Another rough one.

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No worries, I am doing what I can anyway. Waking has been torture these last few days. Getting going is no easy task either. I could not make mass this noon. I did make a few calls, only one of them was successful (but that's not unusual I am learning). Actually, even the successful call wasn't exactly successful. I did call several people and found who most likely could help, called him but only reached a voice message system. I left a message with my bona fides, particulars, and contact phone number. He is filling in for another person, as well as doing his job today from what I have heard, so I don't expect a response today. You never know though.

A shower and such shortly, then in to town. I doubt if shooting is on the menu, it is snowing as I speak and my friend is not one for outdoor adventuring in anything that might even look cold. I am not sure he will even want to come for supper, but maybe. No matter, I didn't get to my preps last night. So before I go I will peel the potatoes, and go ahead and cube them after a call to make sure he still wants to visit. While in town I will be buying some apples, oatmeal, and ice cream if the meal is on. Otherwise I will simply enjoy another lame day. I will be trying my exercises shortly. I have decided that my exercises are fine. But six to seven minutes of the powerball probably was a bit much to expect on top of normal dailies. Since I want to bring the powerball into my events, I will probably need to switch to three day a week workouts, minimal as they are. (I receive no pay, equipment, coupons, or any other remuneration for using or discussing the powerball.)

I feel so underpowered and overwhelmed. But this is the time when I can prove my worth. This is where I get to keep trying despite failure and gloom. This is my chance to excel right through and in the midst of collapse. So I will keep my chin up and take the hits. If I get knocked down, I will use what strength I have to get back up. Where before I saw these moments as too much for me, and possibly they were. Where I would retreat from sheer exhaustion. I can now keep trying, keep my to-do lists current, to push and do what I can. This is a new world. Failure may still be the prognosis, even the reality. But only for a moment. I am on the other side of the coin now. Or, that is how I am playing it.

Hup! Time for some setups. Later.

As I suspected, my friend isn't interested in any travel. I still have to cook the roast, they don't refreeze well or last long otherwise. And I won't have to make such a large portion of mashed potatoes. If they held up better, were easier to warm up, I would make more anyway. And I won't worry about apple crisp. I would just eat it all and I don't really need that. His next opportunity will probably be a beef chuck roast at the beginning of next month. My next roast will be a leg of lamb and he doesn't like lamb. One roast a week, and maybe another real home cooked meal a week, the rest just filler easy stuff and leftovers. It works.