Not moving quickly.

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Moving.  As mentioned, not fast.  The girls have been fed.  A bite was heated and eaten.  A bit of blogging, a bit of gaming.  The girls treated, ducks looked out on.  Very small things.  Almost things just to say I did something, anything... attempting to avoid slipping back into the rut of nothingness.  A shower is on the mind, and a shave.  Trimmed yesterday before the shower.  A shave after a shower today would be perfect.  Then dishes in, and the dry away.  Yes.

I am pretty sure the plan will happen.  Not sure when it will start.  Had hoped to get to the post office today, but that wasn't possible as I didn't wake until well after it was closed.  Not his fault, just the reality of the economy.  What would happen if all small towns closed?  Either they would have to deliver, or people would have to pick up our mail at larger hubs... in the more local bigger cities... which... would become a mess very quickly.  This is as good at that will ever be again.

Oh, right, I had a bad bloody nose from shortly after working last night, outside, with the wood, until waking this morning.  I kept trying to pull the plug, but every time I did...  It was a gusher, if let go.  Had to block it all night and through the morning, until I woke.  I must have... pushed, or broke through, or opened, and unlocked... something... somethings?  Better now.

Blood sugar was a little high at waking, but that was expected.  I ate wrongly, yesterday.  It happens.  Not too much higher than the recent norm, if the recent norm has been higher than it should be.  Bleh.  I'll keep at it.  Once I get through half a dozen more projects, I can... rest... for a while.  I need rest.  Not doing much, haven't been, but am pushing to do things.  Getting nowhere doesn't mean doing nothing, actually.  Pushing on an unmovable object can be a lot of work.  Has been, maybe will be.  Later.