Awake.

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Sleep was very good.  Long?  I don't know.  I can't remember when I went to bed.  I think I was asleep a good hour or two before actually laying down, if you know what I mean.  I don't remember some large chunk of the last bit... probably even three hours before sleeping.  Was I waiting for food to finish?  Or slogged down trying to digest the meal?

Food was good though.  Warming a dose for shortly.  Forgot to add the green beans last night, so am adding them this morning.   Some small bit of old veggies, a bid of new, meat, and sauce.  Hoping to make gravy.  Not quite this early, but later.

Hmm, 18:00ish, as I woke?  Give or take an half hour.

I'm hoping, today, to get to cleaning the kitchen.  I took a hard south turn, for a bit.  Then weather went frigid in a hurry.  I've been gimped up pretty bad with this, that, and the other thing.  I'll... try to push back through, get back to where I was, then begin digging back into the house.  It's still in much better condition.  A few very small steps have been taken backwards.  Should... be easy enough to sort and fix.  Then begin moving forward.  Maybe not in a huge hurry, quite yet.  I am hoping by, not this Monday but next, to get back into tearing into new territories.  Finishing a few areas upstairs, clearing this room, though sorting the tools and equipment in the living room so that maybe I can move the computer in there, and close this room off... save as a removal staging ground.

Well, that's the plan.  Will see.  But, this next week, I'll be, as I may, getting back on my feet and getting the house back to the trim it was, before I fell.  Just... catch back up on dishes, clean surfaces back to trim, perhaps empty a few more cupboards... so some small additional improvements.  But... slow, easy, gentle, until I can stand better again.

I have to wonder, even being Who He IS, if Jesus didn't have to take things a bit slowly, for a while.  People like to think, once off the cross, He would be just fine, and healed up.  But doubting Thomas should remind that... that just wasn't the case.  His wounds remained.  To this day?  I suspect until all are healed, His wounds remain.  So, yes, He... probably needed to take things a bit easier, for some time.  You can get used to grievous wounds, injuries, illnesses.  Trust me.  But... it... takes a while.  It's good to know there is One, definitely, Who knows far worse.  And, yet, that is terrifying, too.  When it becomes insufferable, I think of His suffering, and His mother's suffering.  My cross seems the much fairer, and yet most unfair given our natures.  It's... a God thing.

Well... on to looking around, seeing if there is any news.  Later.