Up well and early.

.
.
Going down so late after such a long day, I wasn't sure when I would wake.  When I am doing better, it is usually earlier... or closer to what has been the schedule.  I guess, given that I am up well before I would have predicted and bedtime would have dictated, I am doing well.  It doesn't, exactly, feel like it.  My torso is still in recovery.  The lovehandles to the core are all just a bit ticklish after the exercise in movements.  Drop that boom, lad!  Oh well.

Today?  Rest, mostly, and gaming.  I know there are things I could do.  I also know I need a little breather.  Perhaps another load of laundry.  Maybe some dishes.  I could get to the toilet, finishing that as I please.  And I may.  Those tasks won't break into my rest unless I force march all of them, in a hurry, altogether.  The question is whether I'll remember, then stay on focus, to do all or even one of those.  The mind is an awful thing with a stressed body.  I used to be able to operate while running long hours, and operate well.  That isn't so much the case these days.

Oh, and I ought to get something out to thaw for a few meals.  Chops for the grill, a pound of burger for... some... weird mix, oh and beef ribs for the grill.  Cook it all and live off it like a king... it's a good way to go, imho.  Later.