in stuff.  Plastic junk, even quality goods.  This could all go south fast.

It isn't even that we are running out of raw materials.  We have literally only scratched the surface.  Not even that, really.  What still lies buried would serve mankind for then million times our number, for centuries beyond counting.  We... aren't running out of anything, save space and means of managing our waste... of every sort.

Well, if I had to say, that is the chokepoint.  Incineration, or waste mine burials?  Problems with both.  Not something to lose faith, regarding however.  Just a cause to dig deeper, look harder and the problems, find solutions.  For it is far better to continue with the faith in life, and all it's problems, than to choose death and it's final solution notion that all governments seem to want to choose.

Odd how India can end up with a slightly more caring government than the US and Europe?  They are working for their people, if strangely, oddly, at odds with things, but more in the hope and faith of life than what the Western nations are turning into.  Western nations are destroying their own peoples in every way they can.  From the jab to mass war/immigration against their own.  Strange, sad, but true.

Just morning thoughts.

Today?  Well, laundry, obviously.  With the boxes in this front room manage, I think I'd like to do some work in the kitchen.  But it's not just figuring and sorting, it is pretty much burning the place down.  Getting rid of everything I've been holding in hopes of more.  All the keto stuff I tried, but found wanting.  The boxes there, and other things.  Just... emptying the place out, nearly blindly.

Starting with the table, then into the nook, cupboards, closets, shelves, and else.  Out, out, out.  Gaming between, and blogging.  A shower later?  If I can fit it in.  Oh, and maybe a steak later.  Hefty cuts, I'll say that.  And, if I can get to it, setting up the clothes wrack, and finding the garment bags.  Getting started on that.

When a plan is created, it then simply must be implemented.  That isn't always as easy as it seems.  As things have to found, or constructed, or both, and THEN, put into play.  Will... see.  I think I can.  If all I can do is find the components today, then put the device together tomorrow, or in three days.  Then hang things a few days later.  And then add the garment bags.  By the end of a week, or two, it will be done.  Then it's just a matter of using it.  But... it... can take time.

Coffee should be ready.  The timer says it's almost time to feed Sassy.  The dryer should have run it's course, so I can get that going.  When those things are settled, I'll game a bit.  I have the alarm reset for three hours, to feed Sassy again.  At which time I'll check the laundry, reset all that as needed, game more.  Then next run, begin in on the kitchen, feed Sassy again, and turn the laundry possibly the final time.  Oh, but set up a load for tomorrow.  Probably whites.  No laundry detergent in though.  Ugh.  Later.