Long hard day.

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As far as cripples go.  I woke around 4:00.  Getting out of bed about five minutes after, though that clock runs an half hour fast, so it was more like 3:30.  Here it is, 22:06, it just ticked.  That's nineteen hours up, plus pushing the day around, and with shopping.  I hit four stores, plus visited with my friend for... a while.  Oh, right, and I burned.  The sun was out.  I haven't seen the sun in a while.  Red Man, have no doubt.

I got most of what I wanted from the store.  I did remember the list, if instead of forgetting that I forgot my phone.  I didn't get everything on the list... just started missing beats and timing out.  I got what I could then returned home.  I have enough to start, and push getting the kitchen together for some culinary tinkering.  No baba, but I can make hummus.  Plus I have meat enough, and fruits, veggies, and onion and garlic plus relatives, which should all run me through half of the month, more if it doesn't go bad.  Yeah...  Quite a day.

I am sore.  I am tired.  I am gritty with dried sweat.  All good.  I told God, this morning, I think, that anything I did was to His glory (a bit of a trick, I consider this to be true whether I warn Him or not!).  I should guess that, give all and all, I offered up a bit of glory.  And, over the next few days, I am probably going to not offer much for glory, save a bit of an apology for not being able to keep at it.  Rest should see me back into shape before too long though.  And, I hope, I can still do a bit.

Good night.