Horribe.

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I pushed, when I could.  Too late and too far, all said and done.  Waking around 14:00.  Sassy came up, on her own, got me going.  Fed first thing, for her efforts.

Terrible headache.  Heart is tired.  Still, I have things to do.  I put up the dishes to be put up.  Then reset the dishes in the last to batches.  Closing in on a shower.  Of course, I missed the post office hours.  But, tomorrow.

I'll get things done, maybe do a load of laundry, then rest today.  It isn't just what was done, it was pushing through the day to try to get to it, more than the work, that got to me.  I was awake until... 4:30?  I just couldn't work fast enough.

I'd like to eat today, but I'm... just... not up to eating, or cooking, or... else.  Maybe there is something easy enough?  Hmm, bacon and eggs, just those, might work.  Still snowed in out there.  Should be able to get out tomorrow?  We'll see.  The UPS truck just drop up the drive, which is fine.  But that was a few days ago.  We have had at least two snows since his last visit?  His footprints are almost not visible.  We'll see.  No way I can shovel, and the scoop isn't on the lawn tractor.

Well... on to something.  Probably just resting for a bit, then dishes a bit after that.  Gaming between.  Later.