Another opportunity.

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Nothing more done yesterday.  Too tired.  I did stay awake until 18:00, then called.  She sounded much better.  I think she was pleased someone cared enough to check more than else.  It, sometimes, really is the little things.  I crashed as soon after that as my mind could sort to do.  Odd how, when extremely tired, my mind and body have to gear or maneuver to sleep.  I can't usually just crash, unless I am already falling, if that sort of fall isn't exactly truly sleep, more of a bodily failure.  I woke at around 4:00.  Fought it for an hour, uselessly.  Ten hours seems steep, but I pushed six hours past when I would have gone to bed.  Not bad, given the givens.

Cold again today.  Maybe that is just me.  A shower in an hour, two, less?  Soon.  Then back to work if possible.  No grand plans.  I think those get me in trouble sometimes, if that gets me going other times.  Just not this time?  Right.  I was thinking about taking the trash out.  Then I realized that all I have for trash is two pizza boxes.  Yeah.  One job I don't need concern myself regarding.

I'd sure like to do something today.  The wrench in the works is dishes.  So, that is the plan.  Other than a shower and shave, nothing else is planned.  Although, if anything else goes forward, I won't naysay it.  Focus is on just those.  All good.

I am noticing that the massages seem to be... correcting, helping, shaping.  If I could add swimming...  My feet, from skin to muscle, as well, are really doing well.  I can clip my own toenails.  And technically, I can reach to do the cuticles.  But I wimp out when doing those.  If it hurts, better to let someone else do it.  Those on my feet get so hard they are like razor sharp rays.  I guess they hurt because they harden on into the skin?  They are less painful each time, probably even less so as I moisturize my feet, even just occasionally.  Worth the money.  Walking is much better.  And I do believe the body is improving.

Good morning and day.