Heat is needed.

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Laundry was cycled.  I'll run the last load through the dryer a short spin soon.  I am sipping a fatted tea.  Sort of stuck otherwise, forgot to set the thermostat up.  Freezing.  Just hit it.  I am planning corned beef and cabbage in a bit.  A late St. Patrick's day, as is the case with many celebrations.  It's as good as I can do.

It seems rest is still required.  I pushed hard, too hard.  Wanted to see if I was really better.  Not so much.  I have longer legs, but probably just enough extra under the hood to actually hurt myself.  No better at keeping a day schedule, or any schedule, either.  I may have stressed my heart.  It hurts.  Don't want to come to a complete stop, but can't hit it as hard as I had hoped, or hard at all.

A shower in an hour.  I will reset laundry after this, then fold both loads while waiting for warmth before hitting shaving and showering, then probably another long break.  If I can, I'd really like to hit the bedroom.  Sorting, one or both storage units, and/or changing bedding.

While not hitting things whole hog, I am doing small pieces and parts, plus handling dailies.  I am getting ahead.  Has it been darker lately?  Even with the sun out it can seem dark.  Though, that might just be exhaustion?  I don't know... too tired to sort it all out properly.  No matter either.  I just need to keep at it as I am able.  Later.