To bed very late and, of course(?), up late, again.

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This time, however, I don't think I have what it takes to roll the time back.  My choices are simple, keep rolling or make a goal of pushing my schedule back around.  I was rather successful, and quickly, last time, once I got that started.  So, my plan is to keep pushing my sleep cycle until I am back to days again.

Waking was very good.  Sleep was freshening and easy.  I feel great, comparatively.  Oh, I still feel a bit beat around the edges, sore here and there, and not at my top.  Just compared to literally crying from raw pains, and I am not a baby about that stuff, life is much better.  The Draino killed me, I think from pain, but I didn't even cry then, save at the end, when organs began to fail.  Yeah, I've been here before so I know what it's about.  I can't remember pain, really, but I can remember my reaction to it.  Much better today and yesterday.

I must have some sort of internal heat factory going though.  With the thermostat set at 62 I woke to a very stuffy room, even with the fan on.  A few weeks to a month ago, I needed it to be 80 degrees in here and was just barely comfortable at that, as I recall.  My lungs aren't feeling the burn, now, but I don't know if that is because of the temp I am keeping the cave.  No felt body heat, either, but I am running barefoot, if with pajamas.

I got right to things this morning.  I set the dishes to a fresh hot rinse soak, and will get to those before long.  Taking a shower before that.  Then I set another load of laundry to wash, leaving only a load or two to do, and ran the clothes I had forgotten in the dryer to a freshening spin while I showered.  I have been doing little nit-picking around the cave these last few days.  Something out of place here, something put in it's place there, bits at a time.  I will never get it done at this pace, but that isn't the point.  That I can see and can do, I am hoping will lead to an avalanche of work when I am ready.  Having, and keeping, the kitchen and bathroom up, and getting ahead on laundry, are all going towards a major work.  My body simply has to recharge, rest, and recover a bit more first.  Medicines are being taken... uhrm, save insulin now that I think about it.  Gah!  Always some part of some or everything is always getting in the way!  Damn.  I'll... get on that again, again.

Well, that's about all I have for now.  I am not sure how long I have been awake though.  I was thinking an hour or two, but the clock and a visit suggest otherwise, more like three to four, maybe five hours?  Yeah, well, I'm still not in my prime, just in much less pain and feeling good otherwise.  I'll take it, but I'll continue to suffer through the bad parts, as consciously as possible, too.  And I'll be glad for it in ways many can't understand.  Later.


Oh... a little song to God.  Yeah, well... who said I wasn't a part of the bride of Christ, innit?  And... a bit irreverent, perhaps.  Plus, poetic and artistic license.  And besides, attuning to and applying pure logic... shut it.

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Doom?  Indeed.