Way more work than anticipated.

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More?  I am only... a third done, on the part I wanted to do, upstairs.  Just one area, where I had set up tables to fold and sort and such the laundry, and the area behind it?  I got one of the tables cleared, a massive pile of laundry, if the rack shelving cleared too, and box drawers put in.  But... yeah.

I picked pieces and bits, tags and paper, off the floor.  Sorted some things, tossed some things outright.  Will look other things over as I sort laundry, through the washing, drying, and folding.  Holes, stretched waste bands, fading, stains or discoloration, anything... out.  I have plenty.  Found a bunch of unopened shirts, tshirts mostly.  But I expected that.  Which is good, I'm burning through tshirts for every reason mentioned.  I can keep some of the better bad ones, for work shirts.  But not all of them.  If they are all bad.

On the good side, if I get too low on shirts, I'll have to go shopping.  No more Eddie Bauer's.  Their dei practices have killed them for me.  But that was the plan.  They didn't want to be in business, obviously.  I'll look over Duluth Traders, but last I saw, they had gone full on dei too.  Or were heading that way?  I'll look.  If not, I'll find a non-dei obeisant company.  Or just go generic.  I'm not paying extra to companies which obviously hate me.  Choose.

Blood sugar is 129?  Super.  Which means, even with the bean, beef, and tomato chili, and five "keto" tortillas, it still dropped three points?  That's... right eating.

A few boxes down.  But I did set up a bunch more to be brought down easily.  The extra shelf box drawers down.  Would have brought more down, but I am toasted.  Done for a bit.  Well, and I had to use what energy I had left to get to the post office.  Packages.  Okies.

Which I did get.  Bushed though.  I had the heat up earlier, because it was cold when I first woke up.  I checked outside.  It was 28, shouldn't have been cold.  But, trust me, it was cold.  Now I'm almost to a lather.  Turned the heat off up here, and lowered the furnace to 70.  At least I did warm up.  I would rather be a little warm, in winter.  Easy to cool.  Than to be that miserable too cold, that I can't escape.  It was right at 30 when I went out about half an hour ago.  Unusual for it to warm before dawn.  But... okay.

The next time I am up and around, I'll hit the dishes.  Putting the simple stuff in the dishwasher, and setting that to go.  And hitting the cast iron, hoping this will be the last, or near last, soapy soak.  They... were... rather abused.  But they are slowly getting better.  One set should be ready for a final scrub and then a hot rinse.  The one with the roast in it, though, is... going to take at least one more soapy soak, unless it surprises me, or the other set does.  One step at a time, and do it until it is done or don't bother and just toss them.  I... thought about that, for the one with the six month roast.  What a bachelor!  That's almost epic bachelor, especially if that really was closer to a year.  :p

Getting all that laundry down is going to be a bear.  And with what is down here?  Not sure how I want to sort and choose.  I certainly won't be doing it all at once, in some kind of race.  I think I'll look for shirts, first.  Those are what I am somewhat low on.  And, I want to check all I have before opening new.  then pants... jeans and I think I saw one pair of cargo pants which had gotten lost.  Then undershirts and underwear.  It is all, technically, clean.  It was just up there, stuck behind the tables I set up, and... there it sat.  Getting dusty.  So, thankfully, no real mess.  Or I'd probably just begin tossing.

So... dishes.  Then sorting the clothes.  I may sort things into mini piles, all, while at it.  Setting up the cover for the other rack.  Getting a shower before putting the cast back in to wash... after trimming whiskers?  Shaving after, or sometime today?  And, maybe, hitting the kitchen table, and counters?  Well, table, sure.  But can't really do the counters until the smaller washpans the cast iron pots and pans are now occupying are free.  Or at least one of them.  So... maybe, depending on the better load.

Tea?  Maybe.  Gaming?  Maybe.  I'll see what I can do.  No promises on all, or any, of that.  Just... my thinking what order, and what, I would like to do.  Today, tomorrow, next week, when... when I do it.  As I do it.  Still, I'm telling you, it is really starting to... still look like garbage in here.  :p  The more you do, until you hit a certain point, the worse it looks.  Until it really does start looking good.  It'll be a while.  But, at this pace, a few weeks and it could be... reasonable.  Or... starting to be reasonable.

Fifteen years, pretty much, of just... bacheloring in here.  That's a lot of... manness.  Not... necessarily a good thing.  We... need neurotics around.  Not sure why they are so fastidious housekeepers, some of them.  But, even in my current bent, Every woman out there would downvote me on... everything I did.  Which is why, if I wanted a dominatrix?  I'd just marry a regular woman and fold the towels wrong.  No need to pay.  *whipash!*

So... yes... I need to sit, relax, a bit.  Or longer.  Then back to it, one of those tasks or other, or several.  If I can.  But web browsing, or gaming?  Thinking.  Browsing, I think, until I catch my breath.  Later.