Another rough go.

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Yesterday, last night, this morning, third shift/watch?  Call it what you will, for as long as is what it was, it was difficult, harsh.  Neither could I sleep nor truly wake, work well, or even game.  I had a list of things to do as well as a few projects not in the ledger.  Buying candy, for example.

Halloween snuck up on me.  I hate missing out on that.  Far from a grump, I enjoy giving treats out, seeing rugrats doing something different, and just enjoying the show.  They, in good or hard times, are our future.  Paying some small tribute, as well, seems... wise.  Not this tear.  I don't dare keep candy in stock.  I'll keep at it.  Failure isn't an option, it is a guaranteed result unless you quit trying.  Just not every time in every way.

Still rough, though it might be improving.  I was able to force washing the dishes and setting them back up twice, finishing two bean dish types and finally storing them, barely.  I hate going through all that work, not putting the food away, then having to toss.  Sometimes I honestly have no choice.  It galls, remembering such while my insides feel to be self-cannibalizing from lack of food.

I do hope to do the paperwork and finish dishes tonight.  If a few other tasks are finished, all good.  A shower is planned too.  I don't want to overdo, which might not take much as things are.  I need to get out soon.  Ugh.  Things are nearing a completion level which might allow longer states of sleep without the horror of knowing major problems remain.  Rest and healing.  I need to heal in the dark and cold.  Perhaps it has been too long.  Time will tell, though just from what I have had my arms have healed amazingly.  Having cats, with untrimmed claws, means occasional nicks.  With healing being off and slow, some had turned to scars.  With the sleep my arms, save very fresh marks have healed.  Even most of the scars are gone with the few remaining greatly diminished.  Nice to know that uncanny healing, to a degree, remains.

Hmm, now for a meal.  Later.