Awake. Considering work.

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I am not in good shape.  My midsection is sore as if I did a bunch of setups.  I promise, no such activity, or anything like it, has taken place.  Aside from the twinges, the muscles are more solid. Setups, or having sparred with a superior boxer, working on defending that area.  If so, I lost, if not as badly as if in a full speed fight.  Painful tickles rather than deep serious bruising.

I dreamed, but it was a good dream.  Fanciful too.  I don't remember more than those.  Something like obtaining a '57 Chevy, the fastest sort.  Enjoying tearing up the highway. Then to find it can fly.  I only remember waking with a smile.  Knowing I had a lot of fun in at least one dream.

I went ahead with one of my jobs, before sleeping.  The dishes from that were set to soak.  I am hoping to get that and two more jobs, plus another shower.  No promises but I think I can.  A load of wools too.  I'm taking frequent showers and enjoying.  Keeping much more up on my feet.  Which is part of the reason.  Odd that the feet still feel dry, as if they would grab socks, but they don't.  It is strange.  Doesn't matter if I use lotion or not.  They feel the same.  Though if I slather them occasionally they really are even smoother regarding socks.  Very strange that, by hand, I can't tell much difference.  They feel very dry and raspy.  Thought perhaps it was my hands, but that doesn't make sense?  Odd.

I'm still waking from the nap.  We'll see.  Later.