Woke to a call.

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No idea... about anything.  I woke at 6:00, give or take... some unremembered period of time after.  Unaware of almost all else, still hurting from efforts last week, a blank of mind otherwise.  But... a calling.  Work.  I felt compelled to begin going through boxes upstairs.  And, so, through boxes I went!

I have cleared an eighth of the floor, if that isn't quite as much as it seems.  Though it is more than it appears given there are several stacks of empty boxes and boxes full of trash loot just waiting to be removed.  I would guess a week of such work will see that done to the point of just waiting on trash and empty box removal.  As to the keeper stuff?  I'll... figure that out then.  But figure it sooner rather than later.

Two hours, give or take, of mild work.  Sitting, mostly, sorting.  Some heavy lifting.  Enough, altogether, to weary me.  Downstairs, tea set, a pee left, the timer set for two hours to feed, water, and otherwise tend the ladies and gent.  A cold tea to start, meds, and... a wonderful dawning awareness.  A holy day.

THE Holy day.

So strange.  I am so alone and isolated, of mind and flesh, I wasn't aware.  Actually, I could be wrong.  I have no way of knowing.  I will look, make sure, soon.  Odd, if so, to be called, out of sleep, to work, barely able to think, on the holiest of days.  Omen?  Gift?  I was called to begin working mornings upstairs, then similarly downstairs in the afternoons.  Clear as a bell.  To work until the pain is too much or concentration evaporates.  Perhaps two hours, per session, give or take... if this morning was a template.

Perhaps I will be able to do more as I get fit?  Or will I just wind down, have to skip days, as I use up energy I can't replace quickly enough... as has been my history?  All I can do is heed the call.  I am hoping to hit it again between noon and one.  Just clearing the mess around me and going from there.

If I get half or more ready to go, I'll call in a dumpster, if no earlier than next month.

God certainly works in mysterious ways.  Prayer and a rosary later today.  Amen.