Exactly off time and... that other thing doesn't make sense either!

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Off time?  I mean I started at 15:00, exactly as I had wished not to start.  This and that, then 13:00 sped by, 14:00 flew by, and 15:00 almost scampered through.  Coattails, skin of my teeth, name the nature of my catching of 15:00 whatever you wish, so long as it seems impossibly thin one way or another.

I dressed the part, grabbed my kit, and got out to it.  Sort, chop, crunch, chop, pile, sort... So it went.  It's cooler today.  No sun.  I am wearing less, as I don't have the chainsaw helm on.  I worked a shorter shift, just about 40 minutes.  Yet today I am sweating.  I didn't sweat a noticeable drop yesterday.  Perhaps I had to work the sweat up, then double down, to get the moth balled body out of retirement?  Maybe just that system?  I did get red.  Red as a beat.  Yesterday.  I suspect I am red as a beat already, though I can never tell.  Sometimes yes, sometimes no, sometimes for emotion, sometimes for work, sometimes I just don't get red.  Huh?  Dunno.

The work I am doing today is, to my mind, a lot easier.  It is as fun as work gets.  Which, actually, is pretty fun.  While God cursed men and those like them to live from the sweat of the brow, He added something that, if seen humbly, makes the effort a pleasure.  Sometimes my body just isn't capable of... getting there... or even if it does, it can't seem to interpret the pleasure.  Then again, when muscles are screaming for blood while organs are already on the edge of expiry... the pleasure simply cannot overcome the pain.  So what has changed?  I'm not sure anything has.  I just know I can work, and I can enjoy it.  Even with my internals doing flip-flops.  My insides have hurt for months now.  Just not enough to keep me down.  Then again, I have things to do.  I can change some things, not others.  More?  I'm not sure I would change certain things.  I can live or die without this or that and have it not concern me a spot.  *wink*  The devil you say!  Not so much.  A past time, though even then that wasn't quite right either.

Iced tea, a seat, some time, then back to it.  I am not worried if I get it all today.  I will simply work for a while, rest, and repeat until, soon or late, it is all done.  Suckers, weeds, wood sorting...  I am putting the green in one pile.  Not good for much unless someone wishes to strip that and dry the mains.  The very small twigs are being collected in my main work area.  Yes, those are just as necessary as bigger pieces.  Next, a pile of longer medium twigs, then heavier mains.  I am using my axe or gloved hand to take off the smaller stuff... whichever seems most functional.  It is good work.  Honest work.  It might even mean something.

I can't believe I sweating so quickly today.  Then again, I almost can't believe I am working.  I really wasn't sure that would happen.  If this keeps up, I could get a lot down around, and then in, my cave.  In July, I believe, I will order a commercial dumpster and begin taking things out.  I can probably have a lot of it down, set in a easy access spot, ready to go.  When clear, sweeping, vacuuming, mopping, steam cleaning, and washing walls will begin.  I'll shut off each area as it is completed, sealing it as much as possible.  Time can happen quickly, on this side anyway.  I have little of it to get ready.  Even then I may have to... hmm... fudge?  Yeah.  One way or another.  I have so much to do, in and out, first.

Well... back to resting.  Later.