Slept through.

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I think mom called.  Not sure, though suspect she would have tried.  I hit my limits.  Woke up drueling, several times.  Tonight.  I've done that every night this week.  To now, I had much to do.  Trees.  Need to work on that last pile.  But, then, that is it for a while.  I am barely standing.

Mom isn't going to like it, but she is on her own for a week, or two.  I'm still not doing well with medications.  I stopped them, for a day or two, while not eating, but started them back up after eating heart, then a meal the next day.  But fasting and meds, heart meds, extended fasting, don't mix.  That is lethal.

I wasn't absolutely sure if a stick did puncture my right arm pit.  I was pretty sure, but couldn't get a good look and... mom... wasn't looking to be relied on to check.  If something needs a bandaid, she is fine with it.  More?  Not so much.  I'm fine with evisceration, if the subject isn't catterwalling.  Still, I couldn't get an angel on it.

Now I can feel a quarter to fifty cent piece scab like closing.  So... yeah.  I was punctured.  Probably as it felt, say two inches deep.  Surprised that didn't and hasn't hurt.  It isn't, necessarily, pain tolerance?  It is healing, not infected to date, as good as it gets.

A shower when I get up.  Coffee, tea maybe, water, perhaps an ice run.  Can do little things.  Maybe, in a bit, the light fixture up?  Oh, and later still, working on the limb pile.  It has to be cut to smaller sizes.  But that it is out and piled makes that, almost, a snap.  With the chainsaw going.

Perhaps some business too.  Arranging for storage.  Just calls, texts, on that.  But, not even sure about all that.  One thing or the other may short circuit the whole program.  Will find out.

Time to rise and try to shine.  Later.