Horrible.

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But, I got the packages returned!  I am elated, in my misery?  Something like that.

Absolutely exhausted.  Wasn't sure I was going to, could, make it.  Had to push, for hours.  Finally got the items in the vehicle, got in and going.

As well, there is a drugstore with a shorter walk to get to.  I went there and finally obtained tylenol, a generic of it anyway.  Took some right then.  Foot was having fits.  I thought, from moving around the house, that I had... some recovery.  And, while I do?  I don't.  Not at full speed, out in the city wilds.  Yes, it hurt.

Still, I was able to walk several times, and some distance.  Just hoping I wouldn't have to dodge an idiot driver, or something.

Being so very tired didn't help.  I did get an Arby's roast beef.  No sauces, no fries, no soda.  I had perrier.  The bun isn't the best, but... I needed something to help me get back home.  Not sure it helped, but it didn't hurt.

I am really thinking I may need to crash, shortly.  Still, got a shower, got the packages back, got a bite to eat.  With steak and else here at home, I wasn't as tempted for worse drive through food(s).  When I wake, I'll fry the burger.  I'll save the last little steak for tomorrow, probably with a can of veggies.

Tomorrow?  Dishes, hopefully.  Maybe tending dried clothes.  And, perhaps start in on boxes.  Breaking them down, sorting them to go.  Not a lot, not fast.  I've been pushing.  To some success.  But to exhaustion and foot pain.  I'll go slower.  It's a weekend anyway.

Still, pleased.  Hoping the tylenol will kick in shortly.  Maybe I just pushed too far for a quick help from painkillers.  Later.  Or goodnight.