Yes, yes, I am getting to it.

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I was able to go back to sleep last night after waking up from my first sleep. Waking at noon or 13:00 or something, I finally stumbled out of bed and have been stumbling ever since. I do believe I will be able to make a trip into town and obtain a crowbar and sleep medication. I might even be able to get to the hen house and use the bar. I will not say I am over being frozen, not completely, and recidivism is a strong possibility at this point. I know I want more sleep which will then make me even sleepier. I want to sit, not move, and hope it all goes away. But more, I have a taste of success, a new list of things to do, and maybe enough fire in the belly to get to it. Yes, yes, still slow. But I think I am getting past whatever it was. Recovery takes time too.

Surprising what a minor amount of flirting does to a guy. Women can be as good a curative, even when it is all light and fluffy, as any pill doctors could invent. God may have a sense of humor about the deal, but he is not a completely unkind or uncaring God. Women serve us right? Yes, maybe. Ha!

Good day.