A few things.

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The jeans have all been dried and folded.  A few odds and ends that was in with those have been tended.  I don't have a place for jeans, quite yet.  those are huge.  I'll probably put them in airtight bags, until I am clean enough, and have the time to try them on for size.  I went through a lot of old jeans, got rid of many, some four or five years ago.  These were what remained of the best fitting and those in the best condition.

I have even newer ones, from the first time I dropped to 36/38 on keto.  But couldn't keep it there.  They are... buried, back, in the master bedroom.  I... need to move the racks aside, and dig back in there.  For those and other things.  Yes, more laundry.  Laundry, sorting, tossing.  On the good side, I may well be able to fit those jeans now, again, finally.  And probably could have for the last year or so... or nearly as I lost weight and size.

Between loads, I have been watching a Connery movie, Outlander if I remember right.  I was a freshman in highschool when that came out.  Didn't see it until a decade after I left the Navy.  Living in a small town, without theaters, I missed a lot.  Mostly, thankfully.  But this one is okay.  Even aged half well.

As well, I cleared the last counter, then washed it, and the cupboard doors above it.  Cleaning the sink a second time too.  Third?  I don't think that hurt.  It... does look a lot better.

After the jeans were out, I put the whites over.  I won't set up another load of laundry tonight.  Tomorrow?  Maybe.  I checked them a bit ago.  They take so long, especially when I load heavily, and have various whites.  It'll... get done, when it gets done.

Other than a bit more of the movie, and the last load of laundry, I'd like to work on the kitchen table.  I might not get it all, but I might be able to get some decent portion of it cleared.  I need a rest, though, first.  So will watch the show for a while.

It looks like someone came into my house.  Not sure how they got in, but the front door was unbarred and unlocked.  I... don't do that.  And... now... the sound on my computer doesn't work.  At least online.  I'll have to see if I can find a music cd, to see if it is just the browser, or if it is the whole computer.

No, I looked at the various volume settings.  I'm not sure if there is a digital switch, in the guts somewhere, that will turn sound off.  Or a hotkey setting that will?  I just don't know.  All volumes are on max.  If it wasn't the trespasser, it may have been a hack, or programmed thing, from y.t.  Yes, I shut the computer down and reset it, just in case it was a minor temporary thing.  Nope.  Didn't help.

Ah.  As well, I went looking for diuretics, natural ones.  Now, do herbals actually work?  Probably a lot like medicine, only with the doses being much more ambiguous.  Overdoing it can cause more problems than not getting enough?  But... what is enough, too much?  So... with some caution, there go I.  I have ordered a few herbals.  I have one already.  If I can control water retention with herbals, I will.  I won't go to the doctor again.  They are just trying to force me to see a bunch of specialists, who are just pushing things that have nothing to do with my problems.  No thank you.

At least with the Nazi doctors, they had ideology, if a failed one.  All our doctors have is greed.  They don't believe in anything.  Hell won't even want them, just won't have a choice.  Poor Devil.  Almost have sympathy for that one.  Just... not quite, or the company that one will keep.  Choices.  Consequences.  Constants and variables.  Yin and Yang.  *shits and grins*

Well... on to the show.  Later... or good night, again?