Mostly recovered from the three day stretch.

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I have been awake, plenty, since returning Friday.  My sleep cycle is rife with holes... will have to be patched before an attempt at a day schedule can be attempted.  My body aches, of muscle and bone, from the shoulders up.  Hmm, while I rest I may try to remember neck and shoulder maneuvers every few hours.  So tired still I will otherwise blindly, simply, just... sit.

I put on a shirt that used to be too small.  It fits loose.  I didn't ever think it could fit.  The shoulders.  I didn't think I would fit a large... not extra large, a man's large.  I do need tall size, still, of course.  I just wanted to check another brand of large.  Crazy.  I am only down to the 260's, if I am muscling heavily somehow.  Not large bulk, but what I have is nigh onto feral, impossible, raw, strength.  Always been a sort of stupid strong.  This is heading back to crazy strength, by way of feral?  Yes.

I'll keep at it.  I also need to rest med-sets and begin testing bp again.  Ugh.  Can barely think.  I'll do it today high or hell water.  I have meat thawed, to be grilled.  Will have hot tea for fatted tea by the time that rolls around.  Ducks are fed and watered.  I won't push them out today... raining, gloomy.  I doubt if they care, it's more about me not wanting to herd them later.  Usually I will, several days a week, just not this day of recovery.

I called my mother.  All seems well.  It's good to talk.  This week I'd like to call my brother.  A few times a month.  I'd like to become friends again.  We have gone through phases.  I... think it is time to mature beyond phases.  And I enjoyed our last conversation, if that isn't the absolute point.  While many may be called brother, if your brother is not among them there is a problem.  Hopefully, if it works out, he might start calling when he feels the want or need to talk.  Once he... trusts.

Have a great day.  Remember the Lord's day.  Later.