Not much.

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It was almost going to be a nothing day again today.  I saw a man arrive and head out back to dig.  I hurried up and dressed to go out.  It seems he has been coming over when I have been gone.  I hadn't checked the hole in a bit, but he has dug the main shaft down, including today, about five feet deep.  He found the pipe, finally, today.  But to get it right I need to dig out another two or three feet down to the original depth of the extra part of the hole I dug, then dig that other part I dug down another two feet, in order that we can get to the pipes and work with them.  After he left I go to it.  I have about a third of what I need picked and shoveled but I... have limits.  I hit my limit and kept going.  I hit one more limit and kept going at a limp.  I finally hit a brick wall.  But I did dig, I picked, and moved some decent amount of dirt.  I feel extremely guilty about... having a working man do my work.  Any man really.  But there is no way I could have done it all.  On the good side, by looks, he thought I was 37, 39, maybe 40.  He was just a bit surprised at my real age.  Then again, he is only 10 years younger but looks more like he is in his mid 20's.  Perhaps men have no idea about age?  Nah, I was a bouncer.  I got pretty good at that, and in dim lighting.  Skills do fade though too.

That digging beat the dirt out of me.  Tomorrow?  I'll try and get back out there.  I need to get into town.  He told me what parts to get and I'll get them.  If I can move.  Then again I really don't hurt.  I can usually tell by now if I am going to hurt.  Muscles get really tight and stay that way.  My neck feels pretty tight but the rest of me might be good.  It's more a matter of reserves.  Do I have any spit left.  I simply don't know that, and won't until tomorrow.  I will be calling my friend to see if he wants to get out tomorrow.  We will be stopping at one of his favorite stores.  I had thought to eat but I don't have enough spit for it.  A big glass of milk, a shower, and to bed... after the call.  Oh, right, I best set up my medicines for tomorrow.  Hmm, while I am in town I will buy that heart friendly aspirin, or aspiring dosed for daily heart care.

It does feel good to work.  And I had meant to do it.  I'm just not sure.  Hmm, in to town early, as early as I can, so I can get back to work on the hole, get those steps chunked out, before my helper returns.  I just hate having a man do work for me after he has worked all day.  Work means a lot more to me, in some ways, than it does to most.  What you have the least of is the most precious.  And yet, if nothing else, this takes his time.  The thing he has the least of.  I... just have to try and do at least my part, put in some effort, show that I'm not a complete invalid.  If it kills me.  And... I'll do it.

Good night.