Seriously good pork.

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Not overdone.  Not underdone, especially for the desired function... as pulled pork.  Tacky, from fat rendering and running through the meat.  Cooked, then cooled, properly.  A bite, just now, to see.  I'd love to make a meal of it.  I am just too tired to be hungry enough to think through a meal.  The rest of the meat has been put up.  I'll pull it out next time I am awake, warm it to room temp, then pull the meat right off.  Might have a touch then, perhaps in a salad after being heated.

A shower is still planned.  Nothing else.  I keep hoping.  I keep crashing.  I do bits and parts, this time, then that.  I am getting places.  If I could just keep it up, I might actually get ahead.  My problem is, from time to time I fall for weeks or months at a time.  Weather changes, falling off medicine, going back on medicine, general health problems returning... it doesn't take much for me to crash, and hard.

Technically I am crashing hard currently.  It is just that I am able to do some work between crashes.  Not a lot, not the heavy stuff, and not fast.  But I am doing little bits.  My lungs burn, I suspect blood in them.  It's been that way for weeks, worse and better.  It is better of late, save right now, but it isn't the worst... just a little bit worse than the last few days.  Comes and goes.  Breathing is good, for the moment, but lungs hurt.  Odd how sometimes that doesn't match up.

I'll keep at it, if possible, when possible.  A trim, a shower, a bit of time to let hair dry, then on to bed.  Good afternoon, day, and night.  Again, again, again.