Feel like hell.

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That is, as awful as it sounds, a very good sign.  It means I am back to sensing my body more accurately, so in that, might be able to use my will as a lasso to capture, harness, saddle, and use my body again.  It does hurt, but life is pain, all I know of life, when I can know it.  Aspirin, first thing.

Blood sugar is 214 fasting.  I will work on that again today.  Medicine next, ducks first thing, cats in a few hours.  Since I have given up on the ladies successfully brooding without private pens, I will be chasing them out today or tomorrow and slinging and grinning.  I have plans for a different way.

A shower shortly, and shave.  Cold tea, then fresh, fatted.  Perhaps chia and flax.  Fresh meat tonight.  No, I need to debone the chicken and make chicken salad.  I'll figure it out.  Some light work today, more this week. It has started.  A bit of waking first.  May you get to some of your world.  Be well, by choice, even in the rain.