Another seemingly good day.

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Something about something.  Not quite awake yet.  I'll get there, and well.  I am sure of it.  Sleep was good, no disturbances of sleep though that didn't seem to matter.  They say it does, somewhere underneath... disruptions of sleep is supposed to be really bad for you, at least for extended periods.  But then, when have I have believed or listened to them.  Further, whatever they say, it doesn't matter much.  If you have to wake, you have to wake.  So even if true, it matters little.  I just go by how I feel and do.  If that chalks up to an okay score, I don't worry too much about what they say.  Damned talking heads!

Yes, even when I roll out of the bunk I am already looking for a tussle.  Well, then again, how the hell do you think I got out of bed in the first place?  *grins*  I do wake fast, sharp, and I pop.  I never just leisurely climb out of bed.  Even when it appears that is happening, on those rare occasions, it is because I have brutally abused my body, pushing it far beyond it's abilities, or I have given it far too little sleep or am forcing it to wake in the middle of my bodies greatest need for sleep or from the deepest slumber.  Given the givens, I pop awake.  The pop, however, stops there.  Oh, I could wrestle an alligator, go for a sprint, or something else foolish.  But, given my druthers, I will drag my sword behind me, use as little brainpower and strength as possible, until... it's time... for whatever.  It is, decidedly, not time for whatever.  It will get there on this day.

Boxes, sweeping, mopping, more kitchen cleanup, and the final bits to finishing the bathroom.  Oh, and the laundry.  I won't plan much more.  I'm not absolutely certain of these things.  But that is the plan.  If I end up with more time and energy, I will look for chores that don't cost too much of any of my resources.  I am still, sort of, on rest day.  Oh, and it is Sunday.  I wish I could take the day off, but while on a roll, I can't.  I do hold Sunday as holy, but God knows I have to work when I can.  It could all fall apart tomorrow.  And I have much to do.

The work I do isn't just about getting specific things done.  Not solely.  While it is nice to have my cave clean, true enough, doing these things is a start.  It is where, and how, I can start.  The goal is to use these things to sharpen my body and mind, to create access within my home to doing other things.  This is me working out at the rate I am able, doing what I can, and doing good work.  It is the start, not the end goal.  If I can balance the domestic surf board, then I can begin going further into life.  There is no use to trying to negotiate the world without having a functioning home.  It's a bit of a trap, for bachelors.  You can get lost in your home.  But given that I am lost to my home by health, for the most part, for now, that isn't too much of a risk for me.  But, if I can handle this, perhaps I can find a way out.  Priorities, direction, function, and form, all wrapped into the simple acts of developing a systematic living situation where I live and sleep.  Yes, health indeed is returning.

More coffee!  Oh... one thing I did this morning was look up some information regarding some of the things I am planning with tools, and the shop.  I need to sharpen some of my tools, including, perhaps, the chainsaw blade, shovels, an axe or two, and perhaps a few other things.  After grinding rust off a few of them.  I have never sharpened anything but knives... well... and straight razors... which reminds me... I'll get back to the straight razors after the kitchen is finished, at least.  Anyway, I had no idea how to sharpen these things.  Wait, I do have ideas, but not exact enough notions.  So I went looking.  I'll add some things to my list... honing puck, brush, bastard file, soft teeth for my vice, and find out which size file my saw takes, and then, as I eventually begin managing tools, I will be ready.  Still, if you have those chores to do, or want to know how some suggest how to do them, here are a few videos.




I suppose I should get another cup of joe and begin beginning the start... I suppose.  Later.