Not even 11:00?

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I have been gently rolling to waking up for... several hours.  I didn't want to look at the time.  Given the very late time I finally was able to tuck into sleep, I supposed it to be early to late afternoon.  And warm, warmer.  When I tucked in I was still chill, but with the right socks and arranging of blankets, I was too warm when I woke.  It was 62, so one degree warmer?

One kidney hurts, just a bit.  My lungs are just a bit blocked, but not as raspy as they have been.  A few other things are wrong, but all lightly.  I suspect most of these pains and body grumps will dissipate.  I am more hoping for focus and energy though, to try to get back to work.

Trash and recycling out.  Not much of either, but it has been a few days.  Cleaning in the bathroom would be my next priority.  And, if I have more energy, bringing a few boxes, or what is left, up from downstairs.  I doubt if I could get to breaking those down today, but maybe tomorrow.  Or... this week.

I have worked well.  But it looks like that pace is gone.  If I can work two to four hours every three to four days, now, whenever that is possible, that is as good as it gets.  That will include dishes, personal care, and cooking, so work... looks to be on the low side.  Perhaps, in time, I will get another... wind.  I loved working hard, when I could.  More, I liked what was being done.

So strange to be up so early though, given the givens.  And in relatively good shape, save minor grumps and bumps.  I expected I would be late and in very bad shape.  Hmm... what to eat?  Kefir, shortly, a straight up larger shot of the stuff, two cups... and that will be breakfast.  If I need to eat more, or when I should eat again, eggs and bacon.  Beef stew for tonight... with a few veggies since I have them.

Oh, and chores... soon... when I can wake.  Later.