Awake.

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Sometimes getting up off the floor is tough.  Sometimes it just flows.  Sleeping on the floor is... good, if a bit tight, especially for an old, ill, one.  But, that is half the reason I do it.  As a challenge.  The other half is because my back feels a thousand times better, all the time.  When I slept on a bed, no matter how hard or soft, my back hurt.  It hurt every day.  Why?  I have no idea.  All I know is, sleeping on the floor has made life about a third as painful as it had been, in that department.

That was the start of edging pain out of my life.  The right medicine has tended another third to half of the remaining pains.  The other portions have... eased for no reason I can say.  Now, there is still pain in there.  But it is what I call quiet pain.  My body is so used to terrible pains, that is quiets them with internal chems.  To a degree, at times, I am biologically bombed.  Can't feel much.  If I feel pain over that, I know it's... gotta be bad that day.  Though, even that is becoming a bit less common.  Not exactly rare, just not every day, of every week, of every month.  Half?  Maybe.  Between a third and two thirds of the time, depending on the month.

Well, save for minor aches.  Joints, muscles, especially if I do almost anything.  Which I still try to do.  I'm more talking about pains that don't have a connection with activity.  If I work an hour, I will hurt.  My body isn't in good shape, and can't seem to be gotten in shape.  Even when I was swimming, regularly, and got to a plateau amount and stayed there for a while, I always hurt.  I never got... used to it.

Hmm, by the way, I might have to think about getting in to swim again.  The problem is, they steal gas from bigger vehicles, or such.  I may see if I can figure something safer out.  Though it might be vet tags, too.  Violence has become organized, these days.  Even if you don't know who they are, they know who you are, and pass it around.  Evil pretty much owns the campuses.  They are being might, even backstabbing might, makes right.  And anything that disagrees, should be stabbed.  It doesn't matter if it's a public or private pool, either.  Especially, it seems, when you reject a woman for being too old.  Ha!  Still, I'll... think about it.  Getting there is expensive, though, too.  A couple of runs to town a week is pricy.

Well?  I don't know.  A bit of waking, then gaming, as I have meat sticks and fatted coffee.  Then some gaming.  Hoping to get to the wood pile, and cleaning that area up, then maybe mowing... if just in that zone.  Then, maybe, some cooking today.  I did put chicken hindquarters, pork chops, and a pork roast out.  The chops are thawed, the rest is on the way.  Could roast the other two, and fry the chops... a few for breakfast later on.

I'll... try to get to work today.  As fall hits, and it gets darker, cooler, staying on top of things becomes very difficult.  Just staying awake is a trick.  Well, and staying awake in the day hours, is seemingly impossible.  I'll... keep at it.  Later.