Neither the best nor worst.

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It was difficult to get to bed.  No good reason for the difficulty.  It just was.  Some pain began getting through aspirin, or aspirin had finished it's cycle.  That motivated the impetus to sleep.  Sometimes I can dodge pain if I can sleep before severity rises.  Although, with certain headaches, unless I treat before sleep, they will be there waiting when I wake.  That wasn't the problem, and I try to limit aspirin, so I finally got to bed.

Sleep was hit and miss.  The feet and legs, either burning or freezing, no middle ground.  Every few hours I was having to kick them out or wrap them.  I suspect Halloween candy is still costing my body.  Bah!  As well, kidneys were hurting.  And something along the length of the neck.  Glands, some sort of infected drainage, or a pulled muscle from using the neck to rise when the muscles are cold, or depending on them too much by themselves.  All those feel about the same, and I have had each... I suspect.

All in all, I did get some okay sleep, I just had to work it... and sleep a bit long.  I let the alarms go through their stages.  A torturous thing to not be able to wake.  I really pushed, inside my flesh.  Buried in a beast that can't rouse is not fun.  At least I can get it to move.  I remember waking inside when I couldn't get the eyes to open, a finger to move, buried alive doesn't quite cover that.

I am up.  Dressed too.  I created a dressing station upstairs.  It's pretty cool, which offers incentive to move quickly.  Well, as quickly as an old cave bear can.  Probably no better or worse than any other, ONCE I can crawl out.  This "morning" is a little tight.  Innards feel like I've just gone through midsection sparring or a minor match, neck is still problematic, muscles are tired, but it is all on the more minor scales.  It's the volume of complaints which have me a bit pinned.  Aspirin?  I've had so much lately.  Meh... probably.

Ducks then the girls.  Later.