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By the cast of the light coming in the window, I thought it was afternoon.  Had I slept through all of Sunday daytime, and was hitting Sunday evening?  I sure seem rested.  But... not.  I went down at 14:30, and am waking at 18:30~19:00?  Rested?  After all that work?  I guess so.

I promised I wouldn't work Sunday, not heavy, or much.  And, I won't.  But?  IT'S STILL SATURDAY!  Wait... am I supposed to be happy or disappointed with that?  Don't know.  But I'm... going to work, until, unless, I go back down.

I started the jeans, which had been in the dryer, up again.  I'll fold those right away, and put the other jeans/pants/whatnot in for their time.  Oh, and I nearly cleared another table upstairs, before coming down.  Putting my cargos, and some blankets, in airtight bags... keeps them fresh, and a lot longer.  As well, I put a few last other things away.  I have a ton of pseudo drawers up there now.

While not wooden, just wire mesh shelves, with cloth covered cardboard boxes, really, which fit into the 13"x13" shelves.  I have some down here, too.  But the shelves are in the closet, so a... bit more complicated to work with.  But, I think I figured out how to get the drawers in.  They are folding.  Just... unfold them after getting them pretty much in place.  Seems common sense, unless it's the first time you've done such a thing.  You have to invent common sense?  Apparently.  A lot of people think they just "have" common sense.  No go on that.

If you have done enough things, been perplexed by problems, you either learn to work harder, or think harder.  Most likely a bit of both.  Until someone, after they stop laughing at you, show you the easy way.  You might even be able to extrapolate a bit beyond the clever things you have figured out and been shown, but... that's a limited thing, unless or until it becomes a genius level thing.  Even then, you'll be proven stupid just around the corner from your genius, so be careful with a swollen head.  It dents more easily on difficult, or even simple be elusive, problems.  Ask me how I know.

Blood sugar is 130.  But is it fasting?  Maybe, or nearly.  Though, it is in the middle of what has, to recently, been the middle of my sleep cycle.  And, my blood sugar rises while I sleep, through my sleep cycle.  I've... had enough cause to be up for this or that to find out.  So... it's okay.

I am going to begin doing research on things to replace the waterpills with.  If I can create a system of foods and supplements, so that I don't need the waterpills to keep from my feet swelling like balloons as they are now, I'll just drop doctors altogether.  I think they are just jacking with me, trying to get me on medicines they get kickbacks to prescribe.  All the things I am taking are old, tried, and relatively true.  They don't get any extra allowances for putting, or keeping me, on those.  Truth.

I don't scare.  I get busy.

Since I am up, I'd like to begin cleaning again.  First, I'll wash everything I washed yesterday.  At least one more time.  It... was rough.  It's better, but could use another scrubbing.  Then, if the first second shot (following, the first time today, but was done yesterday, so the first today, second over time) scrubbing dries and seems good enough, I'll get to the last counter.  Just one patch.  As well, I'll put the utensils in the dishwasher, and clean all else however that is required, as well as cleaning the counter.

Then?  If I'm still up and at it, I'll begin on the kitchen table.  Well, while dealing with laundry.  I keep finding more hangers, so... there is that, too.  I would also like to get the second wall-mounted hanging rack up in the wash room.  One is nice, two would be super.  That would get me through two loads of things best hung to dry.  Which, generally, would be enough for those things to be dry before I'd practically do more... these few days notwithstanding, being that I am washing every stitch of clothes, a quarter of the towels, who knows how much better, and else.  So... Yea.  Nothing would really handle this volume... so... drying and hoping.

Another movie, while I work?  Sure.  I'm sure I've got something I haven't seen, or want to see again.  Though I have to admit... movies are boring.  The first time, maybe.  But when I've seen something, especially twice?  Yeah...  Or for many more modern movies?  They just don't require thought, or invite real speculation.  Just tell a usually broken, foolish story.  Basically nihilists.  Modern and post modern architecture of the mind.  Dead, sterile, useless, pointless, and more such, before getting to the real negative critiques.  Still... I might have something.  Old Westerns?  I have a few Eastwood gigs.  Some John Wayne movies, too.

I have some real old oldies, though... Johnny Mnemonic.  That's a fingerful.  A... pre-matrix sci-fi, sort of along those lines though.  Same emotive face, same vibrato golden tones in his voice.  That... all... is a "not", if you... didn't get it.  But he sells it well enough, or they did.  They might be selling him, but you are still the product.  If you allow it.  The matrix is real, just not in the form they show it.  But it only has to be if you choose it.  Don't sell yourself short.

Sassy is begging for food, but... no.  She'll get fat if I feed her when I should be asleep.  She'll eat any time she can.  Especially since, between us, we have ridded the house of mice... for now.  There will be more.  Too hot, too cold, they can sneak right through an open door.  Seriously.  They are fast, and sneaky.  Or... perhaps there is another way in.  Difficult to know.  She only eats the smaller ones, she's picky about her mice.  Likes em' fresh, young, fat.

Well.  I'll look around the tubes, perhaps make a tea, if just an herbal.  Showered before bed, so...  Oh, brush my teeth, again, just for... reasons.  I may take another shower before bed, or when I wake up after going to bed next time.  Absolutely amazed at how much has been done just upstairs.  But down here, it's... a marvel.  I didn't think the counters would even come clean.  They might need a second go, or even another.  I am not sure yet.  But... they actually LOOK clean.

Being a bachelor has it's benefits.  A clean house isn't one of them.  Then again, I think most wives have stopped cleaning.  Of course, many men aren't marrying women anymore, to start.  So... that works too.  Can't afford them.  Or divorces.

Enough blathering.  On to... getting water for tea going, and setting that up.  Then setting up a washtub, and hitting the kitchen.  Laundry and dishes after that.  If laundry isn't ready, I'll begin in on the kitchen table.  Getting there.  Later.