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Not much, but a restful day.  It turns out I did create an ache or two, if that isn't the problem.  I tried to begin tinkering.  Just couldn't maintain focus.  I did just a bit of straightening, though.  I kept thinking it was Saturday.  Some things I touched recently continue to haunt.  I am playing with the wounds, tickling them, trying to... desensitize until I can forget.  Sometimes I want to dig deeper, know more, but it doesn't work like that.  I get to see just exactly what I see, and usually no more.  If I can stay conscious for long enough times, and fog doesn't erase everything, I eventually... see more of the whole of it, but never all of it.  My mind is parsing out bits.  And when I can digest those, or not, then it either feeds me some more or closes up some or all of it.  It's just the way it goes.

Dinner arrived, and it's special.  Right down to detail work.  I am smoking the pork roast, but that will take four or five hours to be done.  Heavy smoke this time, and ready with another shot of the stuff.  Hmm, best check on it.  I'll stay up just long enough to see that done, get it off the grill and rested, parted, and put away.  A bit of a long day, up later than I would wish, but I started late... couldn't quite get to it.