Getting there.

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The laundry, first load still, has just been set to a final spin.  Thirty minutes?  Will find out.  So, obviously, the second load is going nowhere until then.

The dishes were finished.  So, I pulled them and put them all away.  And started loading for a next load.  Don't have enough quite yet.  Still, two loads through, and up.  Not bad.

The pan I had been working on was completed, to the shine.  As was the other one.  A bit of elbow grease required.  Same with the cookie sheet.  The pyrex baking dish did come clean.  Very clean, much more easily than I thought possible.  Now I have my good stainless, triple ply roaster in, with another pyrex baking dish... bigger and uglier than the first.  Will see.

Doing really well.  Still, would like to finish the loads that are in, and start another load of laundry.  Though I'll have to hunt and peck for shirts.  Okay.  Oh, and with things being cleared out, regarding clothing, if I get most of the things for good or decent wear cleaned and sorted, hung or folded and put in airtight bags (for cargo pants), and tshirts and unders being arranged, I'll begin in on jackets and coats.

With the blankets that are clean, I want to get those in bags too.  Airtight just... keeps them fresh, longer?  Permanently until used?  I guess I'll find out.  I hate putting cotton and wool into plastic, but there simply isn't another way.  I did look up cedar chests.  It seems they will work, if you sand them, say, yearly.  Not terribly difficult, but not as... convenient as first thought.  And... pretty pricey, and heavy.

I am also hoping to clear the last dishes soaking, so as to get a shower before bedtime.  Oh, and to have eggs in just a bit.  Not even peckish, but... just thinking it might be good?  When I work, especially like this, I should, try to, eat.  Can't really do else, for food.  Oh, could have a few bits of pickled pork hocks.

Wow.  Work does help.  Blood sugar is down to 91.  It was 150, after my dose of blood sugar lowering stuff, so must have been fifteen to thirty five points higher if checked fasting.  So... like, a ninety four point drop?  Very, very, good.  And... I'm not done.

What... has gotten into me?  No, I'm good.  This isn't like... I just woke up, today, and decided to work.  I am ABLE to work.  Like a collar was taken off, releasing me from the chain that was keeping me from... many things.  Or like a puppet, with the strings cut.  But, instead of falling, I... was imbued with... life, a will and ability to act independently.  And... I am!  Wow.

Before I have those eggs, I'm going upstairs to find shirts and any slacks that can be washed.  Get those down, and ready for the next run.  Those, if they even go in, won't get to the dryer, most likely, yet today.  So I am not certain I want to even start them.  But I do want them down, and ready, for tomorrow.

Burger is thawing.  I'll check the salad.  If it is still good, I'll have taco salad tomorrow.  I have some cast that needs washed, after all else.  Do I have a cast iron pan to cook in?  Or a bigger stainless?  I have the latter.  Not sure about the former, not ready.  Though the big stainless is... in the middle of being finished.  Needs another soak, I'd say, then a finishing wash, rinse, and to be dried and made ready.

Hmm, I won't use all the burger in that.  Would like to save some for steaming with cabbage.  Just plain, save with butter, salt, and pepper.  And, later in the week, too late for Saint Patrick's Day, I'll have a corned beef and cabbage.  I may steal a few potatoes across the line, as a rare treat.  But just a few, with a lot of butter.

Yeah, quite the day.  Amazing.  And, even now, not quite finished.  I am grateful to God for these opportunities.  I am almost thinking I'll get a ton done this week.  Though, next week?  Or the week after?  I'll crash.  Hard.  For a week, two, four, eight?  Who knows.  I'll take what I can get until it's gone.  Later.