So, what to do when it hurts.

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First, you have to work your way to an understanding.  What hurts, how, and how do I function around or through it.  Sometimes you just have to settle down and let the pain burn off... through healing, growth, death... beyond what is causing suffering.  If you need to bide time, then do so.  If you can figure a way through, as those who survived impaling, by dodging that which kills, then you figure out how to work around the pain and on to other things, surviving is just one.  Today, I spent a good deal dodging, if not escaping, pain.  I wasn't quite willing to give up.

So, after figuring out my pain centers, some workarounds, and a few matters of will, I decided to get out and finish the frontage to my tastes.  While the distances, on each side but in total, that I shoveled was only about half to two-thirds the distance of my driveway... so 15 to 20 yards... it was deep.  I would guess some of it was eight inches, if some of it was less than an inch right beside the road.  The thing is, the thin stuff was frozen and the thick stuff was very slushy.

Yes, if I can, digging into pain is how I dig out of it, sometimes, often.  Since I often hurt, I dig a lot, though not always does it show.  Though, with this blog, my guess is people finally do understand.  They might not believe, but... they know something is going on in there.

If nothing else, I feel much better about the driveway and frontage.  And, should it snow before long, I will be much more ready to hit it and not have to deal with old snow.  The UPS truck will be by tomorrow.  I know he will appreciate it.  Oh, and, while it is warming to well above freezing during the day, as the mid-afternoon approaches, and the sun gets long, those trickles here and there begin to freeze.  Salt has been added.  Only one small patch anymore, but that's the patch that will get you.  No worries tonight or tomorrow.

Later.

I thought.

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Waking and sleeping are crazy.  Four hour spreads, regardless of bedtime.  And, now, this morning, all of them, it hurts.  I thought I would escape any major session of pain.  Though there may be a reason other than physical from shoveling.  Probably a mix.  I keep missing medicine.  The pain isn't the worst I have known, not close.  It just isn't all that good.

On the good side, the sun is up and out.  I can't quite handle having it invade my a.o.  So it lingers just outside, if it creeps in around the curtains.  A cheering action, so no attempt will be made to keep it out.  Not always is the sun welcome, but this is one of those days.  If I had a way to do it, I might even go out in it for a bit.

I'll see what I can do, keep up on things as I can, do what I must if nothing else... if possible.  Oh, I went to bed in time to be up early.  And I woke early.  I just could not pull it together and wake.  I tried many times, finally surrendering to the fact that anything I did would simply make waking more problematic.  Even now, sleeping an extra five hours, I feel like taking a nap already.  I'll... see what I can do.  Later.

Major nap.

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I sort of suspected that, having waken four hours earlier than I have in nearly a week.  I waited until afternoon, technically, then fell flat on my pillow.  No dreams, though I think I woke in there.  Sam wanted in.  Sassy was a bit late, but took my calves instead.  Crazy cats.  Sleep was wonderful.  First thing I did upon waking was shower.  Yes, I have been a bit... too tired to muss with that for a few days.  I love showers, I love being clean, but if waking around and/or standing are a bit much, then, well... I don't.  I catch up when I can.  Farmer, lawyer, etc... if you have to go long, something has to go short.  Figuring out which to allow presentation status for the needs and demands is the trick.  Currently I am free to choose, skip, decide, without... problems.  So I do.

My arms are still sort of mushy.  They can tighten up a bit, with use.  For now I am just recuperating.  And that means slack guns, mostly.  That was more work than when I had gotten up to benching 300, just before moving out here while in Iowa.  I'll bet people, then and now, were expecting me to pop.  It actually makes me think about getting that heater going, then beginning to work out some out in the garage.  I can obviously, at least for the moment, handle that in the medium-short term.  I'll think about it.  I would have to get some clothes for that sorted out, figure out the heater, and all else.  But, yeah, possible.  That and snowshoeing.  Then again, I tend to push until I overdo, then end up exactly where I currently am... on my butt.  Still, worth a shot, something, anything.  What will kill me is never getting up.  Plus I like to do things, when I can.

