Better, awake, resting.

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It's a good day.  There remain aches, stiffness, and other pains.  Milder though, easy enough to mostly not notice while doing almost anything mundane.  Even so, another day of rest is simply required.  Rest doesn't, now, mostly, require a nothing day... just a light day.  I didn't get to the boxes on the small sofa, today perhaps.  As well, if nothing else other than to get out, I plan on raking.  Maybe just a bit, as yesterday, maybe more.  I'm not going to push, not today.  I will do some, go over simply being tired, allow the lungs to be used fully, but I'm not going to complete exhaustion.  Between that and boxes I should get enough tinkering to be satisfied.  Though if I can get dishes going, or a load of laundry in the rotation, or perhaps hit some part of the kitchen, I will.  No promises, just a bit of a hope.

As to food?  I grilled pork chops last night.  A solid flame sear really adds flavor.  I cooked four, ate two, have two left.  I'll bake potatoes as I figure the day and wake as well.  Even with the char flavor, I am having a difficult time eating.  I just can't taste food, no smell.  They say one is the other, smelling actually is taste, is what they say.  I believe that only up to a point.  Hmm... I ought to test my sniffer.  Vinegar would do.  Though I smelled the window cleaners more than easily.  Still, perhaps my sniffer is off?  Bleh.  Even the red pepper I added to spaghetti wasn't tasted.  And while I initially thought rep pepper flecks were rather mild, these ended up being rather... warm, almost too warm if I am not careful, typically.  Wait, I actually found that, at some point, no matter how much I add it doesn't actually get hotter... but that, usually, it is rather warm at full strength, surprisingly hot for what I thought it was.  Then again, I honestly can eat habanero without too much... without any fuss.  As a sauce, not sure about biting the pepper whole, mind you.  If that really isn't, generally, the intention of any pepper, not even jalapenos... mostly.

A song from some long time ago.  Women bands generally don't last, and for both obvious and not so obvious reasons.  Still, some of their tunes either age well, or their time comes around again, perhaps in a new or different way.  So, to my mind, is the case with this one.


I ought to continue waking, then figure some things out.  Have a good day, figure a way in, out, over, through, under.  And get it done.  Later.