Yeah, well.

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There was only so much I can do, even now.  Medicines are going in, and I suspect they are doing their work.  Food is being cooked.  I am keeping up on things, if I haven't quite found a way to push ahead much lately.  With the runners in hand, I might get to the carpets and rugs sooner rather than later.  That bit of cooking and fussing in the kitchen, today, cooked my goose.  After I finished, and had a bowl of the goods, I had no choice but to nap.  A call that supper was coming in got me to stir.  I'll be back in bed shortly.

I simply don't have much, some days, to offer.  It's just the way of it.  I really do what I can, when I can, regardless of how I feel.  But when I push that line, as I did today, I pay a price.  I think the price will be small, this time.  Just a harsh required late nap.  Yeah, yeah, I'll put the food up for tonight.  The dishes will not be done, but they will be given a soapy hot soak.

Tomorrow?  Probably squat.  Today really kicked my legs out from under me.  It isn't even that much work.  Some days it doesn't matter.  Unless hell and fire is chasing my steps, putting out what I don't have isn't possible.  Then again, I've faced off against that both as a last resort, sometimes because I can be cockier than the devil ever dreamed.  Something about my lineage.  He might be of the sons of God, but he isn't a child of God.  Yeah, distinctions.  Trust me on this.  Even if he is an uncle, that faith has been given to me... changes everything.  Never mind.

Alright, I best get to doing some kitchen work, then on to bed.  Good night.