Turning north.

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Not that life is hugely better.  Just that, since the brutal waking, life had improved.  Anacin helped, I am sure of that.  But it wouldn't be helping by this time.  Coffee and medicine were good to me.  A bit of gaming, when the game doesn't snag and I have to restart, or let the machine rest a bit.  I do like the Fallout series, but man are they buggy.  No patch or work around, often.  Saving and getting out will usually fix the problem, unless it simply crashes and you lose whatever you had done in the last bit.  Saving often seems, somehow, to keep the crashes to a minimum.  It almost seems like the programmers meant to punish those who don't save often.  Still... it's something to do while I can't do much else.

I did reset the dishes to soak, and seriously looked at the laundry.  I really need to hit the laundry, and dishes.  I might, today.  Maybe.  I would also like to do a few other jobs.  Not too much.  I am not ready for a major hit.  I may be ready to do a bit here and a bit there, between resting.  Maybe.  I want to rampage through the cave, ripping everything that isn't nailed down, and then bring in a high pressure sprayer!  But that just wouldn't work well.  I have to... hrm... I have to hit it in an organized and thoughtful manner.  I have many things in a queue, even if that system has come to a stop.  It is still there, just covered by complication, ill health, and layers of cover.  It's still there.  I will get to it.

Just a bit, today, would be good.  Good for morale as well as the practicality of opening up room for other things to go forward.  If I was going to ask for prayers, it would be now, on this.  A day or two, if you can remember.  Just pray that I can keep it together and move forward a bit.  Not just today, but this week.  I remind, prayers for another are also good for the source.  Nothing bad can come from a little face time with God.

Well... a bit of gaming, then, maybe, on to either the laundry, back to the dishes, or maybe a bit of each.  Later.