Friday, May 15, 2015

I've done what I could for the week.

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Tired, now.  Almost a bit punch drunk from it.  Pleased.  I've been thanking God every night, save on those nights where I just went down so fast I didn't even realize I had made it to bed.  That has happened.  I'll continue through the weekend, only much lighter work, more spread out, with longer breaks.  I am really looking forward to the weekend.  I might even just go to bed shortly.

It never stopped raining while I was in working condition, so the area rug will just have to wait.  The rest of the stuff got hit, some of it done.  It had become difficult to focus.  All good though.  One of the things I did was to grill several meats.  I turned to beef slices into sandwiches.  I had no room for anything else.  Heck, that is one of the biggest meals I have had this week.  Oh, but on the food thing, I don't think I need to boil as many eggs as I had supposed.  One or two eggs per meal seems to be enough, and then some.  I figure eighteen eggs, and a cup (dry) of the mush mix, will see me through breakfasts and lunch for a week.  I don't, won't, always even eat supper.  That is one step toward figuring out my future.  Nutrition is vital, regular eating is required, and the good stuff is the way to go.  No organics were masticated in the video.  :p

Yeah, my body is definitely done.  It wants to keep going, in it's way.  As do my mind and spirit.  But after abusing last weekend, I don't want a repeat.  I do have limits, upon limits, upon limits.  I'm punching holes in those as if there is no tomorrow.  And, I suppose, I can... for a while.  Eventually either the fee will come due, or I will seriously grow, or most likely bits of both.  There is nothing like suffering for the right reasons.  Plus, as I said, I add my suffering to assist those in purgatory.  Nothing like a little wind in the air when the sails are otherwise flat.  Trust me on that one.  Can't get them through to safe harboring, but I might buy them a little more time to figure it out.  On my side, I call it the blessed burn.  And it isn't even a vanity thing, mostly humbling, as I see it.  Or how I try to keep it.

Good night.  I hope you have enjoyed the show.

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