Better.

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Uhrm, well.  The headache has passed.  Feeling a bit chill, but after having the furnace up for a few days, to shake things up a bit... and it did... I turned it down.  So will have to get used to 70, then 68 in a few days, again.  But this front room... hmm... is 62?  That's unusual.  It had been running 54 to 58?  Ah, but it warmed, outside, a bit.  It was 28 a few hours ago.  Which... is rather warm.  And it was at least up to 32 during the day.

Stomach is still slightly upset.  But mildly, and the only thing seemingly off.  If I decided to take another painpill(s) later, it'll be tylenol.  It doesn't work as fast, but when it works, after forty five to an hour, it works well enough, without stomach upset.

I am going to go out and do some shoveling.  May not be able to get the whole drive.  But if I get even half, it'll be good.  Won't push it.  But, this time, a coat and gloves.  Wearing boots, which may make the effort easier on the feet.  Those hightops shoes aren't... really as good for working.  When pushing and scooping, the toes flex a bit too much for comfort.  Boots, on the other hand, work boots, don't have that toe flex at all.  Not... the kind I buy.

After a couple of shots at it, I may cook burger.  Add eggs to some of it, for a fry, perhaps with peas or something else, cheese on top.  The last few times I have made it with beans, I haven't been happy with it.  Have the beans aged out?  Or have my tastes just shifted?  But, then again, nothing was tasting good.  Even kefir is... odd... lately.  Doesn't taste right.  Dunno.

Oh, but I'll turn kefir over first.  Then rest just a bit.  Then get to the driveway.  Turning over kefir is a bit more of a chore than it seems.  At least for those generally chair and bed ridden.  Standing, for that time, takes effort.  And the pouring, straining, lifting, sorting, sort of takes... a bit of effort.  It's about an half an hour thing.  Sometimes, usually, it isn't a strain... more an annoyance.  But, sometimes, like now, it is an actual struggle.

I let one of my friends know, if I can, I will be in for the funeral.  One way or the other.  Unless I actually cannot be.  These aren't... choices.  With most of the pain gone, there is... a bit more hope.  Now to see about wardrobe, exhaustion, a shower... it gets... complicated.  Oh, and I will pray for assistance.  Look, sometimes that's all I have.  Sometimes it is enough, if far too often it is not.

Well... on to kefir.  A bit of gaming.  Then shoveling.  After a couple of hits of that, if I can, then a shower.  Might still need a nap.  But have to organize my wardrobe.  Hope the shoes will fit over the swelling in the broken foot.  Ugh.  Well, and that I can walk with it.  May have to wear sneakers, or boots.  If that's the only surrender, I... will try.  Like a butterfly, trying to pull off the pins, and fly.  So be it.