Done.

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Getting up and going was a bear. Going to bed early does not mean going to sleep any earlier, and I knew this but had to try. I was 5 or 10 minutes late, but that was the best I could muster. I will not go to Church late, period. But on some other things, there is that window. The work was not as bad as I had thought it was going to be if it was not a breeze. My wounded had performed well enough, if a couple of times it really got my attention and let me know there are still some real limits.

I tried to give the men some money for gas, offered breakfast or lunch, and came up flat. They just did it to help and that was that. At least I had a some soda they liked. What can you say to that? Thanks, thanks a lot.

As for today, I do not know what is going to happen. I would like to do a lot of things. I would like to see if the storage unit office is open and close the account, settling up if necessary. I would like to actually shower before going in, which if I go in I will do. I would like to get the bed set up, the extra furniture arranged, the table placed with the chairs around it. I would like to go to Church. I still cannot find my good shoes, which need polished if I find them! Huh? Is this not a Saturday? Bah, who needs weekends off. Just Sundays, or so they say.

The house, of course, is still a mess. I was midway through unpacking just the kitchen when I fumbled into the beehive of plumbing. Though, I do believe, that will be getting settled much more quickly with the rest of my goods here, a table to use in the kitchen (oddly, that is huge), and the plumbing tended. But too, it will not be overnight. I would guess it is going to take me two weeks to have things mostly sorted, cleaned if needed, furniture and bookcases up, and everything roughly placed. That gives me, roughly, a week to then begin cleaning a bit, grocery shopping, and any final things in preparation for a smoother visit with my Mom.

Yes, I am running at about 300 miles an hour, from the work. It feels good, if I know I will be paying a price before too long? Maybe as I am getting used to doing much more, that price is going down though. I could almost see where it might eventually simply go away for the most part. Even the 100 pound weights, if heavy, left me with no impression that I was overdoing. Things have certainly changed here, and without the need for any medicine. I really wonder if my blood pressure has fallen? Once I get on a more reasonable diet, more regularly, I think my diabetes will come into control as well. Actually, even with my occasional poor choices, my diabetes was a lot better the last time I saw it checked. And, I can get an idea about how things are when I urinate. Too much foam, not good. Sticky crystals on the toilet, I am way out. Though the lower but still too high diabetes will not always show.

I am pleased, and thankful. Good day.