Sore, boys and girls.

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A bit on the tired side as well.  I don't know what time I finally could sleep, but it was mid-morning, between 7:00 and 9:00, if I should be forced to guess, which I am.  I simply could not sleep.  Beyond thought, reason, pain, and exhaustion, I drifted into another place.  A special part of my accidental transcendentalism, where I might see dreams while awake.  Trying to explain that to you is akin to explaining the death of a puppy to a child.  Only, I am not sure who is the child, dead, or even the puppy.  All and none.  Never mind.  I've done what I can with the notion, here, now.

My legs are a bit stiff, upper body just a touch, some muscles have the fever.  I didn't sleep well, nor have I waken well.  Pushing, right to the limit, then as far over as my legs and time will allow.  Even my ribs, a little bit, carry the burden of my efforts.  All good.  A few days down and back to it.  A few more outings and I should be ready to serve.  Browning is happening as if paint is being applied a few molecules deep, each time I enter the sun zone.  It's almost difficult to believe I had lost almost all pigmentation.  Usually I don't, even over winter, but this winter was something... special.  I was out of the house so rarely, and needed, or thought I needed, to keep those shades so very tightly closed.  A tomb, yes.  A few more days and I may even be mistaken for the living!

While I do need rest, if I can, I am hoping to try to do a bit more than on the last few days of rest.  No promises.  And I won't endanger future outings.  But just a bit of this and that, to move around a bit more, to fulfill the list, to be moving forward on some things.  Life.  I can't always do that.  I simply can't.  I am more exhausted than last time, but... I almost sense that in spite of that, I also have more potential.  Waking has to hurt.  Sometimes that hurt is a motivator, sometimes a stoppage.  I never can be sure.

Again with the kitchen.  The goal is to finish off the dishes and finally create a working space for honing the razor, and perhaps getting to that.  As well, laundry.  Getting out tends to make that pile up faster.  But, at that, oh and tending trash and maybe recycling for pickup tomorrow, and I should be in good order.  That will be enough, if I can get to it.  Just... an hour, or two, more... just sitting here, though, I do believe.

Later.