No, so much for that.

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I did what I could, for as long as I could.  No more, for a while.  I...  Cramping, exhausted, sleepy, sore everywhere, bruised, and battered... I finished with what I did this morning, and that is that for a while.

If she must, she will have to just keep the rabbits, or give me more time.  I can't get the cages done.  Too many mistakes, problems, miscalculations, work, and else for me to do.  I was still, really, recovering from bungling on the roof.  Still, I thought it was possible.  Old, ill, crippled, and wounded, really, was just too much for the work at hand.

In the future?  Maybe.  But because of what I have learned.  But this time I am in the middle of it and there isn't a way to restore and go back at it.  I am spent and so far down that I simply can't get up.  I tried a nap.  I am feeling worse, bodily, after it.  Rested, a bit, but with nothing left over.  Brutal.  I am done for several days.  I can get back to it next week, but after a few days down.

I had hoped, if I couldn't work, to at least be able to get to town to buy more wood.  I need it for the little cages anyway.  Plus need to get a few other things.  I am not able to get to town.  I did get a shower, but that was that.  I am so sprung, everywhere... my elbows and knees feel like they have their 'funny bones' sprung, and solidly.  Grip strength is minimal.  Joints all hurt.  Muscles are used up.  Bones from the lower back through the ribs, up to my shoulders and skull are all hollering.  Done, for a while.  Oh, and a solid pounding headache to add to it.

Clean though.  I may risk aspirin.  I still have my pillows wrapped in towels which can cover for blood, in case I have a major bleed from it again.  Still having bloody noses once or twice a day, but just little ones, and not at night.  I haven't even had time or energy to play games for... a while now.  Not a great loss, just... a strong indication of having gone over my limits.

All good.  I'll do what I can.  I will still get to her place tomorrow, and talk to her personally.  I'll take my licks, as needed.  I... understand.  I'll get our accounts paid up, and offer more for food.  And I'll explain I am way over my head on this project.  I thought it would be easier.  And I am still in recovery from some serious taxation and spills.  If she... wants to call the deal off, fair enough.  If she wishes to give me a couple more weeks, cool.  If, sometimes, women just need to be heard.  If she's right, just... hand over your ear.  We will see.  *wink*

Later.