I thought.

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Waking and sleeping are crazy.  Four hour spreads, regardless of bedtime.  And, now, this morning, all of them, it hurts.  I thought I would escape any major session of pain.  Though there may be a reason other than physical from shoveling.  Probably a mix.  I keep missing medicine.  The pain isn't the worst I have known, not close.  It just isn't all that good.

On the good side, the sun is up and out.  I can't quite handle having it invade my a.o.  So it lingers just outside, if it creeps in around the curtains.  A cheering action, so no attempt will be made to keep it out.  Not always is the sun welcome, but this is one of those days.  If I had a way to do it, I might even go out in it for a bit.

I'll see what I can do, keep up on things as I can, do what I must if nothing else... if possible.  Oh, I went to bed in time to be up early.  And I woke early.  I just could not pull it together and wake.  I tried many times, finally surrendering to the fact that anything I did would simply make waking more problematic.  Even now, sleeping an extra five hours, I feel like taking a nap already.  I'll... see what I can do.  Later.