Yeah, it was mostly physical.

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The old body is simply grumpy.  I really must have twisted and pulled and pushed yesterday.  Plumbing is a younger man's job, or at least a man hardened to it.  I guess that just means I have to do more of it or get used to having a grumpy body.  As I have waken, and done a few things, I realize that the trouble with sleep last night was because there was no way to get comfortable.  I was, and remain, sore, in many places.  Yum!  It makes me feel better about yesterday.  Even if I wasn't successful, I did get a bit of a thrubbing and workout.  Oh, yes, Doom works for that.  Never command what you yourself won't endure.  And, when in command, those under my command will know Doom is in charge.  *grin*  Oddly, I never have trouble getting men to go the distance.  Didn't care if they liked me, but for some reason, they did anyway.  Mostly.

It isn't the sore body that is keeping me down.  For me, this is exactly when to double down.  I simply don't have the energy to focus or work.  Yeah, I do try to break through that.  Sometimes I can, mostly I can't, and there is always a price.  If I double down, or push on to triple or more down, then, at some point, my body quits.  I can end up sitting idly for a month and more, like when I went camping.  I am hoping that shorter drives when car camping, I won't have as much of a difficulty.  And, maybe, can expand from there.

I'm not sure what my limits are.  The condition of my heart does put some serious constraints on things.  Being out of shape doesn't help, but not be a thing that can be changed.  Still strong enough to rip the handle of a new valve, even trying to go easy on it.  I break things, I have mentioned that.  Further, as I stay on medication, I am not sure if capacity is a moving target or is relatively static.  Maybe as heart function improves, perhaps capacity tiers, but at certain levels, plateauing at the 5%, or 10%, improvement marks?  I simply don't know.  And I don't think they know.  No clue.  At least, at this time, I can't push past my health.  Whether my body and subconscious mind have presets they have learned over time, but outside of my conscious purview, or whether my body is simply more limited than my health, I don't know.  I only know that my body begins to tell me I've gone to far, and if I ignore it, it closes up shop and puts me on light duty.  If I then try to push it, my mind will go blind blank on me.  The old "hereafter" curse? 

Oh, the "hereafter" curse?  Ah...  That is when you walk into a work zone, pick up a tool, go to use it, and realize you don't know what you were "hereafter".  :)  Can't even remember HOW to use the tool, let alone what I was going to use it on.  If you want an example of how serious it is... if you aren't used to doing it, hand upside down for a few minutes.  I don't get the dizziness or other odd things, just the confusion.  I end up, sitting, looking at the computer, until the world makes sense again.  Lord knows you have probably read some of the oddest things I have written in that state. 

Still, I will enjoy my day, perhaps get to some research, maybe start up the grill for another meal this evening, and just enjoy what I can.  I might be able to get to the dishes, and put those bolts in.  Those are light enough, and mostly quick enough, and can be done seated.  So my 'other side' might allow those to go forward.  Or not.  Sometimes it is as if my butt is glued to the seat.  I worked the quads, gluts, and triceps, which are all a bit tender, along with a slightly sore lower back.  Delicious!

On to... whatever.  Later.