Pushed, more, and then some more.

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Then I paid for the ticket to ride.  I can't say exactly, though I am thinking I have been down for eighteen hours.  I got up to use the facilities fairly often, and drink more milk or water before going on back to sleep.  So, yeah, I think I probably pushed a bit much.  And my muscles are sore and weak.  You know that queasy sore/weak muscle problem when you have the flu or such?  Yeah, that.  If I dreamed, I don't remember.  I didn't let the girls in, I needed to roll and scoot and shuffle and they would have been a problem.  I did feed them first thing though.  Poor dears.  They were even patient.  They know when I get ill like this there isn't much I can do.  They weren't even pushing me for food, probably surprised I remembered.  Oh, well, they do have dry food.  Always.  But they really like their canned.  Usually one a day, two every other day in the winter to help with being housebound.  I'll definitely feed them again later.

All good.  It's winter.  I've been shoveling, off and on like a madman.  I could use with a few more days off.  I do need to do laundry, and dishes, and the house in general.  Not sure I can.  I am pleased with what I did though.  Not bad.  I still think that being more active, doing more work, is the way to make it.  It's not nice, easy, or without price.  I don't know how much is good and what is too much.  It's tricky.  I think I did too much but not quite critically too much.  I may end up sleeping long "nights" for a bit for it.  Or not.  Just... putting out the daily report.  Later.