Oh my word!

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I was only able to stay awake until about 8:00.  I thought a nap, perhaps, and waking before the post office closed, might be in the works.  Nope!  I slept until 19:00 this evening.  I woke several times through the sleep, to go to the bathroom.  I hurt so much each time that I tried to make consciousness as brief as possible and attempted to forget as much as I could.  At some point, perhaps even before I crashed, I realized it had snowed.  I couldn't tell how much.  Oh, and I had a package I hadn't been expecting... forgot about I suppose.  Good think I looked, and good thing it showed up so early, before the second bedtime, or it would have frozen.

I was sore all morning, then slept and woke in pain.  When I woke this evening, I was terribly sore still.  I... must admit.  I was afraid of shoveling.  Still, out I went.  I did find gloves this time, winter gloves.  Work gloves are not really good for this.  These are cheap winter gloves, but good enough.

It was work, sort of.  To be honest, something has changed.  Shoveling snow, at least what I have, isn't what I would now call work.  If it is really heavy, deep, or both, sure.  It might get that way.  But at, probably, two, maybe three, inches, I was doing it fairly easily.  The real work was more standing and pushing an aching sore and stiff body.  That was the real work.  I got through it all in one go.  Thing is it is still snowing.  If it stops before long I will sweep if what is there is light enough.  If not I will have to shovel again.

The way I am feeling, I do not know that I will be awake all that long again.  I need to make sure my cellphone is charged, and within hearing, for the delivery tomorrow.  I have no idea when they are supposed to arrive.  Though, with the sleep I have been getting, I should be able to at least be up, dressed, and direct the installation and check the systems.  If the washer doesn't have cold runs, it goes back with them.  And I want everything leveled.  Period.  I hated having a stove on which the pan was at enough of an angle that all the fats could go to one side!  If I had known the stove was that light, though, I might have asked someone to help.  I just thought it would be heavy as the dickens.  I might even be able to do it alone, with a... little thinking and right action.  Still, I don't want to have to mess with that on my own, or ask others for help.

Who knows.  If I am able to stay awake for a while, I might do some work.  Later.