The sun went under.

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Clouds must either have formed, had just a stitch open to the east, or blown in or closed.  Whatever the case, I don't remember what I had done or been unsuccessfully trying to do.  I do know I had set the timer to feed the critters, but shut it down seven and change minutes before it sounded.

I didn't know much, only that I couldn't do those chores.  I was failing so hard, terribly, fast.  I don't remember going upstairs, or resetting the bed.  One blanket?  I remember the last part.  I didn't question my previous unremembered decision at that point.  I don't remember crawling in.  I did, right then, realize how it was possible.  Shade from the sun didn't make it possible, it left no options.

It was up to a quarter before or likely after ten when I went down.  It was about 15:30 when I woke.  Mostly to do the groundhog thing, and feed critters.  When the ducks get theirs, I'll probably crash again.  I am probably going to sleep a day or two.  Yea, I overdid recently.  And, when I can stand without wobbling, I will do more.

Other than that box needing reboxed, and the removal of toss boxes as possible, the upstairs is done.  Downstairs?  *sigh*  There is only... everything.  As written prior, I do have plans.  Opening a place to dry dishes, and starting in on those.  As well, collecting empty boxes, wherever they may be, then breaking down non-keepers.  It is good to have a small stack of sturdy boxes ready to enlist quickly.  As well, begin going through boxes with items as I find them.

It might be a day or two before I can start.  I hurt, as if being stepped on, with everything inside wanting to get out, tired beyond my means to stay awake.  If the sun isn't blasting me.  Lungs on fire, with insomnia trying to take control.  Muscles to ligaments strained, which hurt right to bones.  But the call is more potent than pain, right to risking life... if it looks more like my body shuts down as I reach that point.

Still, I am happy with it.  I just wish I had a way to push through.  All ahead full, damn the torpedos.  Later, or much later.