Fingers ached.

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While I slept the two middle left finger bones actually ached.  On the right hand it was the thumb.  Not sure what I did to deserve that.  Now, understand, I don't list everything I have been doing, and I have been doing much.  Still, I don't know what I have done that would make digit bones hurt.  Perhaps I have been doing more hand tightening than I thought, and with a two hundred to three hundred pound per inch grip, I suppose I can... really put the screws to things.  I may not realize how much pressure I put on my body parts, including fingers.

Yes, sore, as a general state of being, this morning.  Triceps seem to be outstanding in that area, the left bicep is in the running, as is the left (my left) kidney area... but that is topical so not the organ.  I must have bumped something wrong there?  The rest of the body is a dull roar of slightly milder pain.  Goody.  Anacin down the hatch.

If I do anything today, it will be to set up the drain in the washroom.  If that works, and I still have juice, I will take a shot at the kitchen drain.  It's possible.  Oh, and it snowed.  I should check to see if snow is on the menu, if this is a one-time thing, then whether this is wet so needs a fast removal in any case, then make a decision.  If you leave wet on, you just get ice, and that is a mess.  But if it is mostly fluff, and there is another inch or three coming, then... I might wait.  But if it's a six inches arriving, it might be best to remove whatever, as it arrives, rather than facing two feet of the stuff at once.  Ugh.

On the good side, I did get Christmas taken care of early this year.  Mostly.  And I have been working well.  Things are changing.  Alaska is looking... more and more possible.  All I have, to this point, is dreams of anything else.  I have seen neither hide nor hair of my quarry.  Or... shouldn't it be the other way around?  A bit of both anyway.  Which is fine.  As I wrote, the idea isn't to become a homekeeper, it is to become stronger, and functional as needed.  A means to an end.  Heck, even my feet are looking truly human finally.  Thin, more like swimming flippers, and merely dry not scaled.  I'll keep working on them though.  Not sure how to get that last bit of dryness gone.  Ugh.

It looks like they have decided not to choose complete self-destruction, if the choices are merely shades apart.  I wasn't needed before, less so now.  I am enough different that, without an anchor, there is no reason for me to stay.  How long have I been in this area anyway?  This is, or is nearing, a record.  I don't like breaking records.

A bit of time to wake, then on to my day.  Good morning, and day.