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I am going to check the dishes. Then putting in a new load. I won't bother with the wash quite yet, today, either. Tomorrow. I have a place for the clean clothes. And a second duvet, this one much lighter... for summer use, in theory. All cotton, down filled, as well. Just a lighter dose, if that really matters? Will find out. Or... was that the cotton bed spread and some clothes. I'll... figure it out.
I'll feed Sassy, too, before going on up. It was 27, the coolest I saw it, through the night. Sometimes I check through the night, sometimes I don't.
A bit tired. Started that way. It's gotten worse. Twisted my right forearm in some strange way. Not sure which chore, or project, I did that while doing. But it burns as if I was doing lifting, iron weights. Tightening screws or other? Sometimes I can torque down enough to do that, strangely. Very strong, in some ways. Strong enough to hurt my body parts with a few twists, if I really put my will into it.
Not hungry. What I ate did well.
So ready for bed. Would like to make it to noon. Will see if I can hold out. Will be mucking around with dishes, so that might work out. But it's a bit more than an hour. So no promises. Doubtful, really. Eyes, they burn, from the level of sleepiness I am at.
Good morning, day, and good night.
He must be married. Don't... tell his wife I noticed. Enjoy the show. Or life vicariously.
ReplyDeleteOh... while managing an extra comment, I seem to have scrubbed yours. About watching your Scandy sailor series... Sorry about that, Chumly. Chumly, from the old cartoon? Or such.
ReplyDeleteNo worries. Think it was a throw away line anyway. Not important.
ReplyDeleteJust letting you know. The internet sticks, sometimes. So I didn't think it received the command. I do it again, and... it overshoots. All the nsa stuff is eating too much bandwidth, especially while actively spying on those of us who know and do not appreciate their shittery illegal actions.
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