Nice "nap"!

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Then again, there wasn't really a choice.  After I woke a bit more I realized that I truly did hurt.  The back, from standing, wasn't too bad, by itself.  The legs, from picking and shoveling, weren't horrible.  And my arms weren't too bad, from the jarring.  But toss in that I worked well out of my usual time to be awake, the aches and pains, and maybe just a bit of "just because" and I went down like a sack of potatoes.  I'm not sure when I finally went back to bed, I did resist (probably took a penalty for resisting too).  It just hit 18:00 and I am just getting up.  Another dose of Anacin, my meds, a bit of food in my face, and... I'll just have to see about today.  I won't do any pick work but I might be able to get some other things in.  Finishing off the laundry would be a good mostly off my feet job.  Perhaps organizing the last of my move out of my main bedroom, getting the other bed set up.  Yes, mother, I know that was already... I know I told you before... Well, it isn't done.

My hope is, come shine or rain, regardless of how much sleep I get, and despite this, that, and the other thing, is to do a bit of work every single day save Sunday.  I will take Sunday off, if at all possible, if I can get on a roll.  I don't care what work I do as long as I get an half hour in at least.  If I can do more, great.  If I can get to the heavier stuff, even better.  Though, as I said, the little stuff is probably more difficult.  Sorting, storing, deciding on inane little things.  Much of modern life has allowed even bachelors to have sewing kits, requires much paperwork for even someone who isn't required to file taxes, and such.  And, I am not the best at dealing with where all that is supposed to go.  If I put it up the chances of finding it again is slim.  (Chances, when discussing one set of them... I have always used "is", not "are", right?)  Anyway.

Oh, I could finally clean the toilets too.  No dishes.  Even with the painkillers I just don't want to test that.  I still am not sure how much I can push, how much of what I am is sloth, whether I truly am lazy or sick.  I may never know.  But as summer approaches I know that I can, seemingly, do more.  I become less lazy, or more able.  While, true, it isn't quite here yet, I find myself in a position to prep for it.  Who knows what I can get done this year, even without my mother here to... help guide.  I am hoping to have some improvements done, have things a bit better for her if possible cleaning wise, sort of to impress her.  As well, so she will feel more at ease taking a break and going on a mini-vacation while she is here.  If there is work to be done she doesn't feel like vacationing.  It bugs her mind.

So...  I need to figure out jobs for low days and jobs for high days.  I need to sort both types of jobs into some kind of schedule.  I probably shouldn't shovel every day, quite yet anyway, if I might try to increase my time at shoveling to an half hour.  One of my jobs is going to require some serious standing time, too... getting the wallpaper off the wall.  Five to seven layers of it off concrete will take some doing.  As for the drywall?  That may just need to be replaced.  I am not sure if that is a starter job, though.  However, if I can show my mother that I am truly working on getting the paper off she might be able to stick with just helping me keep on target with redoing the kitchen floor this year.  Negotiate, friends...  Give a little, ask a little, prove your point, walk the walk, as you are able.

Youch...  I keep stretching to try and get things... back into kilter.  I know I am not the only one who does this.  Like when you have a sore tooth and you keep checking it with your tongue.  Just to make sure?  I dunno, but it seems to be a common human thing.  Every half hour or so I twist my back, just to check, then mess with my legs.  Yep, still sore!  Heh.  It probably helps, at least the stretching part.  The tooth thing?  I think we just think we deserve to hurt or something.  Masochists!  :p

Good day.