I worked it.

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Up late for it.  Then couldn't turn the machine off until even later. It was past 3:00.  How much later I can't know.  The brain fused into a single fudgy ball of purple haze all along the watch tower.  Waking at noon thirty, and grateful for it.  Not feeling bad in the way I had been, mostly.  Though that may just be the new pains masking the old.  Stiff from that much activity, sore from sleeping so soundly.  All good.  Even if the new pain is enough to mask the old, novelty wins the day!  At this time it seems I am to suffer.  Variation is the spice of life, even in my world of pain.  Or... hot diggity dog!

Today?  Today!?!  You bastard!  I barely crawl out of my grave and... talk about beating a dead horse!  *grins*  A gas, all of it.  Uhrm, right.  Seriously, today, shower and shave, cleaning the inside of the coop.  Setting up the nests a bit, a bill to be paid, and maybe a trip to town.  Some minor shopping, grocery and cat treats.  Oh... registration, if... not that today.  Gah!  It's stupid, waking at noon.  Half the day is gone.  Ugh!

Well, perhaps a bite?  No, not yet.  I have to wake a bit .  Stiff, sore.  I think I've been wrung through an American coffee press.  More filter, done correctly, which it was, more slowly and grueling of a process.  Still?  Amen.  I do it as often as I can, if that doesn't mean much.  Then again, when I am not doing it to myself, my health is.  Just deserts?  Later.