Such a strange life.

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Why things happen as they do will never make sense.  Waking this morning, without pain, in gooder spirits(tm) is, hrm, fine, I guess.  Appreciated, absolutely... simply, to me, a surprise.  A great gift, really.  I am enjoying.  As well, another oddity, I didn't, for the first time in years, need to void in the night... usually a four (at the least, though rather usual number too) time a night thing (on or off medicine).  Sleep is vastly superior without wakes.  Almost uncomfortable with the wealth of fitness returned from such a grand rest.  Though I had a disappointing dream.  In it my mother denied to someone special to me much... all... strange things, some of which she knows to be true as she spotted some herself and actually informed me regarding.  She does that.  Cruelty, fear of the unknown, wanting to fit in, other things?  I was able to fix that, but I shouldn't have had to do so.  Sometimes she will brave the truth, mostly she will recant even what she knows at the slightest resistance.  Perhaps that is just how most dames are?

Whatever.  Thing is, when I woke, after all those things registered, along with the realization that my feet and ankles are not swollen (a triple bonus extra gooder spirits(tm) item, and another grand surprise), was that I might now be able to begin tracking time and date again.  Yeah, it's been... that rough lately.  Better?  Even gooder(tm).  Still in exhausted recovery, but, if I can escape sickbay, I'll give work a hell of a shot.

Good morning and day.  Always double down... to the good.