Rocking.

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Around the clock.  My schedule is spinning.  As has been the case for a while.  Weeks?  Months?  I just can't tell.  To bed slightly after noon, half past plus or minus small change.  Awake right at 21:00, surrendering a technicality.  Well rested but slightly hungry.  A massive pork roast is thawed and just waiting.  I'll start the grill after this.

I might be crushed by the dark and gloom, but I am keeping up on dailies.  I don't know if good weather will help.  Not if it goes straight to heat.  I must focus, push, shove, to get out, up, going.  I have to try to eat better, get to hiking and swimming.  I can, or will.

I am loving life, even through pain and gripes.  It isn't bad if it could be better.  I'll keep working on things.  Grill is started.  Later.