Still recovering or... is this just the way it is?

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I can't tell, immediately, if my body still needs to catch a breather from the last three weeks or if the way I feel is the way it has always been, well, for most of my adult life.  I am tired, just plain and simple.  Getting to things, without a guide or director, is like jogging in sand, swimming in mud, pick your idiom for difficult.  I have been up since 7:30 or so, I've had coffee.  Hmm, nothing to eat yet today.  I'm going to give that a try.  Though too I didn't get but six hours or less of sleep.  Just trying to bargain with the details (devil?) on the issue.  It's a bit frustrating realizing that the cause could be physical (food, sleep, energy levels, or just the heart), it could be psychological (or, more, mental from the heart), or... it could be something else.  I suppose I will try to nail down the factors I can tend, then tend them as I may... when I realize there is a problem.

I do have a number of lighter things to do today.  There are a few dishes, from Thanksgiving dinner leftovers.  On the good side, at least I am eating the leftovers rather than wasting them.  I need to adjust the rug in the kitchen.  While I could simply tuck it under the freezer, I would rather not.  I want the freezer to be as level as possible.  The rug would only fit under one corner.  I would also like to look through my tool drawers and do one final push to get tools in two of the drawers, and expendables like paint brushes, bolts, screws, nails, and such in another drawer.  I might even consider putting the tools in the top two drawers since they are more used than the expendables.  Beyond that, I just need to feed my face, possibly take a shower, and enjoy the sunny day.

I received a number of calls this morning.  Beside the first one letting me know the freezer was coming, I received a call asking me to rate the delivery.  The delivery team got an A+.  They did nothing wrong and somehow also did everything right.  They were courteous, clean, quick, and professional.  The actual sales rep, however, got a marking of 2 out of 5, and I left a message as to why I was put out with him.  It may or may not mean anything, but it saves me having to talk to some manager who probably could give a rat's petunia about the situation so long as he gets paid next Friday.  Then my mother called.  I had worried, after talking to her when she finally actually arrived at her home.  She seemed... disinterested, perhaps displeased, angry... or very tired.  I wasn't sure if I had stressed her, or said things that bothered her, and she had been holding back.  Nope, she was just done for the day.  I had just been thinking about calling her myself.  Another minute or two would have seen that done.  Funny thing, we do that often.  I let her know I was trying to keep up on things, and get a bit ahead, what I have been doing, and such.  I asked about her foot, how she was doing, the usual.  She hopes to have her Frankenstein boot given the boot in a week or so, with her next check-up.

Hmm, a few calls myself today.  I need to call the V.A. and try to transfer my primary care to SLC, I need to ask when would be best to pick up my hamburger, and then I want to call my friend and see if he wants to go out tomorrow.  I suspect, with two new (unshot to my knowledge, and I believe he said) pistols, shooting will be on the menu.  As well, he might want to hit a store for this or that.  So, you see, I have things to do and people to see and with whom to speak.  And I am tired.  Bleh, I'll get over it (no I won't, but sleeping won't help, I have things I want to do, I am just... not sure when or how. heh).

I am seriously hoping that, in January when I have rebuilt some of my lost reserves of cash, that I might begin swimming.  I had really hoped, with weight loss doing so well (from additional eating, go figure, save when mom was spoon-feeding her baby, no complaints on that, mind you) that I would be down to 250 sooner, some time ago.  Why?  Well, when I start swimming I will gain weight quickly.  I would be surprised, even eating more rightly, if I don't gain 20 pounds in the first month or two (if I am up to a mile a swim by then, should be).  I might back off swimming to just twice a week though, and try to figure out something for another day, here at home, due to the cost of gasoline.  Monday and Friday/Saturday for swimming, Wednesday for?  Initially just warm up calisthenics (read (scroll) down into the article "Workout of the Week") with the goal of working up to straight weights?  I dunno, but something.  Yeah, I know, a year with a program I never used.  But it has been on my mind, and as I have seen the money go, the incentive grows.  Just... work with me a little longer.  Though too, it would be nice if I could get the Apple system to work on this computer.  I might have to tinker with that.  Having a waterproof iPod is useless without being able to put music on it.  Grhhh!  Never mind.  Just... rambling.

Well, I best find some stuff to put in my throat on it's way to the boiler room and on through.  Then a few calls.  Hmm, and then... whatever hits me.  Dishes first, there are only a few, but after lunch.  Then the drawers?  No, rug and kitchen reset first, as that is the easiest and most aesthetically pleasing to boot.  Something.  Just know I'm... right on it.

Good day.