A bit tight.

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It hurts everywhere, even with the painkillers.  Not too harshly, mostly.  Not as tired, oddly, exhausted either.  Just body pains, from lifting, moving, doing, going, driving, walking, and else all on one day.  Five days of work, I'd say,  Days of work I usually couldn't have done back to back.  I don't mind the pain, at all.  Beside having holy uses for it, I don't mind working until well past pain, when I can.  It's a grace.

Even so, chores are done.  I got to those rather quickly.  Had to take a break after, a long one.  Then I did make the calls.  An appointment, by phone, is set up.  And the blood work is still available.  Not bad.  Almost forget, falling into something between a trance and a nap... while still mostly awake.  It is so dark out there.  Winter is, it seems, back... in full blossom.

I do enjoy most seasons, even the summer if heat can be tolerated.  I prefer the three wetter, colder seasons.  I would like to claim that they are more alive, but the truth is, if summer works as it should, it is far more of a living season... save maybe spring.  Even compared to spring, summer is just the slow finish to life rather than the jump-start of it.  And fall is the end of it.  Winter being the finality of that ending.  Still, I... think... other than what is, sometimes.

That might be the end to work today.  Still, I did reset one pan of dishes.  And I hope to clean off the freezer, and then get to that pan of dishes.  Perhaps several groupings of dishes to be done yet today... if I can clean off the freezer.  As well, on to a soup.  Oh, and making a taco salad.  Something like those things.  All maybes.  But... hope is there for the hopeless.  And, sometimes, it actually works.  If that takes faith and charity to fulfill, and a bit of luck for the lame.  Amen.

Be well.  Later.