Was thinking it would be later and more painful.

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My waking that is.  I didn't think I would be up until mid-afternoon, like... 16:00.  And I really thought I'd be considering an ace bandage for my torso.  I really worked those ribs and my back over heavily yesterday.  Went to bed in screaming pains in those areas.  Oh, cool in one sense.  At least I know I can push.  Might not have been all that much, but what all I did was beyond my tolerances.  And I kept going.  Didn't get it done, but... there is no way I could have realized how much was to be done or in how short of an order things would have to go.  Live and learn.

The only pain I have today, waking I think before noon, is a bit of an ache in the arch of my back.  It is, even so, mild.  Just enough to let me know that I was stopped a bit long. Ribs, calves, the rest, are all just fine.  After realizing I was just fine, I checked on the stock.  It just takes a while for that to congeal.  By tomorrow the fat will have solidified and the stock will have taken form and gelled.  I have a few days to get that all set.  I didn't want to gel it because I initially didn't really want to remove the fat.  The thing is, you can't really split out the fat evenly, which is why I have decided to go ahead and remove it.  A bit of a forced play, but one, I suppose, I support now.  The other reason I didn't really want to get, was because to put it into containers I then have to heat it back up again.  Oh, why does my stock take more like 24 instead of twelve hours to congeal?  Because I made pots of 30~32 quarts of it at once.  If you only have six or eight quarts, that'll set very quickly, relatively.

On the other good side, I should be able to finish dishes today.  Perhaps do a bit of cleaning in the kitchen.  Maybe elsewhere.  Actually just light-duty stuff.  The cave needs a bulldozer drivethrough, and then a powerhosing.  But what it gets, when it gets it, will have to do.  And it will be light.

It has been cooler lately.  Sometimes late August, hereabouts, is cooler.  Usually it isn't.  As I remember things, for the most part, it usually doesn't really start cooling, as it is, until mid-Septemer, maybe early October?  I won't say my memories are great, and my sensitivity to heat can be a bit off, used to be much worse.  And, often, in hot years, heat-exhaustion... the type that accumulates over time... makes even moderate temps seem like hell on earth.  My thermometer, for in here, read 73 when I woke, I believe.  And?  I was almost on the edge of being chilly from it.  Still am.  All good.  Later.