Up early.

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The new early is late?  Around 21:30.  Crashed at 15:30, after taxes, duties, and fees.  Six hours down, since I crashed asleep immediately.  After thanking God for the opportunity to successfully serve His wishes, will.  I don't know that He wants, say, for me to clean house.  But I do believe He wants us to live well, rightly.  If we can't, to strive to do so.  And humbly, with a smile.  I ought to find good whistling tunes.

If it hurts the whole time, make those pains oblations.  He knows, and He suffered both first and best.  Not asking for that, necessarily.  If there isn't a way around suffering in flesh, whether heaven or hell bound, at this time.  It is just that if you are hellbound there will never be a reprieve.  Pain becomes, if blindly as a secondary target, the or a goal.  For the heavenbound, pain is a teacher, an offering, a thing to embrace so as to know well enough to one day release, letting go of as with sin and death.

Anyway.  Today?  I am not sure.  Perhaps hitting dishes.  Then seeing about a load of laundry.  If a store is open, perhaps seeking a cornish game hen, and associated feast vittles.  I keep sweeping the bathroom.  Now that it is clean, I am trying to keep it, as if finding a spot of sanity and serenity in an insane world, so desperately clinging to it like a man clinging to debris in a storm after a shipwreck.  It feels like grabbing at straws in a tornado... where they haven't been outlawed yet.  Gah!

Anyway.  Food, dishes, laundry, more trash out even if I didn't get it to the curb on time...  which... I didn't... I will bag it and put it in the garage.  I'll have to see about bag tags.  Though I usually don't have this much trash.  It just collected off and then starting medicine.  And, if there is more, work in the kitchen.

My back is killing me.  It's not the kidneys, just the lower back.  A handful of aspirin, though the first since restarting medicine and for earned reasons.  Achy, but all muscular skeletal from beautiful efforts.  I... enjoy this sort of pain.  Just... been numb, or foggy, so if I have hurt I didn't remember for long?  It is enough to throw me off my plan with an aware mind, so aspirin.  I can glorify the pain raw tomorrow, a Christmas gift.  Some pains are far better than others.

I am also checking out a new game.  It's not really my preferred genre, or type.  I may be too old, reflexes, memory, and else too slow.  Rainbow Six Siege.  It does cause me trepidation.  Funny thing though?  From what I see from these games?  They don't teach you how to survive.  They lead you to death.

Blood sugar is 158 fasting.  Up from yesterday if still generally trending lower again.  I think starting heart medicine disrupts that.  Control is returning.

Yeah, I'll try to put a bit of work in.  Later.