Sleep was GREAT!

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I think.  I have no idea what really happened.  I went in and laid down.  My neighbors brought over dinner, calling first.  I woke and got the call.  They call first, usually.  Then I had dinner.  I don't remember much of any of it.  Something something about something, then... here I sit.  I don't remember dressing, undressing, redressing to answer the door...  I don't remember eating so much, just that I did, or going back to bed.  And sleep?  I feel rested, I feel a bit less sore and stiff, and my brain is again working.  Other than that... it's a blank slate.  I actually really enjoy that notion.  No, it wasn't hard work, none of what I have done in the last three days.  Add it up and it, for my condition, was epic.  I have only slept like that back in a time when the Navy had me working myself to the bone.  I loved it then, too.  I was born to push that edge, and raised right.  Sleep like that simply doesn't come from a pill box, it is earned.

I still hope, tomorrow, to get out and get to it.  The neighbor boy who was primarily helping?  He... lost the front tire of his bike, went over the handlebars or summit, roadrashed one side of his face and fractured the other side too, somehow.  Yeah, he is in recovery mode.  Add him to your prayer list if you would be so kind, he's on mine.  So the digging is all mine.  And I have claimed the bedroom and on suite tasks.  So... I really need to get to work.  I really hope to continue the work.  There is a chance of it too.  As the weather warms and perhaps as I come into warmer weather mode I will be able to do keep up some moderate work load each day.  Just a half hour there, an hour here, and such, will see these things to completion before I know it.

One thing though, if I am going to be trying to work more with the KoC and others, being on my feet long, I need to find better dress shoes.  For me that is the weakest link.  While I eschewed Florsheims and the like decades ago, there has to be something out there that would fit and are comfortable and supportive.  I have gone with decent Oxfords for now.  While not as jarring, and certainly not as biting into my ankles, they are not good for all day.  I have never been good at being on my feet all day.  My knees are a weak link too.  Too tall, or a feature of some tall people I believe.  My lower back always feels like I just fought a guy who excels at kidney punches.  Well, you have to remember, when I fought, I never fought with rules. I still laugh when I remember someone saying, "and he cheated".  Non-fighters simply don't understand, or think rules for boxing or wrestling mean anything on the street.  I might start my search for all day dress shoes anew.  Damn the price and torpedoes!

I'll see how stiff I am tomorrow.  I'm feeling okay right now, sitting.  I might get a bit more sleep in later, too.  Sleep does me a ton of good that way.  I sure am excited about the last few days though.  There's life in the old boy yet!  If I can keep that going, coral some of the energy coming in and turn it into work, I can really get some things done, add to my fitness level, and even turn that into some play time before long.  Everything I do seems to have to be created from whole cloth.  It would be good to get to some modicum of health from which to spring into new demands.  This may be another false promise, empty hope, but it's what I have.  It's as much as I have had in a long time.  If I compare it to my life in Iowa, my last decade or more?  I am doing a lot more.  I remember for long stages of years where the best I did, sum total, was get out of bed.  And my supreme function was to get out of bed at a regular hour for weeks or months.  There was engineering school.  The thinking wasn't a problem if I didn't nose dive into sleep.  The hard part was being up and at school everyday, but not because of the physical work.  When I had a woman, she actually would eventually help regulate my internal clock, working until I pushed too hard, then having to recover before getting back to some regularity.  Just... thinking, remembering.

Hmm, to some reading.  Have a good night, morning, or such.