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Just a bit stiff and sore today.  And hungry right away.  When I first woke, it seemed much worse.  The pain softened fairly quickly, but the hunger grows.  I really don't have time to do everything I had hoped.  Rotation, first thing, if that is available.  Then to check on the car wash times and availability.  Then a couple of grocery items to buy.  I'm actually, potentially, pressed for time enough that I may even shove off without that absolutist shower or bath that is all but required before leaving the cave.

Hmm, I best grab a bite to go on the way to the shop.  An Arby's roast beef sandwhich, the biggest they have... either two, or one with extra meat.  Meat has what I have been craving.  Can't get enough of that stuff.  Skip the fries, just the meat and the few carbs by portion from the bread or bun.  Then gnash as if life depended on it.  I had fries last night, and one other day this week.  But mostly just the sandwiches.  I need food!

I know I dreamed.  The dreams weren't too crazy, but they were in such scattered areas of thought, and plentiful, that it because epic in that way.  I must have dreamed a lot of dreams.  Mostly reality centered dreams, just of such different flavors.  Imagine seeing a picture out of the lives of twenty people, taken every day for twenty years.  The pictures all mean something important, the biggest point of the day.  Though not all were represented in pictures.  Some where more like a series of skits, some where in other ways.  That's not exactly how it went, but if you imagine doing that with enough people, you can see how it might becoming mind boggling, then numbing, after a bit.  I don't remember much, just that I dreamed many times and of varied notions.  It was enough that it almost felt like being in the whitewater again, only of the mind.  Too much at times.  All good, now that I am awake.

While it looks like I will remain a bit stiff, at least until pushed out of it a bit, soreness, mostly, is going.  If it stays, it will be mild.  So many things left to do, but no more hiking, not until I return.  Well, at camp, but that won't be paced movement or with a pack, mostly.  When I get back, I won't have a ton of time constrained efforts on top of getting out, either.  Though it looks like I'll have some house cleaning to do.  Bleh!  I'll see what I can kick out this weekend, but I am not expecting much on that front.  I will try, just not sure how much I have left to give right now.  Later.