Four hours or close enough, perhaps a bit more?

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I still don't know if that should officially be called work.  I have to think that if I were well there wouldn't be any true effort involved?  Then again I may be mistaken.  The soil is rich, with a touch of clay but not a whole clay.  Loam, really, thick, hearty, dark to nearly black, heavy, and clingy.  It does take just a bit, with shovel or rake, to open up the soil to any depth.  Kneeling is a new thing for me as well.  I am sore in odd places.  Little muscle groups used to maintain balance in the kneeling position, small little places that power rising and lowering that haven't been used, and a general sense that I have been up to something non-specific.  No major muscle groups are tender, just the little bits of muscle between here and there... except for my upper leg muscles as a general regional, if mild, complaint.  Then again, as I have suggested, I like that.  It isn't up to "burn" status.  The soreness, generally, has more the feel of having pulled muscles rather than worked them, mostly.

Never mind.  Four hours, if it was clouded over most of the time I worked.  I reset the side hoses, and reset the front lawn hoses yesterday.  The garden hoses are good as is.  I am ready for watering tonight.  At 18:00, if I remember and if the sun isn't one the side hose spray pattern, I'll start them.  Otherwise I might move them one more time.

If I can, though, after dinner I do believe, I may begin in the bathroom.  I think I will try to complete the water lines.  If that works, then I will install the new toilet.  If I have enough after that I will reinstall the main kitchen plumbing that simply seems to have fallen out.  I know I won't get to it, but the final thing in the en suite and regarding plumbing will be to figure out the electrical.  Tomorrow?  Probably, unless I collapse from today and need a rest.  But if I am that close I think I can push on.  Time will tell.

Oh I am loving this.  Back to doing little bits and pieces.  Getting things done and planning to do more.  Being able to lift my butt out of the chair and go do it, and... perhaps reliably again.  If so, I have a ton of things to do this week, and really right up until Burning Man.  Tree trimming, keeping up on the garden, exercising, hiking and biking, swimming, Church if I can get timing and focus down again, a spook suit to produce, perhaps even canning if the garden gets that far.  Oh, and I best get my bedroom cleaned pretty quickly too, then start on the rest of the place.  Wouldn't want D.C. to think he popped into hell.

Oh, hey, I've been slacking on this part of my blogging.  It is time to present a bit more.  Listen to this guy.  Now, understand, you can't just get there.  Actually, unless you have been in combat you simply aren't going to be able to do what he suggests.  You can get better, improve.  But really, unless you have had it all to win or lose in a moment, and you have experienced that, you can't prepare for it, not really.  Some people simply can't get it down, they don't have the... reflexes, the fortitude, the belief... needed.  On the other hand, the type of people that will be coming after you are practicing right now.  They are committing crimes, surviving on the streets and in prisons, grouping up.  They aren't getting ready, they are ready.  Still... best to think about it all.  I might be old, weak, fat, slow, and out of condition, for me.  I would place a bet that in areas that don't require a great deal, some just not a great deal, of mobility... I still have what it takes to take down what will be coming like a lion deals with jackals.  Still... I need... more.  It's never sharp enough.

Later.