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Just chuckling at the notion. My legs have been sore from bending. My lower back decided it wasn't getting enough attention, so it too has started to hurt. The pain is easily light enough, even if I am limping around as if I were the old version of what a 90 year old meant. I had to add that because I met an 83 year old, not many years back, who could beat his grandson at squash. Then again, perhaps he was unique? Anyway. Despite the extra pain, I think that means things are improving. Like it being coldest just before, and perhaps even as, the sun rises, so too it seems to work with pain. The body is grumpy.
I kept thinking today was Sunday. I have checked three times that I remember, and just now again. When the internal calendar is off it seems that there isn't always a way to reset it. I will focus on the fact that today is Saturday and try to breath the fresh air of reason. Well, it could work, in theory. While gimped as I am, I won't be able to do a great deal of work. Standing, beside tiring me as it usually does, also hurts more. Still, I would like to clear out the recycling and gather more for trash day tomorrow. Further, I am thinking I can at least clear the counters and table, mostly. That way, when I do get to the few dishes, I can wash those areas well, clean out the microwave, and be ready for floor treatments.
Oh, sure. Just a bit at a time. A little here, a little there. But I am getting far ahead of the game. I am gaining much more ground that I am losing to living life. It's a nice little niche. I would like to slingshot that right into a whole cave cleaning process, then try to maintain that. So many variables, so many pitfalls, such a long way to drop even from this low vantage... worth the risk.
Be well! Hmm... A beer or two? You know, that might not be bad, with a bowl of beans and rice, a few tortillas, and a movie. There are several old movies I keep in store, things I find acceptable in my view of things. Oh, and since the hunger is finally gone, I have no problems tasting the hops and barley. In humble moderation albeit. Later.
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