Everything feels right.

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I relaxed, last afternoon, in preparation for sleep.  I needed and took time off, just easing down toward sleep.  Then, finally, at about 18:00, I went in, laid down, fell asleep without issue, and slept until 4:00.  I did not wake, fuss, hurt, or anything.  I woke without any pain for the first time in... I... don't know.

Today?  It's not a work day.  All that means is I won't be working to the beat of a drum, fast drum.  In some sense, at this point onward, every day is a workday, save Sunday unless my ass ends up in a hole.  The devil you say!  Well, just using the good book, so...  Anyway.  Plans?  Why yes.

After waking, making the bed and prayers.  Then setting the last load to finish drying or fluff, taking a shower while that goes, then setting the remaining dishes to a sudsy soak.  While I fold then rest, I'll hit the dishes again in two hours.  Then, every few hours... two or three depending on condition... I'll go find an area or project to attack.  So it shall go from now on.  Something to the meaning of some words I still don't fully grok, compunction and others, and prayer.  An understanding that while I can't rise above sin, Christ can free me from it, the indignity.  Something has further changed.  It's not... diminish... go west.

The work is there, cut out for me well.  If I do finish, then maintain, then other work will find me.  Fasting will continue.  So it will go until the next call, opportunity, end.  Things are different, in a very good way.  Oh, rosary too.  Couldn't get that in yesterday.  Good morning and day.