Too much.

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Well, on a normal day, yesterday would not have been considered too much work.  I, however, need rest and to recoup.  It seems the muscles are overworked, and they may be.  But there is something inside, something deeper, that simply has to rest.  Call it the spirit, or the mojo generator, or whatever you like.  It is only parallel to the physical, perhaps with aspect of or related to the physique.  But it has been ground down to an open wound all about.  Only time will fix it.  So I will be taking the week off.

Oh, showers ever other day, maybe a bath on a few of the of off days...  Cooking and keeping up with that and dishes, but simple food.  Long sleeps, naps, and such as needed.  The only thing I will keep up with is snow.  No new snow yet to this point this morning.  But it's beginning to feel a lot like Custer.  Still, shoveling isn't too bad.  And if I really can't, I just won't.  Hand tipping the washing machine from the floor, on my back and knees at times, didn't seem all that bad, but I think it probably was.  Though that was just another add of another insult to an existing injury.

The sun is not up today.  I really hoped it would be.  Adding salt when it will be shining all day, as weak as that is in the winter, seems to really crack through any ice, help melt even the snow, and let it evaporate swiftly.  Beside that, when tired, cold, weakened, and sore the sun is good for the spirit.  Yeah, this week off, mostly.  Oh, well, I might do a few small loads of laundry per day, at least once I find my folding board.  I suspect, for it to lead to fast folding, I'll have to practice.  Though it may never be as promised, maybe it is just junk.  Time will tell.

Good morning, day, and later.