Extra sore.

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I ended up staying up a bit late.  I went down around 1:30.  When I work like that, sometimes it takes a while to come done.  Waking at 10:30, at first, seemed excessive.  While an hour or two long from my usual, given the late night and work, nine hours is reasonable.  And it is cooler and dark this morning.  All good though, I've had sun for several days now, so those particular batteries are recharged... or something.  The sun really does help, until it hurts.  I could have waken earlier, but to be honest, I felt terribly sore.  I didn't want to face that.  Funny thing is, now that I am up, while I am just a bit sore, tight, and such?  I'm actually not all that sore.

As I laid in bed, and would drift toward consciousness, I wasn't sure I would be able to do more work today.  I was lamenting.  The work wasn't going to be as difficult as yesterday, but it would involve heavy, steady, effort.  Using the axe, piling smaller limbs, stacking small to medium five foot logs, and trimming the side growths around trees and up their trunks perhaps.  Then, perhaps, using the weedwhip.   Still, it's mostly physical of some sort.  I was so frustrated.  Now?  I actually think I will get to some or all of it.  Might even get the ladder back out and bring the Christmas lights down.  Who knows.  Sore, sure, just not that sore, too sore.

I hope to get to work just a bit earlier today, if possible.  I want to have breakfast a little quicker than yesterday.  I'm not sure, with the late start, if I will get out any earlier.  It might just be earlier compared to the time I woke?  If I want it, I best begin breakfast right now, so I best do that right away.  About the best goal I have is a 13:00 start.  I'll work on the limbs first, then the weeding, saving the ladder work for last.  I hope you have something to do?  I'm sure you do.  Maybe that I get to it will help you go after it?  Later.