Two hours before I could shower.

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Work pretty much took it out of me.  It has every day this week.  Which meant that getting a shower required two hours of sitting.  I am actually lucky it only took that long.  Some nights it has taken three, even four hours.  Which means I have been going to bed later and later.  I think it was after 01:30 last night, as late as 02:30.

Now, it is later than I had hoped.  But I got a few things done tonight, extra.  The chainsaw is ready, the concrete was evened out.  And, when it dries, will be ready for another bag or two.  Then I have plans for tar on top of even that.  Perfect?  Who knows.  But it's a start.  And, after over a decade here, some things are finally being attended.

I think it started with refreshing the water softener?  I think so, this time.  But... it was more than just doing it.  It was the idea behind doing it.  Then the success of it.  That opened something up.  But, too, somehow, I was able to get to it.  

It's not 23:00.  But may well be 23:30 before I get to bed.  So tired I can't quite focus on going to bed, or even standing.  Though, maybe, I'll get going before I think I would.  I got pills in, been doing pretty good with those.  Insulin is yet to be taken.  But... I... think it'll get in.

Wow.  What a gig.  I should be so ready for sleep, when I get up there.  The shower loosened things.  The pains, aches, pulls, bruises, scratches, and else, all just took a chill pill.  A lot of things are tired.  Some things are still feeling a bit of a sting.  But, really, the shower was like a massage.  Plus, I am clean.

I smelled of gas, oil, and other mechanical and else.  Nothing wrong with that, but... not good to sleep with.  I still smell a bit of gas, which I don't quite understand.  But, fine.  I know I am clean, so I'm not going to worry.  It may just be, as I get tired, my mind can't get the scent of gasoline out of my mind, not completely.  It used to happen, on subs, with oily smells.  Couldn't get clean enough, after a major effort, wrestling with devices, or machines, or sludge somewhere.

I took painpills Monday, and I think yesterday?  I'm going to take them today, too.  I just... need a bit more.  More my heart, this time.  Something in there is very tired.

Tomorrow?  If I didn't mention it, and since the concrete was purchased and used, I only have the stove to do.  Though, maybe, a bit of work in this front room.  The last of the boxes, plus the full boxes out.  An unused desk out.  Things out.  But no hurry or push.  And a steak.  I have one left.  Will enjoy it.  Other than that, will take it slower.  No more cement, that which was put down needs to dry.  Saturday at the earliest, but I am thinking more Monday, with that.  No more heavier work, until next week.  Then back to it.  I may, if I get bored with the slow pace, go out and manage one or two garden hoses, choosing to keep or toss, then tossing or storing.  Or do that Saturday, if I need some time off tomorrow.  Just... I want to clean the stove and oven.  Goodnight.