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A shower. Didn't trim the whiskers. Later, or next time. I would like to vacuum in the master bedroom, or start laundry, but I don't dare. I really need a few down days. Not by inclination, by health. I've pushed just as far as I believe I dare. Now, I'm not afeared of dying, mind you. I am afraid of taking a two to three week, or even month, spill. I don't have that kind of time to lose.
So... I'll back it off. Figure out how to do that. Gaming is helping me to just sit, and yet have enough stimulus to not be unnerved.
I would like to do two or three work sessions a day. Say one load of laundry, or two, and vacuuming in the master bedroom, and maybe more work on the kitchen table and surrounds. Oh, well, and there were a lot of dusty dishes, pieces, and parts which need just a rinse, then run through the machine. A few will need to be hand washed.
Compression hose have really helped my legs and feet. Still swollen, but getting better. Just a bit swollen, mostly on the feet now. That means it will take... a bit. Getting there. I'm not sure if it is just the work I have been doing, or partly going with the swelling, but my main front upper leg muscles are very sore. Pulled them? Was it lifting, or stooping, or... the stairs I've been doing? Just on that edge of hurting when using, but otherwise okay. Milder pain, just a mild strain. Meh. I earned that.
A bit of gaming as I dry. Then a bit of cleaning and sorting up there. I'll take a few contractor bags when I go up. Don't think I'll need much, but... maybe. If I get ham handed at tossing. Though a grocery bag would probably be enough.
I might be absolutely bushed, but I am ecstatic. This is how I would work, live, and do, if I could. All of the time. It's in me, my body just isn't able. Put a wild animal in a very small cage. It's... the same thing. I'll keep it up, after a few days of slower works, as I may.
I keep daydreaming about some woman, looking at me. All I can see is her eyes. She has on some makeup, but not heavy. Her brows are well tended, black mascara, but she isn't a brunette? Is that normal? Just... her eyes, really the part of her face that would be under one of those sleep blackout face coverings. Just looking at me.
I don't sense she wants anything, but know what I am doing, am up to. But more, personally, not work in the house. One of the women I went to high school with, if I were to bet money. Is she dreaming about me, and I see it. Or... am I just dreaming.
Well, on to an hour of gaming, or two. Then on to upstairs. I did take half the jeans up already, as I realized I couldn't take all the items at once. So, yeah. Another run up the stairs. But it was required. This time, though, this is it. Good day and good night.
Have a significant "number" reunion coming up I did the 10 year... half the gals could have passed for their mothers, but still recognizable (save a couple too far gone) "who?"... 30 years later, kind of glad I haven't seen an invite, maybe I should look. Marin with the Benatar voice; and Candy, with the Benatar look. Periphery babes, get honorable mention, and/or interest. There was one at the 10 year that hadn't aged a day, stunning beauty, never remembered her in the "dating gossip", so she didn't "use it", and wasn't running with the "popular" people. Someone should have asked her out. "If I could turn back time"
ReplyDeleteI met the girl I... almost... had a baby with. The first one. In highschool. Oh... that was close. The worst thing? She looked like she did the last time I saw her. Still glad I didn't. I... got the feeling that they were going to try to force an abortion. And, I knew I couldn't afford her. Even then, I refused to wear a cap. So... yeah. And, back then, they didn't give girls the pill... generally speaking. We got... so very close. I got away, then ran like hell.
ReplyDeleteShe was getting a divorce. All but final. God she is gorgeous. I would have chased her, but heard she had just gotten a hysterectomy. So... no. I walked away and never looked back. If she had remained viable, I would if tried to figure that out. Even with her other kids. But... yeah. I... got it.
From the other high school, I saw one that was still gorgeous, one who had been interested in me, but quietly. The one I sort of chased was... worn. One looked the same, but was pretty haggered even back then. Some didn't show. Yea, it is interesting see who went where, did what, got things going.
Oh, I didn't meet up with the other high school. But I heard most of them stayed in our smallish town. And, after fifteen to twenty years, a bunch of divorces and they all exchanged husbands and wives. Had to laugh. Small towns are almost like big families. Anyway... Hope you get an invite, anyway.