A day of just, mostly, rest.

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Even with pain pills, I think today is just not going to turn into a workday.  I do feel a bit better, not enough better to do much.  There are a few minor tasks I could do, might do.  Putting up the laundry, most of which is folded.  Perhaps running the wrinkled stuff through the dryer with a damp towel.  Maybe a bit of policing in the living room.  Not much, not for long, but some things might be done.  I pushed a little too hard lately.

The microwave stand will not be in.  The company sent it to the wrong address, after generating the incorrect address somehow.  Then, sent the thing to a town in New Hampshire.  When I called to figure things out, a UPS rep suggested that I just go right down and get it.  I didn't bother explaining to this woman from, I am guessing, India, that NH is 2,000 and more miles away.  Nor was I going to debate it.  I bought the item on the premise that it would be delivered to my door and I expect no less.  Sure, if local, I could pick it up.  But that isn't what I paid to do.  If they wish to be billed for the delivery, and my time (energy really) is precious, then so be it.  Otherwise, I will see the package on my doorstep.  New Hampshire pickup my ass.  So, at least I don't have that sitting here, tempting me to overextend even more.  Putting it together isn't a great expenditure, but it isn't minor either.  It would draw on physical and intellectual, and on a day that finds me nearly bankrupt.  And, I know I would have put it together if it had arrived.  I want that done!

Actually, I may get to the plumbing today.  That is just irritating me greatly, not having that finished.  Well, and pushing might not be as bad as all that.  Yeah, it'll hurt.  Either I will grow into more capacity or break, or even die.  Only one of which would be a terrible thing.  Recovery is a bitch, or can be.  Death and greater capacity are all... well... good enough.  Plus, as I have mentioned, I am not lucky enough to die quite yet.  Daring fate?  Me?  You haven't read here much, have you.  Or you don't pay attention, or can't put two and two together.  I can't tempt fate at this point.  I am so far beyond it that I grin at the notion, laugh outright sometimes.

Hmm...  I best get something to eat.  Yogurt sounds too weak, bacon and eggs I think... and something else...  I'll figure it out.  I need real food this morning.  Later.