Nothing.

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I am simply going to crawl into bed, try to sleep, and see what tomorrow brings. It is not that I didn't try, it is merely that there was no way to try. In a swimming pool, even away from the edge, you can use your hands and feet to create leverage by which to move and steer. Whatever is happening is making it as if I am in a pool with neither hands nor feet available, let alone a wall which would be useless in that case anyway, to use. Nothing.

The ache in my side, I realize, is a newer thing. Perhaps it started a week ago or so. I thought it was hunger, or something else. If it was hunger there was little I could do about it. I realize now it is the same pain one gets when about to become winded. Some people like that feeling. I know I did when I played sports, up to a degree. It meant I was doing something. What I don't like is being winded from sitting. Oh well.

Perhaps some sleep, if I can get it, will allow me to recoup enough to get on mowing and phone calls tomorrow. I offer no guarantee, only that mowing is my goal. What is odd, from what I have seen, is mowing will not tire me itself. I will not sense exhaustion from the physical part. I may suffer in future days but not immediately. I am not sure being out of breath as I am, if that will change things though. It hasn't seemed to be an immediate problem if too I haven't worked as hard as mowing an half acre either.

Well, good night. I hope.