Ugh! I've pushed, perhaps the rest of the day off.

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It is cloudy, thick and dark.  It really might rain, though I am not holding my breath.  I don't know if it is all the effort put out this week catching up to me or merely the sky going dark, but I am done for the day.  A bit of reading, perhaps some gaming, another meal later on, nothing fancy but not bad.  And I did get a couple of sessions in the garden earlier.  By the way, after sitting, mostly, for decades, I am impressed with how limber I still am.  Oh, I learned to kneel for Church, actually after some effort and discomfort.  But kneeling in the garden is a full out sort.  Having to figure out where to put the legs, and just being able to get up, should have been tricky.  I do it as if I had been doing it my whole life.  Yeah, I wear carpenter's knee pads while out there, but that doesn't alter that I shouldn't be that flexible.  It doesn't ease the discomfort either, for all that long.  Still, they are better than nothing.

I am a bit tired.  It might be that extra carvedilol though, or the sun being hidden.  But a restful day isn't unreasonable to ask.  And I am planning on swimming, attempting to exchange the fertilizer sprayer tomorrow, then go shooting.  A bit more restful than two in the garden, one working with hoses, and other such doings.  I'll know tomorrow morning if I have pushed too hard.  Oh, I'll still do what I am planning, I might just be slower at it.  It's been a darned fine week though.  I just won't complain about a few things not quite getting done, or needing an afternoon off.

I do wonder if, even with the light stuff I am doing, whether I will begin losing weight.  I don't think most of you quite yet understand.  I spend... 70% of my time in this chair, waking time.  That's down from the high 90's though, of just even two years ago.  Before that I was in bed, or mostly asleep, in the high 90's of all my time, for decades.  Not from want, it was the last thing I wanted.  Not even completely from need, though there was extreme exhaustion.  Just as much from confusion.  I couldn't think myself out of bed, or the chair, and to a degree that still exists.  What I am doing is, to me, almost a miracle, like walking at all after breaking your back and given a grim prognosis.  Only, for most of that time, I didn't know why.  In truth, I still don't know all of it.  But with the physical being tended, it seems, the will can focus and I can move again.  Loverly.  Now to keep it up, and increase it, and deal with the downs when they hit.

I tell you, if I wake up either the world will change or it won't matter.  Depends on if I wish to get involved.  Can't say which way that will go.  It depends on you, mostly.  Later.