Human.

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Alive anyway.  Yesterday was the best day I have had in a while.  Did some small bits of work, too.  Ate twice, and well.  More laundry will go through today.  More on the dishes, at least a rough wash and set to an extra soapy soak.  Plus two or three other tasks.  One of them is even a bit bigger.  Then, if there is time today... if not then tomorrow... I'll hit the living room.  Clearing a space to focus on the computer is the next goal.

Nothing hurts, nothing is swollen, nothing is out of sync or place of mind or body.  Just a bit of soreness, remnants of a body that has been very badly out of shape for a few days.  Nothing I haven't handled, and easily, more times and in more ways than any human probably can.  If it isn't the innards giving out, or in, or bruising my body getting back up, or tearing into my next project, then something runs me over.  It's my lot.  And I suffer it gladly.  Better than not being one's own, I suppose.  A servant of God, true, then to a child.  Now I am expected to follow along in wisdom as I can, not be told every step.  Of course, with responsibilities come freedoms.  Odd that a sometimes crippled up gimp has more freedom than the healthiest folk at times innit?  *wink*

Hmm... coffee, a bit of gaming, and carrots and peanut butter.  But first, changing out the laundry, one load to the dryer if I forgot last night, a new one in to the washer.  Later.