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I struggled with the alarm longer than I normally would. Resets, the snooze bar. I was trying to force myself awake over some block. I simply could not stumble awake. Once awake, I could not function. I kept hoping I might get wind to the sails. It simply would not happen. I won't be doing much today. One part of me wants to go back to bed, the other part is too awake now. I don't hurt, I just can't feel anything.
The machine finished updating last night. I suppose it is about as good as it gets. The printer works, more or less. When it wants to. A couple of things I tried to print, if from internet connections that weren't allowed all their cookies, wouldn't print out. Some things have printed, such as the map. Such is the way of things, I suppose.
Today? Rest. I have no choice. A nap in a few hours, most likely. I might pile dishes into the bin, and soak them. Other than that, I don't know. Not much. I pushed a little too hard in several areas, pulled out of a fall, if I think I just delayed it. I have food prepared that will last a day or two. I thawed some of the new pork, and could grill that tomorrow. I am simply too tired, right now, to think much.
I am disappointed that I didn't make it. I had more reasons to go than I have discussed. It just wasn't a choice. At least I prepared, in case I could go. Maps, clothes, shoes, all ready. I did what I could for as little as that means, sometimes.
Later.
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