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Oh, right... my blog.  Go figure.  You either get that, perhaps have done it, or not.  I won't trouble your weary head with information that just won't make sense or mean anything even if I took the time to explain it in an excruciatingly detailed manner so that you would at least entertain the notion, if not see any point to it.  Give or take.  Hmm?

A good sleep, just not as much as I would have hoped.  Just about exactly at seven hours, I think.  Normally that is fine.  I just wondered if I hadn't taxed myself yesterday.  Then again, that isn't seeming to matter.  My body is figuring out how to jump that rail and run the track like it belongs there again.  And I don't seem out of sorts today.  Winding down, sure.  Last night my mind began to take note of the dark halls and blood memories in which it was... born... lived.  No, not insanity, just the price of a life hard lived, tragically loved, and finagled for it's absolute earthly value.  When living on the edge of extinction, even while fit as not just any fiddle but a Stradivarius, darkness surrounds.  I was born to die young.  God said no.  That was a reminder of that life then, and for a while even after my fall.  Old habits.  The ghosts remain, and when I dig, or they do... or is it me who is the ghost?  Well, whatever.  There we were and this morning here I am.  Back with the living, regardless of my condition.

Yes, I mean, a good sleep.  Resting enough.  My feet are doing better.  Powdered well.  Oh that stuff helps.  My feet are on the mend.  As well, with the gloves, and being in town, I purchased aloe vera gel.  It said 100%, but later upon reading the label, it has a lot of stuff in it.  Whatever, at this point.  I slathered it on my hands, donning cotton gloves, and went to bed.  I added more this morning, and will continue with the gloves for a while.  The hands are rather burned.  I don't know if this is the best course.  Being that I don't have access to medical, am just using the doc as a bureaucratic put, it is what I have.  It will either do or... it won't.  Time and care, and maybe this.  At least I can still type with the gloves on.  A little slower, but not that much.

Today?  Right...  I need to find a small box for one of the returns.  I also need to call E.B. again.  The woman who kept putting me on an interminable hold was the only one answering the phone yesterday, after reaching the first operator who... attempted to help.  Do they only have two employees, then only one after some point?  An angry black woman who really didn't sound like she wanted to talk to anybody.  Hopefully, if I can reach someone who can help, I can get that packaged up as well.  Then?  Ah, finishing the dishes, on to boxes, a small load or two of laundry, and dinner later.  I am back to intermittent fasting, but just day to day for now.  Next Monday, if all is going well, I will add in a three day fast... just once a week at first.  If that goes well, maybe make it back to back.  I don't know.

Tomorrow or Friday I will get the packages loaded up, along with the broken down boxes, and make a run for it.  Looking for a couple of cards to send as well.  And, if the boxes are gone by then, I'll put the new kitchen cart together and get it rigged for business.  I do have another shelf for in there coming as well.  Organization makes life a lot easier.  But it seems to be murder difficult to get that lined up.  More spaces, more shelves, this, that, and the other.  If you can get ahead of it, you just might be golden.  The other trick is the spaces have to be convenient for you.  I have many spaces that are too low for me to effectively use.  They are better for large items, but not heavy items.  And there is much wasted space because I just can't easily get to it.  Most women can't employ the high spaces.  For even with a step-stool, it's a scary area for them.  Gravity for them, knee pain and back pain for me.

Well.  Enough.  Just figuring out, mapping out, life for the next bit.  As much a prayer in hope as a plan.  Isn't that the way of it, in truth, anyway?  Not a complaint, just a simple understanding.  Good morning and day.