Better for no good reason.

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The pain lifted.  It was there, like a ton of bricks, crushing the life out of me.  I just went about life.  Suddenly I realized the pain was gone.  A bit of stretching and testing seems to prove it out.  Not that I am suddenly full of vim and vigor, but if pain stays abaited I might get there.  I loaded dishes, started on food, and hope yet to do a load of laundry through, with a load dried out and in the dryer.

I may nap in there, hoping to get to the post office by it's noon closure... unless it's some sort of holiday?  Don't hate, I usually don't remember my birthday.  Not a health thing, just my specific brain wiring.  I have attempted to correct it to no good ends.  Can't find calendars with Christian and US holidays either, and the smartphone/apps reset with every reset.  I gave up.

A bit of a problem is that it is snowing.  I don't know how much is expected, will check.  The plow isn't attached if I doubt it will be needed.  However that still leaves shoveling.  I'll definitely need a nap in there.  If the pain stays gone perhaps a good recharge can happen in a hurry.  If I can finish dishes, the first shot, I can leave the shower open for when I wake.  Then do laundry and reset dishes as I edge to a walk to the post, or a shovel and drive.

Sorry, Buttercup, I just don't think death is in the cards.  What was all that about?  Perhaps a different kind of death.  Yeah.  Maybe.  Men, some, don't end in some ways.  But when they realize the hunt is over, they can park it out back and just walk on.  A different sort of death.  That is my bet.

For some reason the Catholic links have stopped populating in youtube.  I don't know if the authors can reject, or if that is sjw action on yt's part.  Or even advertiser complaints.  I strongly suspect one or both of the first.  Happens often.  Should check to see if the vids have been yanked.  Yeah.

Later.