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boy am I tired.

Mrs. H is doing pretty well even though she has a broken clavicle. We do have to hold her as she walks from place to place. Unfortunately, this entails me walking somewhat hunched over with one hand under her good arm and the other around her waist while she walks very, very, VERY slowly to and fro. The pain medication is making her Parkinson-like symptoms way worse and she's confused so forgets what she's doing as she walks or freezes up. It's a challenge for my slow twitch muscles for sure.

I had to reload the dirty dishes, put them through a wash, rinse the newly dirty plates that didn't fit so they wouldn't calcify, then unload the now clean dishes and then load the dirty ones. I don't mind this so much when S is working nights--that feels supportive. But when it's the other girls I feel sort of dumped upon. Next time E works I'm doing a check before she leaves and call her on it.

By the time all was said and done I was a limp lettuce. So, I loaded up on caffeine and I stopped by the construction worksite that's by the dog park and got some wood for the salad box I have planned for Lin's House. I got a workout with my slightly buffer abs climbing around the edge of the trash crate and holding myself there as I reached in to grab what I could reach. I felt all Earth Dayish.

I think I look at my projects as successful with slight hitches--like finding out she didn't have baking powder and figuring out how to make it with baking soda and cream of tartar--and she looks at them as burdens that she has to take care of. Well, Lai did try to feed Mr. L one of the peat pots--telling him it was a really good snack--we don't know if she was serious or joking.