A bit rough.

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Small aches, pains, scratches on my shins... new ones, and the left hand is still in standby mode.  Sleep was very good.  Down at 21:30?  22:00?  22:30?  Somewhere in there.  Then I kept waking.  Couldn't get out of bed.  I kept thinking it was late, but the sun just wasn't showing because of clouds?  I... kept trying to get up!  Wake!  It just wasn't happening.

Finally, I was able to roll.  I figured looking out, seeing that the sun was up and it was late, would help my body get going.  Only... there was a problem.  The sun wasn't up.  there were no clouds.  It just wasn't dawn yet.  The clocks... finding that can be a trick when nothing is quite working yet and it isn't yelling at me...  Ah, there.  A quarter after seven?  Well, okay.

Chastity was in peril this morning.  It can strike any time, but it likes when I am in pain, tired, or especially both.  When will is weakened through else.  If you have ever been fishing, and had a fish grab and take your lure?  Right.  That is about what it was like.  The impulse is... strong.  But, no.  A few prayers and I just cut that line.  Just trying to remember the words was difficult, for a trifecta of reasons.  Remembered and... too tired to speak them, so I just thought them?  I can't remember, with certainty.

Awake, now, and feeling better.  Odd how I can hurt so much earlier, sometimes for an hour after waking, only to... at some point, sometimes, begin feeling better.  Even much better.  I'm, so far, only middling better.  But I'll take it.  Gladly.  I am hoping it will get even better, if I suspect this is it.  I may take aspirin today.  It's been a while anyway.

Dishes, then laundry in, a shower, and dishes back in.  Then to town.  Dishes and laundry set or hung to finish drying later.  I'm getting to it.  But, first, some time to wake, a fresh pot of tea, and a fatted coffee.  Yeah.  I think that is the plan, as well as I can do it.  Oh, ducks and girls fed and else.  Sam sits behind me, and wet swallows from licking her lips.  Yeah, they have lips.  It's meant to let me know she is hungry.  Annoying little... still, okay.  Got to admit, she doesn't mind annoying a giant.  She might be a skinny girl, of the itty bitty titty committee, but brass titties, that one!  I don't scare her one little... *run*  If I notice, spin about, and glare, she'll sit there.  If I begin to move, she'll split like pea soup.  If come back in three to five... like a fly.

Later.