Major nap.

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I sort of suspected that, having waken four hours earlier than I have in nearly a week.  I waited until afternoon, technically, then fell flat on my pillow.  No dreams, though I think I woke in there.  Sam wanted in.  Sassy was a bit late, but took my calves instead.  Crazy cats.  Sleep was wonderful.  First thing I did upon waking was shower.  Yes, I have been a bit... too tired to muss with that for a few days.  I love showers, I love being clean, but if waking around and/or standing are a bit much, then, well... I don't.  I catch up when I can.  Farmer, lawyer, etc... if you have to go long, something has to go short.  Figuring out which to allow presentation status for the needs and demands is the trick.  Currently I am free to choose, skip, decide, without... problems.  So I do.

My arms are still sort of mushy.  They can tighten up a bit, with use.  For now I am just recuperating.  And that means slack guns, mostly.  That was more work than when I had gotten up to benching 300, just before moving out here while in Iowa.  I'll bet people, then and now, were expecting me to pop.  It actually makes me think about getting that heater going, then beginning to work out some out in the garage.  I can obviously, at least for the moment, handle that in the medium-short term.  I'll think about it.  I would have to get some clothes for that sorted out, figure out the heater, and all else.  But, yeah, possible.  That and snowshoeing.  Then again, I tend to push until I overdo, then end up exactly where I currently am... on my butt.  Still, worth a shot, something, anything.  What will kill me is never getting up.  Plus I like to do things, when I can.

Later.