Something improved.

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Was it the bit of sunshine that came through?  The heat that came with it for a bit?  Was it just that I have been tending thirst, so now might be able to work on food?  I don't know.  I do know I am feeling better.  Even if I don't get to much, I suspect I will get to some things.  I'd like to get another shower, then hit dishes.  Soaking some, washing what has been soaking, and maybe kicking it all through today.  As well, I'd like to hit the laundry.  Just taking care of the clean clothes that have been just sitting there.  With that done, the baskets will be open to hit the final chapter in laundry, probably beginning tomorrow.

As well, I will begin gaming again.  It seems like a small or even counterproductive activity.  It isn't, not always.  It can help me stay more active, closer to wakefulness, and be useful as a timed event between other chores.  It's not perfect.  My plans, designs, systems... simply not perfect.  But in a body like mine, there is no such thing as perfect.  It's not a matter of staying up, or just getting up, but getting up when that is possible and suffering through when that isn't possible.  For a gogetter, being down is horrible, claustrophobic, terrible.  I only live because I have learned to suffer.  In this time of suffering, however, I just saw through the window to a tomorrow of action and thought.  Might not be there quite yet, but I'll... get to what of it I can, even yet today.

Good afternoon and day.