Still a bit of a rough day.

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I have definitely been pushing.  And I will continue.  I am just about to hit the kitchen.  Not a lot of work.  Clearing counters, maybe washing them.  Perhaps collecting what of the dishes remain or have been used since I washed recently as well.  Well, and trash, perhaps recycling.  I have all boxes, save the one I am using as a container, broken down and ready to go.  Well... of the boxes I had out there... the ones I have cleared and cleaned to go.  There are always more boxes, it seems.  Bleh.  Because of little sleep and illness yesterday, I missed medicines.  I am back on them today.

I am also trying something I had talked about before.  I usually won't do this on the weekends, but I wanted to test it out.  I am wearing the weight vest, but just at forty pounds.  This part of a the vest goes up to sixty pounds, and I have another section which takes the sum up to a hundred pounds.  I will, as a general rule, be wearing that around the house.  Taking it off for bathroom functions of all sorts, and when I am out of the house and yard.  I'm not sure that I can wear the rest of the time, but I will be using it extensively.  Yeah, it... does weigh on you.  I've been wearing it for two hours now.  Remember, Roman soldiers, typically around 140-150 pounds, wore 80-90 pounds of armor when they marched, when they built barricades, when they constructed bridges... in scale that would be about 160-180 pounds on me.  Then again, the typical legionnaire was between the ages of late teens to 40, give or take.  Twenty years of service, then the good life, give or take, if you didn't piss off the wrong sort.  Yeah, I may take it off for the day.  Just wanted to see if forty was okay.  It's okay, mostly.

I'm glad I put in a programmed mother's day post.  I really would have forgotten.  I was thinking it was next month.  Since it popped, and I checked to make sure on top of it, I called my mother already, and sort of mid-morning.  Not too much chatter, just... She knew why I was calling, the rest was fluff.  I know it made her happy.  Not just today, but the last few times, I've been trying to tip-toe so as to give her the last words.  I didn't realize, until a few months ago, that I... was aiming at the last word.  I realize I don't need it, but women seem to like it.  And, at times, that is fine.  So, I've been working to give her the last words.  It's a little thing.  Consciously or not, they notice.  Drives em' nuts if you work at it.  Anyway...

Later.