Up, again, finally.

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Sleep was needed, terribly.  If I couldn't get to it until 07:30... non-adjusted time.  I am just waking at 17:00, adjusted time.  The goal, today, is at least a load of laundry, dishes, trash and recycling, and a shower.  That's it.  There aren't many dishes.  Laundry will be smaller loads.  There isn't even very much trash or recycling... I doubt more than a bag of each.

Beside having mostly caught up, I haven't been cooking or else much in the house with the work on the cages happening.  I have been eating horribly.  Whatever was quick, cheap, or fast.  There is no way I can cook and do the rest.  Just getting dishes in, and laundry in, from time to time, was about all of it.  And, more than I really could do.

My body is still sprung.  I can't use my joints to full expression, they have been taxed as hard as anything else.  Muscles still burn, if from minor use now.  But most aches and pains are background noise, if pretty constant.  Hands are still swollen.  I really am in double recovery now, if well on the road to it.  I still have work to do, but... not nearly as much as has been done, and with a clear plan to it.

So, yes, tomorrow... more wood, a few hardware pieces, and then back to it.  I may have enough food for a while, so I won't worry about that.  Pork chops soon, and chicken for supper.  Veggies would be good, if I can find some.  Canned green beans would be super, or a smaller can of beats.  I could even enjoy a salad, again, finally.  I just don't have those, or butter for the veggies, and reasonable stores are closed until Monday.  There is Walmart, but they require masks and their grocery section is of seriously questionable quality while their prices remain high.  So... yea... just meats, probably.  And fatted drinks.

So brutal.  Aches, pains, and else, are background, but it's full spectrum, high to low, left to right, up and down.  Everything hurts, everything is spent, even the 'funny bones' still nag.  A knot in the middle of my biceps, just a burning of my triceps, etc.  Everywhere, something of note hurts.  Some things unidentifiable as well.  It's... not a bad thing.  It means, as little or much as I did, I taxed my body well beyond normal means.  And, yes, I... like that.

I will sleep when I feel the need.  I won't worry about some form of propriety.  The only thing I will push myself with, regarding sleep, is making sure the critters get fed and watered, or the birds get let out.  Critters come before my recovery.  My care and upkeep, then goals, are the next in importance.  I've got plenty of extra, should I end up sleeping off a dozen or score of pounds... all good.

Later.