Days, nights, twist, shake, boil, and stir.

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Makes it's own gravy!  Oh well, knew that would happen sooner or later.  And I kept pushing.  Even when I didn't get a thing done, like yesterday, and maybe today (though I just woke, so there is an off chance).  But when I intend to use a down day for work, my body holds that against me.  I am sleeping well, trying to stay up on medicine, and such.  Not doing great with anything, but... I'll keep going, one way or another, until the sink is done and the cave is cleaned up.  Then I get to collapse into a Doom stew and just gurgle for a while.  *blup*  In one sense, I don't mind.  I may lose horribly, might not get much done successfully or quickly.  But I haven't quit.  Nothing the world, other people, or myself, rightly or wrongly, has taken my legs out permanently or laid me low.  I'm getting there, but on God's time, and His watch is slow.  It'll be another fifty years if He has His way.  Christ thought it was too fast, I think it is too slow, both of us accept that it is His will, and bow to it.  Fast or slow, if they are unnatural, they are painful.  I don't face the sins of all mankind, but the physical suffering I have cornered.  A better deal, in direct comparison with Him, but not a choice deal overall.

Never mind.  Today?  I don't know.  I just woke.  No dreams recalled.  Some morning pains, but just a mild form of the typical stuff, and it will pass quickly most likely.  I noticed a drip somewhere around the faucet area, and almost panicked.  Just waking makes panicking easy, in one sense, as there is little going at first.  It also makes it more difficult, as while emotions are mostly all that is initially available, they aren't awake enough to be that deep.  The curse of nature wrapped in the blessing of limits?  :)  So, after a thirty second spazz, while I did my morning duties, I went to find what the problem was.  I looked, for a bit, but wasn't sure my mind was going to be able to track it.  Ah... just the drain pipe a bit out of trim.  Perhaps I bumped it, but more likely the girls were in there snooping, one jumped the other, there was some hissy footing around, and what I have holding the thing up was bumped.  Yes... they do that.  It was a solid drip, something I mostly likely couldn't have missed and would not have ignored.  I'll close that up from now on, but check it anyway.

I probably need another day down.  I don't have much choice.  I am still hoping to get laundry kicked out, and do some straightening.  I may just save finding the parts until Monday or Tuesday.  I simply don't have a way to push past.  Not even sure I can get to laundry and cleaning right away.  I can put it on the work board, I can plan it, I can push.  I can also set a goal of making a million dollars.  I had an uncle do that, when a million still made a man rich.  While he was pleased with it, it was from the sweat of his brow and knowing when to buy, how to prepare it for sale, and the working it or selling it...  I think he was, ultimately, disappointed.  He thought it would mean something.  I think, in the end, to him, the price of working that hard had not paid off.  He changed, and I think for the better, upon the realization.  He ended up dying young, but... I think... in a better place.  He was my favorite, probably because of the push he had.  And, later in his life, as I finally see things through the prism of my life, he learned to keep the push but not be owned by it.  The push is either a tool, or you become it's slave, and it is a terrible master.

Yes, yes, cleaning.  If I can get to it.  Laundry first off, then whatever else I can arrange.  Blathering.  I best be on to figuring out my world.  Good day.