Moving slowly, even on the way to bed.

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I didn't get the kitchen as well as I would have liked.  I did get everything soaking.  I wasn't sure I would get to that.  And I put the pork and noodles safely away into the fridge.  Which I also wasn't sure would be done.  Yeah, but I didn't have much to work with.  After making that meal, my legs fell out from under me, forcing a nap.  And while it was only two hours, it was late, which is throwing things off.  I think my primary goal tomorrow is to take care of the dirty dishes, pots, pans, and such.  I NEED a clean kitchen to work and I like to work as then I get to eat.

I'm not sure how to express this exhaustion I am going through.  When it is more physical, the bit I do when I tax my system too much usually physically hurts, if not for very long.  I'm not having those aches and pains.  And yet the limit is real.  It's not depression.  It's not physical, really.  Maybe it is just medication.  I go through that.  The exhaustion is pretty pervasive, stopping me from enjoying console games, other little joys, and pushing...  I did it and got snapped on the muzzle pretty hard.  Ah well, it'll get better before long.

The world is on the brink, I've noticed.  Nobody is happy about anything they are seeing and nobody is even seeing all of it.  Well, maybe a few bankers are seeing some of the heavy up close and personal, or are getting in the way of it.  A banker who makes hundreds of thousands, possible millions, a year... doesn't commit suicide, usually... without help.  Everybody has a weakness, one way or another though.  Yes, the world is changing.  Get ready.  Avoid trouble as much as you are able.  But... there isn't much you can trust.  Family, one could hope.  Some friends, maybe.  But everyone has their weak spot, everybody.  Just watch it out there.  Follow your instincts and own eyes, ears, and thoughts, not instructions.  I don't care who they seem to be coming from.  Just be watchful.

Good night.