Ever so slightly better.

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A headache persists, but it's milder.  My torso still feels rough, but not as rough.  All edges to all pains and discomforts have been rolled to a softer edge.  The pains aren't sharp, dulled either through easement or familiarity... or dulling of the sensing through constant grating.  I won't take aspirin.  I've taken that... three times this week, and just recently.  It wasn't all that useful, and it won't help again for a few days.  It just doesn't.

The first part of the lawn was watered, the second part just got set up.  That'll be it tonight, and maybe for a week or two.  A shower shortly.  I ate small pickles and green olives.  I don't think that will be enough.  Hmm... perhaps a burger or two?  Grilled?  Maybe.   I am too hungry to skip, if I can probably go light.  Burgers and green beans, or peas?  Yes, that... would be good.  One meal for the day, though.  It's still fasting, just not extended fasting.

A shower shortly.  A sit.  Then, maybe, a bit of cleaning, resetting dishes, and a load of laundry in.  But that will probably be it.  I will hang the clothes out "tomorrow", the next functional wake cycle... whenever that might be.  As well, I will hit the dishes.  If I can, I'll hit those yet tonight as well, and clear off the area I prefer to sort and dry them.  Yea...  Maybe.  Or, again, the next functional wake cycle.  I can be awake, but not be able to act.  As, mostly, much of this week, and this day.  There is tomorrow.  And prayer.

So difficult.  For no good reason.  It could be worse.  Though if that's the best you can say, you know you are against it.  All good though, it's... still an opportunity.  I'll take it, even if I can't sort it or do much with it on any given day.  I can even chuckle about it.  I have had worse, I will know worse, I won't worry about any of it.  Later.