Tired.

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Happily worn.  That sort of feeling you get when you feel like you have done something.  I am not sure I can sleep yet, though I think I can shrink wrap my world in preparation for sleep.  I feel very good, as I like to feel.  Working yourself into condition for sleep makes sleep a medicine, joy, pleasure, need, rather than being just a simple function.  If it snows tomorrow I will shovel tomorrow, unless it starts to snow and doesn't stop.  Though maybe even then, just to not fall too far behind.  If it doesn't snow tomorrow, I may still get out and do a bit more of the frontage area.  Oh, and I am hoping to get back to work on the inside as well.  Laundry, dishes, the freezer, the kitchen, and the bathroom are all on my shortest list, if the order of the list isn't well defined.

My friend called.  His sister will be here until Friday.  She works him like my mother works me, comparatively.  He being more ill, as to affect, with age.  She shopped him until he dropped too.  My mother did the same thing, several times though.  All I did was let him know that I understand, that I think it's funny... more so when it's someone else's turn, and mostly let it go.  He said they had work to do, I made a simple offer but was told they had it handled.  So be it.  I didn't really want to work, I only thought it polite to offer.  Many have helped me.  And I seem to be doing slightly better of late.

Yeah, a bit of gaming as I chill toward sleep.  Good night.