Some days.

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Like today?  Surprised I am still alive.  Rough.  Before work, while resting, even sleeping.  Every muscle burns.  Tired in ways I can't fully understand.  Then, when I do work, it exacerbates the fiery muscles.

Mom kept trying to have me do little things.  I had to refuse, stay focused.  The wood pile had to be parted, cut to size, then piled back for reasonable pickup.  It went from two huge piles to five still pretty huge piles.

But, that's it.  No more work for a while.  If I have to avoid going downstairs, so be it.  If I have to avoid meals, okay.  Done, for a week or two.  Though, honestly, sleep and rest are hollowing me out too?  Yes, somehow.  Hmmm... a recliner would be good.  A massive one, like the arms and bossoms of a viking giantess.  Yes.  A nephilim can dream.

Why so harsh, the muscles.  As if everything has been torn, pulled, burned to their last, and then much more.  Less burned, more just... ashes?  Ashes and pain.

On to bed.  Good night.