Such an ugly start.

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Just a bit of pain, but in a number of places and systems.  A kink in the neck, slightly strained trapeze area, and worn triceps and biceps, as examples.  The pains are minor annoyances compared to various sorts of fatigue and a general exhaustion.  If I had done work, I... ah.  While I haven't done much work, I have been pushing my heat capacity.

That really does a lot of wear and tear.  Heat and cold just eat the life right out of me.

I couldn't wake, and rise, in time to capture the coolest temps.  I couldn't get out until after noon.  It was up to 72° by that time, 82° outside.  I can hope it won't warm too much more, but am all but certain it will.  Ugh.  Perhaps back to bed shortly.  Can't focus, feel rough, and rounding into wakefulness isn't happening.  I'll fight as long as possible.

Oh, I think there are leftover drumsticks.  I let him take the majority of extra ribs home, so don't mind finishing off this lot.  Rather food get eaten than go bad.  But kept it around in case ribs went sideways.  I have to admit, while I really like grilling and smoking, it is an inaccurate art, at best.  Cooking in the oven, then finishing on the grill is the best way to go.  And absolutely if the meal is on a strict timeline.  I... really hate to say that.  Messing with meat, known by men as food, and fire, is some natural man thing.  

I can still grill for myself, or on days when a sit down meal is possible.

I don't know what will eventually happen today.  Most likely, if I can work, it will be indoor cleaning.  The bathroom, dishes, counters, and the stove top.  Some to all of that.  As well, a shower, and feed and upkeep of critters... including self.  After feeding the girls, that chicken will be eaten, then back to bed.  Later.