A reasonable start to... the same day?

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Tea was set and going, while I got the dishpan of hot water and cleaned over the areas I hit before, expanding a bit while I went.  Splashboards a bit better, up the walls a bit higher, hitting smaller details, now that it was easier to see what needed hit more easily.  It really didn't need a second shot.  Still, it got it.  And, I wanted to make sure.

While I didn't have enough dishes, initially, I was able to take all the big cooking utensils out, get them in, and it was easily enough for a load.  Plus the utensil containers.  Hopefully that will do well.  I also hit the small appliances I keep on the counters, again.  Though I think this was good.  Absolutely necessary?  Maybe not.  But I felt I got enough from the second washing to have been of benefit.

I'll leave that last counter until the utensils are clean, dry, and put back, and some other things have been sorted.  Then get there. Right now I... just... am sort of confused with what to do with some of the things there.  So... will... get that when I get that.  Possibly yet today.  would be nice to have all the counters cleared and cleaned though.

As a final bit, before folding, I pulled that laundry, put the wash in the dryer, then put a load of whites in.  I can fold those, so... all good.  Same with the pants.  I have... between half and a dozen hangers now, left.  So, when the whites are done, I'll go through and collect as many items to be hung as I have hangers, and whatever else will be filled with what can be folded.  And... I'll do that until I am out of folding things, or until Monday, or Tuesday, when hangers arrive.

The kitchen table, after folding laundry and watching a bit of a show.  Then the rest of the jeans as I watch more.  Possibly vacuuming the living room floor.  And, mostly, after, dealing with the dishes as they finish, laundry as it dries, and watching the rest of a show, or starting and maybe finishing another show.

Quite... a bit going.  I'll sleep when I can.  Won't push into exhaustion.  But won't try to sleep if I can't.  Chamomile and hibiscus, for tea.  So that won't interfere, most likely.  Something to eat?  Hmm, pickled pork hocks are easy.  Good protein, good fat, and vinegar.  As carnivore of a snack as I can tolerate, at the moment.  Would like to eat something else, but just... won't.  Want a fatted coffee but won't.  That would do.

Some might not recognize my kitchen.  If I get the table cleared off, they'll think a woman moved in and took over!  Maybe the ghost of one.  Women are annoying, even when they are dead.  I don't mind being annoyed.  Sometimes.  If they can't chase you off by being mean, or picky, or whatnot, they'll... well... they'll use you some other way.  Just saying.

I don't think I'm going to add to the list.  Not sure I'll get all that finished.  But... it's... some sort of starting plan.  I've been getting them done, fairly regularly, in a short history window.  I'll see if I can expand that window.  Getting worn, though.  Will say that.

Uhm, one thing though.  As I am throwing things away, shirts (especially favored ones), and other things?  Some I will need to replace.  I have tshirts, and maybe polos, upstairs.  But I don't have a few of the other types.  One, a henley?  Long sleeve, grey (I hate grey, but this?  I liked).  Various other shirts I need to replace.  And a few short sleeve and long sleeve cotton/poly dress shirts.  Cotton is difficult, on it's own?  Or... Maybe I'll look into that.  Maybe I was just 'doing' cotton wrong?  But it does stain much easier?  I'll... look.  Trying to change some of my patterns, habits.  For health?  And more.

It's... not just, even rarely, just about me.  It just looks that way through inverted lenses.  I am the center of what I do, because obviously.  But all I do affects so much else.  Further, in the smallest to grandest theme of things, I am less than unimportant.  Not in a demeaning nature, just in an objective one.  I'm not important, even, to a greater degree, even to myself.  I just... am.  Or am becoming?  In there.

Well, on with... what?  Folding the jeans and cotton cargos, having some p.p.h.s, and putting a movie in.  Right?  Well.  I think so.  Later.