Very good.

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Exhausted near to the point of crossed eyes.  But, it is nearly 18:00.

I had hoped, through the day, to do some work.  But that just wasn't possible.  Just keeping my body in my chair, and my mind awake, was the limits of my abilities.

Tomorrow?  I should be able to get some trash out.  Not much has been created.  Not sure there will be enough to take to the curb, and what there is is all dry.  No old food, or such.

To, though, I'd like to hit the freezertop, set up dishes, and work on laundry.  One, or better all, of those combined would be a dream.

I may need to turn the heat up?  It's at 72, but that just isn't warm enough.  Not sure what all is wrong, but am so tired!

Didn't quite get close enough to sleep to daydream.  Certainly not actually dream.  Heavy drowsy blinks, all through the day.  But why?  Well, I did a bit yesterday.  Doctor appointment, this, that, the other thing.  And, again, had to be out and on the road early, earlier.

I have been doing more, through the week.  Maybe I'm just old?  And it has been dark, overcast, cool.  I don't mind.  It is a Saturday.  I've done what I had to do, if little of what I wanted to get done, at least today.  To sleep, get going, and get to things this coming week.  Can hope.

The shoes!  I have to remember to untie those, especially with freshly packed wounds.  Having them tied tight, through the day, the old wound was beginning to hurt something fierce.  The blood return was too heavy, with the foot closed off from the shoes being bound.  On the good side, within an half hour of loosening, the pain ended.  Ouch.

Oh, there is one other thing that is good for strength/stamina.  Sprints.  Last year I bought a pair of sprinting shoes.  I have a decent little acreage.  I have room to sprint on it.  Now, you, or I, don't want to do massive numbers of them.  Just... one group?  Maybe two sets?  But as fast as I can do them.  Giving absolutely everything.  Having nothing left.  Or... as I remember it.  

Will... look.  If, too, waiting on the doctor to offer advice.  It may just not be the best plan, currently, until things settle?  Dunno.  Will find out.  But I do have the shoes.  Hmm... never did try them on though.  I'll try to get the call, with the data, when his office calls.  Doctors aren't the ones who call, almost ever?  These days?  But... a message can be passed and a response forwarded.  I'm pretty sure they will fit, though.  If not, I'll... order others.  I won't jog, that's a twenty year thing then your knees are shot.  Don't.  Swim, sprint, whatnot.  Especially if you've become a meathead.  That extra weight will bust you up something awful.

Well... on to bed.  Good afternoon, evening, and goodnight.