No idea.

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When I finally went to sleep?  I was fried well before I left town on my way home.  Memory short circuits when I have gone that far.  I tried to locate the time, and put it in memory.  As I said though, I stopped being able to do that before I returned to pick up the charcoal.  I probably looked a wee stricken.  Foggy eyes, pasty paling skin, you know the look... in yourself, in others.  I never caught a second wind.  Ice water before bed, a bit of winding down, no food though.  Just couldn't do one more damned thing.  After the water, I don't remember much, even as roughly as I remember anything.  All good.  I need to find this place fairly often.  It and pain are the clues that I am hitting the limits and then going beyond.  It's the only way.

I woke at 2:00 or 3:00.  In good shape.  Tired, in a distant manner.  Sore, but not in a place, just... sore, roughly around and about body and mind.  Every muscle has just a mild sense that it has been stretched, pushed, pulled, just a bit out of kilter.  But no one piece, place, or thing is more than the rest.  I am guessing, just very roughly, that I went to bed somewhere between 17:00 and 19:00.  My sleep it becoming pretty regular, right at eight to nine hours.  Unless I end up taking two four to six hour naps in the day, but I didn't, so...

Sure, exercise has been what has been cut.  And while I don't like that, it is the least functional thing.  It won't always be what is cut, but this time, that was the decision.  Once I get the cave in operating order, and am maintaining it, it will more often be projects that get cut.  Until then, it will be exercise.  Priorities.

Today, after I wake, I'll be hitting the kitchen.  I am fairly close to having that about ready for mopping.  Once there, I'll sweep, everything to be mopped, again, then hit the bathroom and niche with the mop.  Then wait until that dries to vacate the kitchen and mop in there.  I think I'll have it today... if I can squeeze the work out.  I am definitely limping.  Still, I think I can.  If I can get to that, and feel well enough, I will hit the bench.  Tomorrow I am hoping to begin digging into the living room.  Oh, if I get that far, it'll be very light duty.  Thankfully, much of the first part of the living room is light duty stuff... if that is the work I really hate.  Organizing.  Bleh.

Later.