Still pretty sore.

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And I haven't figured out my medicines yet.  I am sleeping and awake more normally, but...  It wasn't the simple part of the little bit of climbing, it was going over, under, and around branches, while climbing, that tested my muscles.  A slow game of dodgeball, sort of.  Some serious scrapes were had, as well.  That bark has bite.  Balancing while cutting, I would have thought, would have gotten me.  But that seems not to be the case.  It is all upper body soreness.  It was enough of a test that my muscles were acting weird for the first day of recovery.  Twitches.  Muscles rarely used were exercised well.  Today I get to help cart off most of the wood.  I need to get a shower, then maybe lay out the wood, put some in a wheelbarrow, and set aside what I want to keep.

I am needing to sleep with the ac on.  I suppose it might be cool enough that if I just open the windows, or use the fan on the device, that will work out well enough.  It's just that thinking straight at bedtime is a no-starter sometimes.  Not always.  Gotta think about these things as I go, and sometimes ahead of time.  Which... is exactly what I am doing. 

Today?  Other than wood work, I only hope to get my medicine on track again, again.  I keep falling off, and worse, horse trading to stay on.  I need to get this all set back up, and keep it there.  No, it hasn't been the best summer.  Spilled milk, though, as they say.  Can't change that, but there is tomorrow.  Today is a little rough.  Tomorrow, proverbially, it is.  Later.