A pleasantly hard morning.

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Did I actually write "morning"?  Work with me.  Just...  *wink and nod*  It was just about noon when I woke.  I couldn't go down until about 4:00, but went down fast and probably a bit too hard.  Lots of aches and pains, but of the sort I really like.  All physical, all from work.  I was doing the equivalent of yoga, with a decent amount of weight, yesterday.  Lowering this piece at a slow enough rate so as not to chip, or shatter, the glass weight, but lowering it with fine details so as to allow bolts to go through small holes.  On my back, on my knees, almost always bent over, often bent and twisted to look around, and up to the underside of where some things needed to connect.  All... day... long.  So, really, I wouldn't complain at twice the pain.  And, actually, I am surprised that the pains I felt while falling into sleep did not worsen.  No extra swelling, no extra burn from muscles, no nerve twinges as my body unwraps nerves that must have been twisted about bone and other immovable objects in there.  No, not even a good solid hard body of pain.  Just... a little twitch, burn, and stiffness.  Oh well.  :p

The toilet, and surrounds, look to be dry.  I have used it twice today.  One for the morning bladder factor.  One just because!  A waste of water, I suppose, but... I have so few successes of late, that making it work was a simple joy.  Do it again, daddy!  *flush*  Oh... yeah.  If I had it, I might even consider champagne.  Well, later.  I am still hoping to get to town and do a bit of business and a little bit of shopping.  Perhaps grab a meal.  Absolutely no promises, mind you.  Just, it's still on my mind and I have some mild hope.

I will say this, if I can do that, I still have some serious potential physically.  While it wasn't demanding on strength, stamina, or sticking to a task, at full blast, in any of those areas, it did require a mid-level push in all of those areas at once.  It means there is still something, or somethings, I can do.  I do need to figure out how to do this sort of thing more often, and for longer term and in more complex areas.  I do need to figure out my all-stops, so as to work around those.  I found that, if prepared, as prepared as you can be when starting any project anyway, the job goes forward much more easily.  Using my down time, working through object failure to function to at least do some prep, and I might be able to do more serious tasks.  Yes, I want it.  The answer?  You can't stop halfway through.  The question can only be asked by those who can handle the answer though.  Hmm....

Now, the next few projects are much lighter.  Sanding the workbench, preparing the finish.  Sanding and planing the wooden supports for the open porch roofs, then staining those.  And, darn it, I want to open up a full place in which to hone one of my straight razors.  Sure, winter is coming.  And I like to go bearded in the winter.  If I can get to this, I can live without a beard for a winter.  It's the idea.  Sacrifices need, at times, to be made.  There are other projects, as well.  Some of my projects are just about to completion of their more expensive legs, so I can move on to... say... purchasing supplies and tools for a serious run at fixing the en suit bathroom.  I am amazed, as I do various little and big jobs, as just how many tools I do have.  I am no longer a humble houseman.  I am nearly mid-level.  A few more tools, if they are the big ones, and I will be getting into contractor level, if more a static one... dependent on one location, an immobile workshop.  But that is good enough for me.  I am, myself, pretty much, immobile.  So it is fitting, for now.

Later.