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I must have worked more than I thought. Thought working legs often results in that. Leg muscles are the largest in the body. It didn't stop with those, either. Worked? I think overworked is more like it. Even so, with the worms in and other things going on, I can't just stop. I need to create a bed for them, or two. Initially it will just be a bucket with shredded moistened paper and soil. Oh, and ground eggshells. In time I am hoping to get some of those larger storage containers, nest two of them... the top one with holes drilled for drainage. For now, simple, just to see what I am dealing with. I need to do the simple one today. I have heard these worms won't/can't climb out. I trust nothing, so will proceed, at least initially, as if they could and will escape.
Sore. Stiff. But that has receded a bit. Mostly just my arms, a bit of the core of my torso, and still my legs which seem to have it the worst. Something I will be looking for is a non-sugar, unsweetened, electrolyte replacement drink. I've found one but it seems rather expensive. Maybe the good ones simply are? I take vitamins and minerals, extra, in these categories, already, because of the water pill and my heart. But if I am going to stress my body, I need to add even more. That might help with the pains and stiffness, though some of that has to happen. It's just, I would have thought I would be over it by now.
I did thaw meat for today. I think I'll grill though. I still have dirty dishes to work on. I may attempt to get all of those last bits done. Then grill for a while as well, until I have the kitchen in as good of shape as the bathroom. The bathroom has become a jewel. Some of it is old, it can be dusty, but compared to what it has been for a little too long, it is a jewel.
Mostly today is a day of rest. It just has to be. I burned out the week. I did contact the place where I thought I ordered starters. They say they don't have an order, so I will call them tomorrow. As well, I will make several other calls. Ugh. It's tight when days and nights are tumbled. And when one is so sore. I'll... get to it. Later.
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