Thank God it is Friday.

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I am tired. Rung out. The little I have been doing, in the real scheme of things, has worn me out well and truly. It has been a long time since I really enjoyed weekends, I think since I was in college. And yet, from last weekend, I know I can't stop there, put my feet up, and rest. Beyond being annoying, it threatens to undermine my progress. I don't want to continue the week, either, though. I do want to back it off. I am hoping to go hiking tomorrow. I may need breaks along the way, until I can get things sorted out. Perhaps I can go cross country skiing as the snow piles up, or maybe snowshoeing.

I know, right now, I am having to push every moment just to wake up and stay awake. Getting going is really tough. I don't know how much my bad heart adds to the process, though I am pretty sure it isn't a slight loadstone to wear. Never mind, I have shown I can get things done, but for how long? This summer I had a fine long run, until they increased doses. Even if I recently cut my doses, I am on more than I was before. A lot more. I am on the maximum doses I can take and still even get out of bed more regularly. How long can I keep getting out of bed? I have the medicines eating me up while if I don't take them my body will ravage me. A rock and a hard place. I will keep doing what I can. But this, in truth, is like those nightmares where something is chasing you. Only in this nightmare you have limits on how much you can run. At some point I may not be able to run anymore. Or, that is the fear.

Never mind, I have some things to do. A shower, right away, might help. And with it out of the way I can be more sure to get to Mass on time. Oh, but I almost forgot exercises, and medicine needs to go down. I just filled my medicine case last night. Two weeks of taking all my medicines. There are a few medicines I need to order as well, but I have enough to last through the next two weeks and then some, so I should be good, if they send them as they say they will.

After Mass, I have some parts to try to find and buy, bullets to deliver, and a friend to get out shopping with. I think, for this afternoon, instead of closets, I will work in the Xterra, getting her sorted out, cleaned, and vacuumed. Windows to floors to neatness factor, she needs it. Later on I will do more work regarding blogspot. I have received nothing from them from my several queries. My worry is that, because I am on some limited status they won't change my broken address to a good address making updating or working with them impossible. Stuck in some sort of electronic limbo. I've been there before on other things. Some of which, with an interested service provider, I have been able to work out. Other things, with people who had nothing to gain by helping, I simply lost the service.

Thank God it is Friday. That is for sure. But... what does it mean sometimes? If I can't stop, or even slow down too much without threatening my success, what is the saying worth? I dunno, but I am still glad of it for what it is worth, somehow. Good day.