Slept like a baby.

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Woke like a truck drove over me in the process.  A major headache, some organ hurting like it had been bruised, several actually, and other problems.  Stuffed up, but can't seem to blow it out.  Ugh.  Neck is out, might or might not be the cause of the headach.  As well, I had cramps once last night, if I sorted out how not to get them again.

All good, it's... been... a while since anything hurt.  And, while extensive, each pain is yet mild.  I... really can't complain.  It not only could and can be worse, it will get worse.  But, that is okay as well.  Seriously, when you honestly love God, and know that He loves you too, these things are just... moments.  Reminders that we are not yet in conjunction.  I won't say I always suffer gladly, if there is a notion that way.  But I generally suffer wisely.  I understand it is the state of affairs men have chosen which has led to this, and God simply allowed us that choice.  As with the suffering and death of Christ, we can each become more through this process.  And, should it become excessive, I do contemplate His torture, cruxifiction, taking the price of our sins, and death.  This is... a walk in the park comparatively, at it's worst.  Amen.

Even feeling rough, I am hoping to try to get to that list presented yesterday.  I usually end up doing something, if not much.  Gotta get to it.  If nothing else, a little food, water, and tending the litter.  Not always guaranteed, but... mostly, at least those things.  I haven't had a tylenol batch in... months?  I guess today is the day.

It is 73 out there, with a hefty breeze... wind really, from the south.  Gusting?  No, pretty solid.  I have opened up the house, left the upstairs windows open.  Fresh air, can't beat it.  Reminds me of when we would go topside, on my sub.  We would, if we thought we had time, pop the ol' can and try to take in fresh air.  We had three or four atmospheres of stored, compressed, air, onboard.  But those would go through co and co2 scrubbers/burners, then we would create fresh oxygen to add to it.  But... it wasn't as good as fresh air.  Pop the can, ol' boy.  Get fresh.  As they say, as above, so below?

Good morning and day.