Feeling a bit better.

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My stomach often feels as if it was used in place of a punching bag.  For the last... four weeks?  More?  Something.  Why I can't speculate.  It hasn't gotten soft.  The pain is 'day old', in that it isn't as if it had been used as such a day ago, but more like three to five days... give or take.  A general band, about the size of a cumberband, around the waste, both sides and center front.  Not so rough that the area softened, just enough, actually, to make it tense even harder when bumped or such.  I've had that off and on since I have been sick, from the late 80's on.  Never have figured it out.  Not sure why it has become pervasive... started before I attempted heavier work.  Didn't get better or worse.  That and recovering from strength use and increases are pretty much what I have been dealing with the last two weeks.  On the good side, anacin does help... when I remember to take it.  Just once this week.  If I am not working hard, I generally require that I suffer.  An advantage for working hard.

This week?  Don't know.  I would really like to get back to cutting.  I'd like to hit the easiest first.  I'm not exactly sure which of the three pines that will actually be.  I do know, with the wire gone, two of them will be much easier.  More, cutting up into one may make cutting up into the other also easier.  Two of the trees are a bit too close together.  Beside enjoying the work, it's good to take a little risk now and then.  At least on your own time, in a way you see fit.  Don't let others push you into it, or push you past your own intent or will to it.  And don't have an hen out there cackling about this and that.  Damned dangerous.  Risk, as with bread, is something men need, if not all of it.  And, as we get older, there is some hope that the need will diminish.  Probably should have for me, but I slept through so many years, I now have excess reserves for my age.  *grins*

Trash, tonight.  Dishes too.  Maybe laundry.  Sleep is still really off, but I think I can figure out something for this and that.  If I don't have five hours to run three hours of work through tomorrow, maybe just a couple here then a couple there.  Same with today and tonight.  Work when I can when all else is stink over smile and spinning at a terrible pace on top of it.  No worries, these things too, if I can catch my breath and the rhythm, are quite a little pleasure too.  Who needs feet firmly planted on terra firma when there are seas, skies, and space yet to explore?  And, more, the heavens themselves.  Let loose and learn, for not all of your days should be spent in toil.  And when freedom rings, have at it!  Yes, yes, just woke.  So... have at you also!?!  Only if you disagree with right proper man-thinking.  Dames get a discount.

Later.