Pushing.

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I wasn't sure I would be able to make it out today.  Want, even need, is superseded, at times, by health.  My health is delicate.  Toss in snow removal and I was doubtful.  A few silent prayers, and intent, saw me to all that was necessary.  

I will rest, for a while, now.  Adjusting to the weather, season, lack of sun... or more.  I never can quite tell.  So long as I succeeded today, all is good.  A few days, weeks, or months of rest may be needed. 

Good night.