Midnight.

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Yeah, well, I wake when I wake, I guess.  And then I will do what I can.  My lungs are feeling better.  I can now take breaths deep enough that it flexes my ribcage enough to just tickle-hurt the muscles.  That's a good thing, or better than the option most recently available.  For the last few days, filling my lungs half full would commit me to a few minutes of coughing, I presume in an attempt to flush fluids.  My lungs aren't completely dry, even so.  But I am not perpetually at the level of coughing.  Now just once in a while.  Unfortunately, my body itself is super-dehydrated.  Not sure how I will work with this kink, exactly.  I'll be upping my daily dose, not doubling, going forward.  And I am backing down just that bit, or more as needed, until I find some kind of middle ground.  Most likely, I am simply going to have to suffer through it, hoping to eventually get past it or simple be able to deal with it.

Heavier exercise is off for the week.  I need to see how this is going to go.  Limping to the weekend finish line is just about what I can do.  Though, this is into the third week without a real single true day off.  Not bad, truly.  I would like to do some cleaning, if I am awake for sure.  Shopping in the morning, plus check and gift delivery, plus collecting my mail.  First I do need to hydrate a bit.  I keep some gaterade around just for this.  I may have pickle juice too... it's actually far superior, if I have it.  Though, at this point, I probably need a bit too much to depend on either alone.  Ah... I'll definitely add pickles to my shopping list.  I rarely eat the pickles, but the juice, for me, is unparalleled as to hydrating a parched body.  I prefer the juice with big hearty chunks of garlic, dill seed, and other gunk.  Don't know that those things help, they just add texture which I simply enjoy.  An half cup, to cup, of that, and no matter how dry I am, it gets me back into moisture by the next day, or within eight hours if I have to be awake.

So... on light duty, the goal is to finish off the back areas of my cave by Friday.  If I finish sooner, then on to the living room.  Either way, Saturday and Sunday need to be taken off, cleanly.  I need rest, real rest, and then to make that a regular and sure thing.  Perhaps Monday I will begin putting exercise back into the lineup.  Not optimal, not how the plans were set, but then I knew failure was not just possible, but probable, and I pushed well beyond indicators.  And I am still doing something.  I'll take it.  A learning event.  I am still getting stronger.  Ah, more fluid.  Thirsty!  Need ice, but it's on the list.  Later.