A rough one.

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I was to bed by 02:30, 3:00 tops.  I was sure I'd be awake by noon.  Nope.  I tried, several times.  At 18:30, I finally was able, if just, to crawl out, get dressed, and get down here.  I fed Sassy first thing.  She is doing with less, which I don't mind from time to time.

I feel rotten.  Inside and out, skin, meat, bones.  Everything seems to ache.  Like I took a solid beating recently.  Things had been doing well.  Then slowly exhaustion started creeping back in.  If too, I started pushing, hard.  And doing well with it for a few short spells.  Well, that is done, for now.

I'll still try to sort through things, get to things.

Maybe having better food will help.  The chicken will last several days.  If to, I hope to fry some burger, and pork blade chops for the week.  A variety, mostly of meats, but with fresh veggies too.

We'll see what I can do.  Currently, sitting, and staying awake, are almost above my paygrade.  I will look for any opportunities I can find though.

It isn't too cold.  Yet.  Keeping the downstairs right around 68, save near the computer, which between me and it currently keeps this area around 73.  Even last night, with it down to 63 to 67 near the bed, I didn't need longjohns or even a tshirt.  I was fine in skivvies, with just one to two layers of blankets.  No socks, either.  I was too warm, almost, as was.

Oh, but when I was waking, I heard the mad biker go buy.  This time, however, he shifted down and really cooled it.  I am all but sure he is the one who has been racing through her for... some time now, off and on.  I think the cops were having trouble catching him, especially in their suvs.  He would just skip on past and keep going.  But, yesterday, he got clocked by a motorcycle cop.  I saw it just as it was happening.  He was trying to ignore, and did, the sound.  Right until the biker cop was right on him.  Then he realized the gig was up.  That he still has his license means the cop... showed some mercy.  Because he was really scooting.  No, I have no problems with all that.  It's how it should be done.  Probably still has a stinging nosebleed ticket, but he could have lost his license right then and there.  I'd bet on it.  Good to hear, for his own sake mostly, that he is cooling his jets.  I get it, I was young.  Still, had to grin, as I was waking, hearing him roaring up to the town, then, this time, shutting it down and going to speed limit, or... much closer.  :p

Well, on to something.  Later.