Busted up?

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I keep pushing.  I need more sleep, but then push my day too long and throw in doing things that push even that.  Then I try to sleep too little.  Well, yeah, I'm going to have to fix that.  It takes so long, after waking, to begin working though.  I feel like I was just thrown from one of the better bulls at the rodeo, and he wasn't gentle about it and came back to give me a bit more of his outrage at my presumption about riding him.  I did get most of my laundry done, what I am going to do.  I did wash and dry my bedding, and of course put it back on my bed, including blankets, last night.  I have been doing little bits of this and that, to get my home sorted.  So it isn't a complete right-off.  Most likely, when I skip swimming, I end up with a surplus of juice.  But if I am not going to the pool it is because I need down time, thus I end up stuck between needing rest and needing a workout.  It makes sense if I don't quite have a solution for this new thing.  And to kick off the morning with a start, clearing my sinuses the proper way ended with me having a gusher, if short lived as it turns out, of a nose bleed.  *gush*  Add that to a minor headache and I already have something, many things, to complain about already.  Me likey.  :p

No snow?  I expected it last night.  And from the bit I had heard, it was supposed to be a ton of snow coming in.  They didn't have how much, or where, exactly, true.  But they were talking like it was going to be epic, from the west on through to the plains.  I was thinking Boston, under three feet, or even a foot, epic.  A revisit seems to indicate my area will get a whopping... 1"-3", over the whole course of the storm.  Really?  I suppose I could just decide to hate weathermen, even when their miscalculations and threats of snowmagedon turn in my favor, but I won't.  I just have to remember, while they are figuring out 'warmal colding'*, they don't have a lot of time for the little things, like figuring out the weather a day or two in advance and reporting it. *h/t Dr. John M. Ray for the term warmal colding (I don't hate, and I only beat up on some "academics"... you know who you are, and aren't.)

I think I sat in this chair, in spite of getting some things done, way to long.  Then I slept wrong, again.  Oh, and I forgot medication for the last... three days?  Yeah, well, I'll fix that today... in a bit.  Hey, it didn't kill me and what doesn't kill me makes me feel like I'm back in the shit.  Ah, for the happy times.  Well, on with my day.  You ought to get to it too, you know.  They might be paying you just to sit there, but you have to at least... well, you ARE reading.  I suppose that counts.