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Sore but not tired. Twelve hours down. No dreams. Only minor fussiness. Waking a few times, Sam or Sassy beating on the door or yeowling. Is that Chinese... Catonese? I knew one of them was a damned commie spy! The other is a government stooge though, I think. Damn those pet treats! Anyway, I went immediately back to sleep. When I need hard sleep, I don't let them in. Plus they have been in with me for the last three or four days.
Almost to the sore state that begins numbness. I do have dead zones, the main muscles used for sawing and lifting. Must be lifting and sawing right as my back only has minor tickles here and there. Getting some solid vein poppage. Actually, I feel better than I thought. I have phone calls, dishes, planting, and maybe a shower and/or shave on my list. Calls are easy enough, but I'd like to do some physical work too. Maybe. A late start, so I best at least line up calls first thing, make them in a bit. Any actual work can happen any time, even after dark.
The lungs are actually doing better. Perhaps greater stress on them helped make normal breathing simple, or I fully pumped out air, cleaning and clearing right to the bottom, perhaps something(s) else, or even a combination. Life, as to breathing, is much better. One of the calls today is to investigate swimming. Maybe once a week to start, or twice actually. No pass until I see how it goes, summer and winter. It is a closer drive than the last. Yeah. That will help.
I realize, for the rest of my life, I will struggle. To push, pull, jostle, with hurt, focus, even breath sometimes. But I was built to last. I have a long gruesome road out there. And, yet, I'll tell you, I am not just subservient to the road ahead, I am... looking forward to it. I think there is still a lot of good out there yet, maybe even a woman. Crazy as such a notion is, there it is. It's good to have peeps, and dames are all I like. Mostly like them. A rose by any other thorn.
Well, I'll wrangle the numbers I don't have, wake, read, game, then get to it. I'd sure like to plant things today, even over dishes. I really need paper plates. Later.
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