Ugh.

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She just won't listen.  I need rest, sleep, and work done up here.  She keeps bothering me.  I have told her to make a list.  I will do portions of it in one or two portions a day.  I can't work with her, at her pace.  You are walking in a desert.  You notice a tortoise has ended up on it's back.  It's belly baking in the hot sun.  You aren't helping.  Why not?

She has hollered up three times after the post and helping a portion or two already.  Can't sort the weed whip line?  Put the task on the list and do something else or rest.  I still think she is doing too much, too fast.

I have too many clothes clean and up here for me to manage.  She keeps finding more.  I did get the clothes racks set up right, and the covers.  But I have a lot of clothes to simply figure out where to put, boxes of new clothes... and old apart from wash to sort, boxes of household items to go through, a table to clear and break down, another to sort, a cot full of paperwork and else to toss, the caret to clear and clean, and... such.  More, much more besides.

Like, my windows to clean, my closet to sort, and else.  Steam vacuuming up here, too.  Though that may wait until cooler fall weather.  

Much of this, save the steam vacuuming, however, I want done by next Friday, or the Friday after if she keeps bugging me so as I can't rest... sleep, work.  Will see.  And I hurt for sleep.  Need it, and simple rest, desperately.

Later, or good night.