Later.

Up, and quite early.

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Very odd.  Awake at just before 9:00.  I didn't go to bed much earlier, if at all.  I actually woke, first, a bit before 7:00.  I thought setting the alarm for 8:00 would be cute.  Didn't even hear it go off.  No clue what is up with sleep.  My guess is, as I am healing from the workout, I am needing less sleep.  There is another sprinkling of frozen bits out there.  I wouldn't call it a real snow.  Looks more like dropped frozen rain, from here.  I'll have to get to it before long.  That might sweep off.  I can't be sure, but it might.  First things first, coffee and a shower.  Maybe some gaming.  For, while I am awake, I am not comfortably awake?  Yeah.

Do I need comfort?  No.  I simply like it.  I will let my body attempt to figure things out.  It just doesn't feel good.  Since there is no rush, I prefer to let my body figure the world out before I just shove it into gear.  I almost suspect that some of my issues come from pushing like there was no tomorrow.  I suppose, given my condition, I have done just that.  Which is why I am in a bit of a spot.

My stomach feels like I have been in a fight.  The lower back has a powerful tickle from time to time, and muscles under all that haven't been used like that in a very long time have trace tickles, the threaten pain, from time to time.  Lungs are a bit tight too.  Cold air, mostly, and large volume exchanges, both, tend to tickle things in there.  Improving, but it's still a bit rough.  Which is why, for the most part, I have been parked lately.  If today is just a sweeper, I will be quite grateful.  Sweeping is much easier.

Later.

While a bit late, earlier.

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My days have been slipping a bit, and worse.  I hit a patch a few days ago where I started to wake a bit earlier and more.  I don't know if I can reverse this aspect of time.  I do it rarely, I try often.  Time will tell.

I grilled ribs last night.  It was... frozen rain snowing, sort of.  I swept a tract near the garage entrance, then took a path out to the front of the drive and did a bit there.  Mostly just hoping to help for the morning while I was cooking.  I wasn't ready to do the whole thing last night.  Especially with food on the way and then a meal, plus it being later.  As I said, I did what I could in the time of cooking.  Once eating commenced, all bets where off.

So, this morning, first thing, even before I officially woke, I checked.  Okay, a bit, maybe an inch.  What I had worked on actually, somehow, stayed mostly clear so the effort had helped.  Back to it, right first thing.  I used the broom on some of it.  As I got to the virgin areas that I had not worked last night, the broom became less useful.  The shovel worked and easily from then on.  Only, maybe, an inch.  The base was becoming slush, but hadn't started freezing yet.  Yes, boys and girls, your... favorite... ogre finished snappily.  I laid salt in the areas where traffic will happen, as I could only get most of the gunk up and it was beginning to freeze.  The last bits simply would not lift without a ton of work.

How do I feel?  Wonderful.  You know, unless the snow is deep, it isn't the weight in the scoop.  It's the bending and lifting.  Light or heavy, that is something I have not done, not this intensely, for ages.  That will get me from now until I'm an hundred.  At which time I am not going to shovel anymore.  Heck, might give it up in my 90's.  Laugh?  Then again, shouldn't you be laughing about a guy who could be on the heart transplant list shoveling?  Race you!

All good.  I haven't done anything else this weekend.  If I am going to be a good boy, I best get to some of these things on my list.  Laundry, dishes, a shower... bleh.  Later.

Tumbling through time and dreams again.

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This time I caught less than last.  However, again, I was sure it was much later.  I woke at 13:00(ish).  I know, from getting up several times, that it was more like 17:00, urhm, earlier.  Never mind all that.  The sleep is good.  Both needed and wanted.  I am still in pretty heavy recovery, or having some other problem... can't be too sure.  Taking a few down days, at least, is required.  Though, as suggested, I might be able to kick a few things out of the park.  Laundry can be started, dishes, and some work in the kitchen.  If I can keep the work low key as I recover, I might just burrow in here at home for a week or two and really work on home.  I love having a clean home, I'm just not good at it.

