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The load of jeans was just right. Same with the second load. Can tell by weight, but afterward, can also tell by how quickly the pants dried. And they dried pretty quickly. If, too, I use a middling warmer setting. Even so... dried, relatively quickly. The first load has been folded. It will go up when I go to bed, I think. Not running up the stairs for something that'll be done in a bit and will do just as well.
I also hit the kitchen table. Not... clean through. And there are dishes and else to wash. Not dirty, thankfully, with food. Just dusty. I did get down a good little bit, tossing and sorting as I went. Found a few things I had been looking for. Okay. But, that will be it for now. I am really tired.
More electrolytes, this time with carbonated water. That is truly a nice mix. R.O. water, earlier, with white wine vinegar, if I didn't mention it. Hungry? Almost. I don't want to cook anything, though. Sardines? Maybe. Lemon would be best.
Let me see? Yet today? A phone call or two? Maybe. Three? Three. A shower before too long as well. Not going anywhere, just... trying to stay on top of things as I work and now play. I did enjoy a couple of sessions of gaming. For three reasons. First, it took care of my obsession with working. Or I would have worked much more. I had to find an energy and thought sink. My body needed a rest. May still, for a day or two. I pushed, without any intention or meaning to it. It just happened. Now my body is worn, beyond health. I have to... change things up.
I just hope I don't lose this will to work. But my body is at it's end, while the push continues. So... I... must manage this. I don't mind dying, even dying tired. I just don't want to die tired from housecleaning.
Blood sugar went up one point, to 119? Very strange. I have no idea why that is happening. Meh. Still, that comes out to an equivalent A1C of a bit below 6.0. So... I'm good. And weekly average even after that is down to 121... which is also still decently below 6.0. Working on it.
I still have the last load of laundry to fold. A shower to take. A shave? Maybe a trim first, either way. A shave after, or... tomorrow/tonight... after I wake, after I sleep. :p Gets confusing, but I'm not the only one who... double-times days, end over flop. But... it's a beautiful thing.
I'm telling you, this place is really starting to look like someone is living here. I'm itching to get a bunch of things moved out, thrown away. This room will eventually be ready to be emptied. I am even looking forward to washing the windows. There are a few tricks, for outside. But the inside will be scrubbing until I can get some shine. Just the way of it. But... it's coming. If a day hits mid 50 to early 60, I'll... see if I can't push through to it.
Looking forward to four pillows again tonight. Two just didn't do it. I think that is the last improvement I need to make with my sleeping pallet. The only thing that will change is slowly reducing blankets, and deciding which to keep, which to wash and put away for the year.
Though, the other thing that will improve sleep? Is finishing picking up, straightening, and creating order up there. I will sleep so much better with open vacuumed floors, everything picked up and in it's place. Always have to have a small corner of chaos... for clothes being worn, new stuff (or even old stuff) to be tried for size, and just... a small space where I can... be a bachelor through and through. But... if I can change things, it won't be everywhere, anymore.
I might even sneak in just a bit of work up there this morning. I was thinking about doing this desk, but... this will be too much. And... I fear... I'll get carried away. While, up there, with the bed right there, and being tired? I'll... be able to just do, say, ten to twenty minutes of light duty, then crash.
Getting there. Moving along nicely. Almost tempted to vacuum in the master bedroom, but... no. I really am worn. What I have left, some of it, is just a bit of work. Vacuuming would be too much more, over the rest. So... no. But it's on the shorter list of things to do.
Good night, most likely. Though, you never know.
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