The burning remains.

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As before, the burning seems to be from the outside in.  It is milder, though still potent.  If you have ever come in from the cold of winter, to have your ears seem to burn, that would be an aspect.  The aches and pains remain, perhaps lesser, difficult to say.

I loaded dishes up, just easy to wash ones, and they have been soaking.  I am probably going to take a nap right after posting this.  I don't know if I can sleep.  It would be worth a shot.  It would make being awake longer into the real day tomorrow more possible.  Oh, and some anacin before I try.  That might help in several ways.

Oh, while I don't have the worm bed together, I did get to a part of it.  I have been seeking and shredding mail, old mail.  Lots of it.  Much more to go, though I have shredded enough for, to my mind, the wormbed, or even two.  Now that composting and worm ranching is on the menu, all that stupid junk mail will finally have a use, excluding being a financial security threat.  I bought a better shredder.  While all things can be put together, this would make doing that, and having it be useful... in time... much less likely.  It takes sixteen sheets a time, which I don't generally feed.  Putting in, say, ten sheets at a time and this thing doesn't even cough.  In some ways it will, in time, pay for itself.  Though, from now on, raking and saving leaves will be my true main carbon grab.

Life is coming together.  There are so many things one needs to focus upon, with a home, with gardening, with this and that.  It is difficult to keep everything... impossible really... working right, in the correct direction, with the right tools, and all.  Some have thought the more the better.  That rarely proves true, save for twofers.  That seems about as much mutual annoyance that seems to work toward mutual success and successfully.  While that can be tight, too, it... has a really wonderful ring to it.

On to a nap.  Good... night?  Sort of.