Life is different here, now.

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Still in pain. I ache as if beaten around the head and shoulders. Minor headache fodder is to be found, though these headaches pass easily and quickly with minor attention at this point. Though I may have had the flu, these symptoms are not from that cause. Out here, in Utah, I am more aware. Of course being aware only offers you a chance to pick something up when it is present. It took me a while, as what I figured out is a sleep time thing. I realize I am not rolling when I sleep. I remember, in more normal pain free times, rolling in my sleep. I either sleep too deeply currently, or something else is going on. I never wake needing to pee (a good thing as it is a symptom of diabetes, though anyone who drinks too much too late might need to go during the night). I remember nothing from the nights. I used to need to take my socks off, or kick my feet out from the covers, and often both. It has been so long since I have done either that I cannot remember. I am dreaming though. Something from my early high school days. Something about pretty girls, girls I saw naked and wanted to see naked, bubble gum, friends, and "stuff". Thankfully my shoes were tied in the dream. I often went without doing so in my youth.

What does this tell me? It tells me there IS something different. It tells me it is not psychological, probably. At least what is happening now is simply an anomaly with my sleep function. Thankfully I was built to take pain, was built solid. I might be a bit cranky around the neck joints, I might be a bit stiff, but I think it could be worse. I ought to do stretches of some sort. No... attention to detail is needed, it is something I cannot give. Bad stretching could actually do damage, and I do tend to get obsessive. I think I will stick with sore for the moment.

Oh, right. Not only did I do some of the dishes, I actually put the food up this time. I am not a great fan of leftover spaghetti, but it is better than... scraping something else together. And, it is not just sitting in the pans, making a stink, or wasting away in the garbage. It should be interesting to see about another round of this whole wheat pasta. Regular pasta was not great the second time. It did not hold up well to reheating. I found techniques which proved more successful, but...

A little waking up first. I am up late, but I went to bed even later. Less than seven hours of sleep, so I am fine considering what I got done and "dinner". Have a great day. Avoid brown ground fruits, wooden nickels, and voting for politicians who hide when they are being asked to cut spending (first and last are about equal, wooden nickels if understood can be collectable).

(By the way, spellcheck was trying to change "collectable" to "collectible". I had never read or heard that correction before (and do not, explicitly, trust spellcheck). I finally have my big old dictionary right chere. So, a thumbing through, and... both. So, I both learned something (I would have corrected someone else's "collectible" or thought them in error) and enjoyed using my dictionary for the first time in a while. And, if technically correct, I HATE "collectible". Later!)