Awake and good?

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You know, I think so.  I just feel better.  Not the best, not even normally healthy, just... better.  I've been rough and tumble for a while now.  Nothing too horrible, just nothing that is fun to fuss with.  Already sandbagged, this sensation of being really out of sorts adds another sandbag... but they aren't equal, so add to both the weight weighing me down and a large imbalance.  Still off, but, better.

Today?  I don't know.  A shower.  Some cleaning in the bathroom and kitchen if I can hit it. Setting up dishes for a soak if I get the shower in.  And getting laundry back and ready to go if I get that far.  If I can do a load of dishes and laundry, cool.  If not, just having things ready will do.

It looks like a device to help put on compression socks is in.  I don't need it because I lack strength.  Actually just the opposite.  I stretch socks too easily if I just pull them on.  Now, that is a lot of work, and tires me for a bit or lot, so I am hoping it will cut the energy expenditure, while allowing me to keep the compression in tact and help the socks last longer and be in the right place instead of elongated.  I might get out to get that today, or tomorrow.  Bleh.

Later.