It just isn't working.

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I was sure a little heat would help.  With the furnace running full bore, dressed and with socks, shoes, and a jacket on,  I am still cold.  It isn't the temperature.  I simply am not pumping enough blood to enough parts to warm up.  There is probably little I can do until I am just able to get to it.  I hate that kind of an answer.  It offers no information, provides not even a rough prognostication, and gives no possible solutions, it just is.  It can't even be debated, looked at another way, shoved aside, or walked over.  That is where I am.  Barely moving, thinking a bit but uselessly, and still cold.  I am going to hop into the shower and see if that might help.  Though that might simply exhaust me.  Worth a try though, I suppose. When I get little done I sleep wrong, am not able to sleep until late, and it bothers my conscience.

On the good side I do believe I have a plan going forward.  Writing it out seemed to settle which task to do first, and such.  Then too, it might just be that, after days of thinking about it, a plan had been made and just needed something more concrete to set it into... not motion but... into intent.  There are a number of smaller items I can hit, too.  Socks and clean clothes can be hit, here and there, a bit at a time.  Looking for the slides for the furniture can happen in spare moments or when I can think about it and motivate to the task.  Though, something not helping is knowing that what I listed is not all of it.  Every task, every step, every idea, hides a ton of other work that needs to be done in conjunction, in order to, or after those listed tasks are done.  Overload.

It'll happen.

Later or good night.