A pretty good morning.

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It might be a noon thirty start.  Not sure but I may be pinned, mostly, to my chair today.  The pain is quite mild, mood is good, and fog is light.  If those things aren't in that order, resting doesn't take place.  I suspect I need rest.  That doesn't mean I won't work.  It simply means, of the three general areas, only one, and mostly in one zone, will be entertained... catching up on dishes and in the kitchen.

Work won't start for a couple hours, if it starts.  Simply the basic physics of my physiology coupled with various variable highs and lows.  Still, I have solid hopes.  As well, reading should be available again today.  Fog is the main impediment to that, not a problem so far today.

If it weren't for the really hard times I wouldn't enjoy what most of you probably consider normal times.  Nominally pain free, clear thinking, with only light friction against thought or action.  What baffles me is how close those two different examples of wellness can be... hours, even moments.  It's like having a house lowered on you, then lifted, at odd times, without sense.  Doesn't seem fatal.  Whatever.  Later.

Oh, if you are interested in helping?  Now or ever?  Even a short prayer to the God of Abraham though not the one said to be the same god by Western fools while denied by the Eastern monsters, save when it allows there terrorists passage.