Still a bit rough.

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Mostly the neck and shoulders, kinked.  It is as bad as it has been this weekend.  If that is half as severe as the first time.  I can't remember for sure, or if I blogged about it, but I think I nearly quit massages the first time, for the initial fallouts.  These are twice as long.  I still think my recovery time is vastly superior and increasing this time.  Even so, it is still rough into the third day.  Sleep is off as well.

By the time I realized to get trash and recycling out it was too late.  At least for trash.  They saw me take it out.  Apparently, if they have passed on their plan they won't come back.  Oh well.  If trash went past, I'll bet recycling was missed too.  I'll give it to early afternoon.  I never can tell when, and have seen both past noon.

A shower.  Perhaps a shave.  A little work on the feet, trying to keep undernail areas clear, sometimes I'll use a rasp.  Weighed in at 262.6, the same first three digits as the last two times, over the last five or six weeks.  No more loss, but down from 285.  The goal is 240.  If I can hit that, then I might get excited about doing more.  If swimming, even walking, is tempting.  If I don't think walking will do anything save, perhaps, get me to swim... if the water is and stays clean at the reservoir... lake.  I just don't think walking, even at .mil pace, does anything.  Perhaps with a pack?  Nah, that just damages the knees.  Hiking though, that'll do you for.  I don't think the path I want is open yet.

Today?  Kitchen carts put together, dishes, dailies, and naps as needed.  Tomorrow, the post.  Not quite up to that today, this morning.  Oh, perhaps a load or two of laundry.  Trying to get back into the swing of things.  It might kill me, literally, but I can't just quit. Hit the gas and let's see what will happen.  Already been dead, have more faith than ever.  Not in me, mind you.  I... that was one of the first things I had to surrender when I finally saw the way.  Empty, open, faithful.

Good day.
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Well, that was different.  Two and an half hours later they... stopped and got the trash?  I did need it.  Perhaps, on their way back further on the line after several loads, it worked out.  I'm not so paranoid as to think writing would influence?  But when you live in an electronically sophisticated Mayberry... just maybe.  No joke.  It's not perfect, but the efforts are made.  Even for one such as me.  Usually, or more, by most.  If I hold no grudges against those who can't.

Who ever really and truly knows anything?  Even I only every suspect, a suspicious bastard, but with a twinkle in the eye, and grin waiting for your surprised understanding.  Oh, you'll get it if it kills me.  Again.  Later.

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Recycling was taken as well.  I'll get the barrels in soon.  For the moment, after feeding the girls rightly, and breaking well into the day, it is time to crash.  Crash.  Not so much.  Just sleep I think.  Good night.  To bed before I crash.