Some things.

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Now that some trust and a few limits have been established, we are getting along and getting things done.  She is obsessing with putting things in order.  Dishes, laundry, her room, while working on a kitchen drawer, closet, or unpacking a box or three, here and there.

I have broken free enough to rest and begin in on my room.  Bits and pieces, as I can.  I got the clothes racks turned, the dressing bench up, and keep pecking and picking at things as to organization, hanging, and stowing.

I am hoping to finally get the last of that dressing area cleared and sort the boxes at the end of the bed today.  Anything else?  Maybe.  A few stacks of jeans bagged, a table cleared and broken down, and boxes sorted by toss and keep piles.  If anything else happens, it will be one or more of those, or partials of one or all of those.

Oh, my kidney function is back up to 19.  It had been 19, then 17, then 15.  In a month(s).  Back up to 19 in a month, without lowering bp.  Now with bp meds back in the schedule, I am hoping that increases even more.  Though it may not.  Oh, and I must get the u.a. and liver panel done on Monday.  Meant to get that done but been too dry!

Trash and recycling out.  No laundry.  Not much else.  Other than my room, my mom's area rug which is supposed to be here today, and what I can do in my room.  She wants a ride to Walmart, but I told her I won't go in.  Get her a cart, as a walker, and let her go.  That's generally her way anyway.

With the provisio of NO PAINT!  "I'm not going to get any damned paint!".  Which, by her reaction, makes me think she was thinking about it.  Now I know how she knew when I was doing, or going to do something, she didn't want me to do as a kid.  :p  Man, that shoe has flipped!  Ha!

Later.