Some things.

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One load through, the wash.  Into the dryer.  Another washed.  As they each finished, they moved one.  The dried clothes have been sorted, to be taken up with what is about to be dry.  One more load, maybe?  Did I already put it in?  I'll check.  It's just towels and washcloths, or I wouldn't contemplate.  And, not many.  Just enough for a last colored load.

I would have done more but I became so constipated.  Had to go.  Spent half the day pushing.  The chicken was so dry, it gummed things up.  Oh my, I was beginning to worry that I would die trying.  No joke.  It has been a miserable morning to early afternoon.  Finally, after trying half a dozen tricks, I was about to pop into the shower, to see if that could, would, help.  And it... just... gave... give or take.

I still had to work.  But something gave.  Between this and that, I finally got it done.  Yes, I am sort of miserable, still, for it.  Gut ache.  Sore muscles.  Thankfully that is all that is sore.  :p  Wow.  That was brutal.  I am still worried that I may die from the thing.  Ribs have cramps from it.  Ugh.

It's so warm, too.  It's up to 77 in this front room.  Unusual for this late in the year.  But it happens.  Normally this would be pleasant, but with the efforts of this and that sort, I'm not in the mood for heat.  No, I have the thermostat set to 70, so... it's... just... outdoor heat.

A bit of water, back to gaming.  I'll check the laundry while up.  If I haven't started that last load, I will.  And I'll check on that which is in the dryer.  Be well.