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So Many Chores...So Little Muscle

I try living my life happily in the present, focusing on the positive while ignoring the negative, as often as possible.  I imagine that I must be ungrateful on those days that I awaken with the "Laundry List" of ignored chores burning in my consciousness.  Upon awakening, the list that burns in my mind is this:

Bring in the bookcase that we might use it.

De-thatch the lawn.  Finish trimming the overgrown hedge.  Remove branches from "rough" along fence.  Burn or dispose of branches, hedge trimmings, and thatch.

Clean moss and filth from new handicap ramp.  Finish handrail on stairs.  Paint or stain ramp white to match house trim.  Add in painted 2x2's.  Complete deck and paint all except treads.

Wash car and truck.  Remove extraneous crap from same.  Vacuum same.  Apply AmourAll to surfaces.

Get estimates for bathroom remodel - Curbless shower (tiled, not an insert), sliding shower faucet, two sinks in a new cabinet (one for hairwashing), handrails, AND 4 doorways widened, replacing with new doors.

Remove cabinet upper from middle of kitchen, replace light fixture, repaint kitchen, apply faux stone to kitchen island, remove glass from room divider.

Re-paint the livingroom.  Repaint the bedroom.

Finish installing the pellet stove...before summer, please!

Finish rental remodel so we can get a renter (or sell the property) and stop hemorrhaging money!

Sometimes I am overwhelmed by frustration at my muscle weakness.
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