A bit of a ugly thing already... so far.

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Hmm?  Oh, the day, younglings.  I woke late, a quarterish to nine.  Going to bed well past midnight makes it fair, if still late on a localized timeline... mostly, barely?  As well, my neck is still knotted.  Either I have a charliehorse in there, or a gland problem.  I am definitely hoping for a muscle problem, which it probably is.  Hurts a lot to swivel in any direction, even swallow.  I had to take aspirin just to begin working it, in an attempt to open it up.  The pain is inside, and out, of my body.  It centers on the right side of my neck where my jawline meets the neck proper, actually an inch into and below the jawline.  Not a good spot.  Although also exactly where a kink would form from looking at the tv while gaming too long.  Which... yeah.

As for readings.  Not the worst, or best.  I am hoping to be up to fasting this weekend.  That would help some, maybe all.  Especially if I can do Friday through to eating Monday.  In time, with potassium back in the queue, I'd really like to try five or six days.  I'm betting three weeks wouldn't be bad.  It is figuring what foods to get back to after.  What I have been told is false, much of it.  Potatoes are fine, as are most vegetables and at my serving sizes.  Steak and lamb are excellent.  Milk is at least okay, if volume is more of an issue, though with each item and all combined.  Smaller bites.  Still, learning foods, if no reason not to cocurrently explore fasting, which more importantly enhances a good spiritual life, makes the walk with God a bit... more pleasant in an odd way.  Oblations, alone, as all Father receives and the while, add even greater togetherness.

Today?  Wought is this today business?  :p  Well, I'll do dishes, fold the laundry, replant one or both horseradish plants, process limbs and the small trees, take a shower, and... be ready for work and dinner later.  Putting ac upstairs, removing wood, maybe work on the gutters... oh, and trimming the last bramble on Sassy 's back.  She has gotten much better at taking care, just a little help from time to time.

For dinner?  Just a butt roast, pork, potatoes, carrots, milk, and maybe cottage cheese and pears?  Yeah.  He has had my main foods, grill regulars, save pork and lamb.  Even my chicken is good, if I remember TO NEVER BUY CHICKEN (OR SEAFOOD) ON MARKDOWN!!!  Sale, yes... but look, smell, check dates.  Chicken is not... times out almost before the sell date, definitely by flavor/texture.  Time crunch sale?  Never.  I have two packages in the freezer I'll be throwing Sunday.  Actually, they aren't bad, just not tasty.  I ought to see if a neighbor might want some for a dog.  I'm no dog hater.

By feel, no swelling on the neck, or heat.  I'll look in a bit.  Tea and medicine, plus waking.  Oh, I realized how to explain what my conditions collude toward, summed, while dreaming.  The dream was sorting symptoms, as if discussing with myself, others, the universe.  It would be as if superman came from earth and went to Krypton.  Just barely able to survive, in a gravity field at least multiples higher than that of my original home.  I can never fully rest because I am always being squeezed, even while I sleep.  Always, everyday, every moment.  Torture.  I know that.  And, still, I have learned to love even this life, to abide and thrive in suffering, and to cherish hope in my life and for others who suffer.

It's STILL a ugly day.  ;p

Later.