Alright, up.

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Lungs burn.  Tired.  Imagine the opposite of superman, for today.  Imagine if, for some reason, the planet I was born on somehow develops a higher gravitational force... doubling, quadrupling, probably more, the force of gravity.  No way to strengthen enough to handle it.  I've become, lately, like a bug stuck to a window, on a vehicle going 120 mph.  Without slowing, getting off the windshield will be... uncomfortable.  Staying on the windshield isn't exactly good, though, either.

Getting up, these last few weeks, has been like getting up while wearing a forty or fifty pound weight vest.  At least I have, mostly, sorted out the water on the feet and ankles, which was another twenty to thirty pounds, sometimes were limb side.  For whatever reason, my ribs are tickled, as if someone hit them on their funnybone nerve.  Tickles in a deliciously painful way.

Still, and while I can't get to much, I... keep getting up.  Hurt?  Okay.  Tickle?  Alright.  Lungs burn?  Sure.  Muscles burn?  Yep.  I think I could stay asleep longer.  But I... am trying to wake to get to things.  I... want to do some things.  I want to try.  And, I do.  If not terribly successful.  Even so, I thank God, every time I think of it, for the opportunity.  And I mean that.

I dreamed a construction crew was outside.  Probably not.  Most likely?  Wood.  The younger man came and got wood.  Do anything else?  Maybe, maybe not.  I was never going to chop through that, essentially, walnut hardness wood.  That will burn like few things can, long and hot when fully cured.  But, ripping it down to partials would be more work than I could do.  Even he took a solid half hour on a medium to small section.  And, he was hitting the same point, well, with every stroke.  I know HOW to chop wood, but doing it is another thing at this time.  I... saw the chagrin on his face, after realizing what it would take to chop all that wood.  And he is a go-getter.  But, there... there is work even a go-getter really doesn't want to screw with.  Limits, to the will of any man.

Yep, just checked.  The wood is mostly gone.  One big chunk remains.  No, not because he got tired, mostly.  The lad is a thinking man.  If he left it, he left it for a reason.  My guess is because it makes an excellent workspace.  It's an anvil of a chunk of wood.  Though, maybe, he couldn't lift it solo?  No, if I had actually been awake, even as in rough of shape as I am in, I would have been out to help... what little that sometimes means.  But I was just translating sounds into dream, not waking.  Most likely, I had just gotten to bed an hour or three before his arrival.  I wouldn't have awaken if the house was on fire.

Oh, today?  Roasting.  Pork roast, and chicken hindquarters.  Not sure I can do them at the same time, but, if not, close... back to back.  To keep some food available all week, and mostly meat.  As well, boiling eggs, a dozen, two?  Yes.  Try to keep some for frying, as well.  But, probably, dishes first.  And cleaning the toilet.  I mostly cleaned it, after the blockage past.  But... yea... it... needs more cleaning.  And, probably, getting waterers refilled, or set up to be refilled.

I fed Sassy, then cleared her litter boxes, first thing.  I'll get something going for breakfast this morning.  I didn't have chia, yesterday?  I think not.  I skipped either yesterday, or the day before.  Which... is going to be the regular going forward.  So, chia this morning, if eggs and bacon tomorrow.  I must admit, I'd prefer eggs and bacon today, but I need to clean before I can cook... the stovetop, pans, everything.  Ugh.  I'll... get on that.  But, I can have chia this morning.  Sweetened, but only two drops.  It'll be rather bland for it, but... so be it.  Blood sugar is 199.  Coming back down, but...  I guess too much fruit.  Bleh.  Later.