Yeah, pushing.

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One minute past some unknowable bedtime after a bit of pushing and I lose it.  I can't remember... anything.  Seriously.  I just hit something.  Then, every time I go to do something, remember a name, recall anything and... it isn't there.  Words are lost.  The world gets so very small so quickly.  Bedtime.  Can't do anything else.

It was a good day.  And while I didn't finish raking, wasn't up to it solo today, I did a number of other things.  Plus, I'll get to raking soon enough.  This week or next, if weather holds.  Might have to do it in small chunks.  As long as I load what I rake, I don't mind.  I don't want to leave piles out there.

Tired.  Tired beyond tired.  Good night.
Okay, I did eat.  But the rest of it seems... familiar?  I can't think of a better word, so that will have to do.  Wow.  That drop was fast, hard, and nearly complete.  Maybe sleep and a day of rest tomorrow will work it out.  Still, it's a painless place that I am in.  I think?  Not sure I would know.  Memory is gone before it is created.  I think.  Thank God I never used drugs.