More rest is needed.

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I do have a short list of things to do today.  I am still pretty beat up from what I have done, and I have so much more to do, that I do wonder.  I can only hope that a week off will do.  And then I can only hope that will have been enough to get back to heavier work, that while trying to keep fed, clean, and all.  Then I can only hope I can finish all, then keep up on things after that.

Even though I have been doing little the last few days, and sleeping well, and as wanted, I am still a bundle of soreness and pain.  More from being so tight, at this point, and being unable to loosen up.  I keep doing little things in an attempt to keep from simply freezing up, or rusting shut?  Food goes in, which helps.  But cooking gear and other dirty dishes pile up behind.  Ugh.

Oh, today?  Collecting dirty dishes, collecting trash and recycling and getting it out, tinkering with the laundry, and leveling the dryer.  That's the goal.  If I get a shower in, the dishes can go in for a soak... if, or when, I have them in the bin.  Along with the trash I will be thinking about cat litter.  It will be changed out for the new month, but today?  I am sure I will have another bag of trash to go before the pick-up day.  So whether I change it today, or sometime between now and then, will depend on whether I have it going, have the time, and this time since it isn't time critical whether I feel like it.

Now, I keep saying, it isn't about feelings.  And yet feelings are only to be completely ignored when real things have to be done.  If there is time or room or other considerations, then feelings can be brought in.  Though too, in this case, how I feel is more of a physical than emotional state.  Though, with time, both can be tendered.  Though too, in some cases, half dead or just feeling blue will mean nothing.  When the mission is critical, do or die.  I don't think many people have had to go there.  Not military or civilian, not directly.  I have been, in some ways, living that for the last 30 years.  I didn't "just" survive.  I must have been doing the right things, and right over a dead body tripping me up, a mind without enough oxygen, organs on the perpetual verge of failure.  That is assuming nothing else.  Been treated for ptsd but... according to them, without reason.  So there is probably more in it then that.

Oh, sudoku?  I have only been able to get to 9 seconds lately.  I haven't been playing twice daily, or even daily, lately.  Had so much else going on.  And, I think, when I take my body to physical exhaustion, it trips up my speed a bit.  I think I hit 12 seconds today.  Then again, 32 seconds was still in the 100% zone yesterday, compared to others who play.  Still, I'd like to hit 3 seconds, because I really think I can.  Then again, the latency and some other things on the phone and in the programming might be the limiting factor.  It might not be me.  I'm not a techy, I don't know how to test such things, or fix them.

Hmm?  Lunch, of some sort.  Then trash.  Oh, I'll find out how best to dispose of the fluorescent tubes.  If memory serves, from working as a janitor at school my freshman and sophomore years, you just take them out, put them in the trash barrel/bin/cart, then break them, from a distance.  Yeah, I was also a janitor at the church, with my foster family.  I think it's good honest starting work.  And... even I learned some things.  Still, I want to see if that is still the advised way.

Later.