Sleep has been generous.

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I am sleeping a bit long, and hard.  Lights out means what it suggests.  Aspirin and the water pill will get me to things much quicker than trying to load the whole medicine cabinet into my gullet up front.  I didn't get to more that what I wrote I did.  What I wanted to do did not happen.  I was stubbornly stuck on where to put the things from the rack pack.  I have figured that out so I should, as soon as I think I have the fortitude, be able to get that done quickly.  I am hoping, once I open up Pandora's box, I will continue with the rest of the cargo, or some large chunk of it which will lead more quickly to the rest of it if I don't do it all at once.  If nothing else, bringing the boxes and such in, setting them around where I can easily sort through them, will be enough.

My ribs seem to be feeling slightly better, as are my shoulders and the rest.  I am simply still rather wrung out.  The trip, from start to finish, took everything I had and a loan from the future.  It isn't a full exhaustion.  I can still think, a bit.  I can still manage minor things.  I am still mostly doing a good long decent day awake and just nights for sleeping if my sleep cycles seem a little longer than the eight hours I have been seeing most recently pre-trip.

I do have drive though.  While it isn't getting me anywhere, right at this point, it is apparent to me.  Getting unpacked, unloading and sorting and cleaning then storing all that is unpacked, and then tearing into my home to get it sparkly clean all over.  These things are driving forces, I have a strong hunger.  I just don't immediately have the resources or reserves to draw upon.  It will be a bit of untangling to get one thing to lead to another.  It is just the way it is.

The fire from the desert is fading.  That alone is almost like some drug, to me.  My mind soared and raced.  Even my flesh was much more animated, if not in a particularly helpful... actually I think it was helpful.  While I certainly wasn't as active as most there, certainly not as active as Desert Cat, without that heat creating discomfort which wouldn't let me rest I would have done much less and had even a greater difficulty doing my part for the camp let alone getting out the eight or nine times I did.  It just isn't sustainable.

For breakfast a couple of pork chops, thick cut.  I am hoping that breakfast, plus a supper coming in, will see me to... action, and sooner rather than later.  That, the aspirin, and the water pill... short term but...  I will have to push to not simply crash.  To get more beyond that is the trick.  Ugh...  Almost stuck.  Ever almost had your vehicle get stuck in mud or snow, had to baby it out?  That is where I am physically.  Later.