This is what I was talking about. I got nothing.
I've been doing some cleanup around the house. Had a lotta days off where I had no energy to drive to work, but just enough to, say, mop the kitchen. Throwing crap out.
I might get some help from My Buddy the Gun Enthusiast and his Old Lady on cleaning more and organzing more and More-Trips-To-The-Dump. Both because fighting entropy makes one feel better and not wanting to leave a mess for those that come after.
I don't know how realistic my dreams of retiring to Cleveland are at this point. Those dreams relied on me having the energy to drive a snow blower.
It will be ironic to have a proper lumber rack when I no longer have the ability to work the wood on it into a barrister bookcase.
But entropy will be sccessfully battled. A worthy effort in its own right. But if I could eke out a bookcase or two, that would help with the entropy as well. AND make me feel good. Everything in its place....
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