To bed late, up late, spinning.

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On the one hand, life is a bit out of control.  Sleep patterns are shot, ailerons are fried, there is a down cycle tail wind with a cross wind too somehow.  On the other hand the air pressure is such that buoyancy is better so that keeping it nose up is relatively simple and the engines are cycling like they know what they are doing.  I am losing altitude, I am in a bit of a spin, but it is far from "fatal".  If it weren't for the fact of trying to get some important things done, like the water heater installed, this would simply be fun.  Yeah, I might live a bit on the... reckless side?  Oh, but what a life I have lived.  I can't say God always favored it, but I have to think, sitting in the ghost co-captains chair, He has to be pleased that I bear the true mark of a son.  I went forth, did, tried to do, and worked at, making a world... for myself, for others, with others.  And if sometimes for the wrong reasons, I like to think I generally headed in the right direction.  Plus, I somehow survived long enough to add right reason to right direction.  As much as a man can.

I'm feeling like I slept on concrete.  I probably look like I was run over by the truck that delivered it.  There is a two day minor headache continuing it's saga in the background... it's nice and soft as headaches go though, no thumping, bumping, or grating of nerves.  It's... almost relaxing in it's constancy and mild but sure pressure.  That's as close as such a thing can get to being soothing, in any case.  You have to have known exquisite pain, I suppose, to have a nose for this sort of headache.  Lucky me!

And yet, I am coming back to life.  I do believe the new water heater will be installed, and set, before the day is done.  And, if I am lucky enough, and all works, I will have a hot shower before I go to bed this evening (my evening, your tomorrow morning, but let's not quibble... friend).  I should warn that I use the term "friend" quite loosely.  :p  The home has been cleaned out, and is getting an airing.  I have all that is needed to put the window air conditioner in place when the weather ceases to spit at me.  The faucet is here, ready to be installed when the water is in full swing.  I even found a bit of pipe insulation that might get to some significant portion of the pipes I want insulated.  I bought it for some odd project or other.  Just a pack, perhaps three and a half four foot tubes of it anyway.  You know?  This pleases me.

Yes, yes, a good mood too.  Helps with the nose attitude if I have no more control of it than anything else at times.  When the strain of looking through the fog of life gets a bit heavy, and there is no lift from anywhere, it can be difficult to smile.  Pain?  Pain I can do.  With a smile.  No force necessary.  I just have to have the energy, which I do.  Those engines are positively purring.  I still think the cheerleaders snuck in and did a number on me.  For which I am eminently grateful.  For the tortures they caused, a bit of recompense is due!  Once I figured out how to walk again, all was... forgiven.

Welp.  Good day.  Good life.  Go away.  Friend.