Dinner, that was about it.

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A chuck roast and chicken drumsticks, well spiced and tended carefully.  Not just good, amazing.  I don't know why food goes from terrible to almost magic.  Same point of purchase, same recipe, same measure of doneness.  Sometimes I can barely eat food, especially chicken.  This time it was not only good fresh, but a few pieces were seriously good cold.  The beef was excellent warm, and I am betting warmed as well.

I heated the cave.  I ate enough.  Medicine was used.  I dressed warmly enough.  It didn't matter, I was simply too tired.  I am awake this late in the hopes something would happen.  I did bring barrels back.  I am doing better about such things.  Not perfect, better.

No shower or shave.  Tomorrow.  Brushing teeth four times and still a lot of bathroom runs, if only three sit sort today.  Still a lot.  One is okay, two is better, three isn't bad if hedging toward annoying.  I still feel a bet wet in the lungs.  I have cut from two to one extra water pill.  A few more days, I am hoping, and all will be clear.

I'll keep with today's list tomorrow.  Taking things slowly, in hopes of having energy for swimming Wednesday.  I have just worn myself down, stretching direct energy spent and stretched my waking hours.  I... am pushing a bit too hard.  Well, and starting medicine on top of that.  Ugh.

Good night.