What?  Oh... I think I will grill meats this afternoon... more like on into evening.  I love love grilled meat.  I have potatoes too, and carrots.  I suppose I could figure something out with those.  Oh, and if the last of the greens are good, I might well add them together and make a salad.  I do like a salad once in a great while.  More a way to enjoy more fats, mind you.  *wink*  Yes, boys and girls, I am all about protein and fat, then everything else in moderation.  Then again, I survived nearly 25 years of a failed heart without medical care for it.  You can knock my notions all you like, but unless you think I truly am unique in very peculiar ways, you might well take my example as a lesson.  One way or the other, not both.  Though, to be honest?  Not my problem.

Oh, best get medicines set up for another two week set, and probably just refill the other one.  It just works better to have a month set up, then go from there.  I do try to remember medicines.  I have slipped a few times this week.  Oddly, I did well while shoveling.  During my break, in the evenings, I started forgetting.  I was crashing pretty hard, I think, is why.  Failure isn't just an option, it's a likelihood.  In some aspects of failure, the cessation of life, it is a guarantee.  So... don't worry about failing, or succeeding.  Just keep going until you can't, and fall, then arrange for the next ride.  Keep getting up, even knowing that you have to eventually fail.  THAT is the school we were sent to learn in.  That isn't the only lesson, just one of them.  Well... on to today's lesson.

Later.

Not always as planned.

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I made it to town, and about when I had hoped.  Popcorn, popper, butter, and some other things.  Not everything.  Even the movie was left.  Ah well, perhaps next time.  He had <i>Master and Commander</i>, which while we have both seen, we both like.  So that was good.  Next time I will remember the movies.

It was a light evening.  We did go to the store.  We both had a small list.  I got everything, plus, as usual.  It was a fast visit, then back.  I really am not feeling up to much running around.  A little was good, and I really wanted those medicine sets.  Now I have three extra, if one of those will probably be put to use before too long.  Those things really only last a year or two.  With one having failed, the other might well be on the way out.  Still, that gives me two extra.  Which gives me time to replace one, then begin shopping for replacements before being clean out of extras.  I have found that keeping extra extra in stock, as ill as I can be, really buys me time.

Today, or really tonight yet, tomorrow?  I don't know.  I think my sleep is just off.  Not much I can do about it but swim against the flood until I can make some sort of headway again.  All fine.  I am still feeling a bit worn.  I was a little surprised I was able to get out today, but pleased.  I am hoping to get back to it before long.  I have other things I really want to do.  Later.

Dream after dream.

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I couldn't sleep until late.  My body just... too tired?  Yes, something in that neighborhood.  Not a terrible thing, just off.  Then I slept so well.  Waking though, to dreams, which I go through just a bit next.  Powerful.  I kept waking for bathroom use, too.  Just, everything was off.  And, for much of the sleep, I felt as if I was back in the white-water.  No control, if I was pretty sure I would survive.  I couldn't always make sense of what was about me, where I was, what was happening.  In the end, I think, it made sense for the most part.  I thought I saw the time.  First 15:00, then 17:00, time was flying.  I wanted to wake, I simply could not.

It all came to some sort of conclusion.  Some order was put to it.  Waking, real waking, began to happen.  I figured it must be 18:00, or later.  Had to be.  In my dreams, I was angry.  While it was what time it was, it wasn't supposed to be that time.  So... I changed it back.  My conscious mind knew that wasn't possible, my impossible mind cared not about what is possible.  Imagine my surprise when I looked and saw that it was just after 14:00 when I woke.  All good though.  It means my day schedule, if a little off, might be salvageable.  As to meddling with time?  I'll leave that for you to decide upon.  I was just setting down to the machine to write a post, then call my friend, when he called.  Yeah, I'll get it.  We arranged affairs, he would like to go with me when I pick up a medicine set or four, then a movie or two.  Popcorn for me, he can't handle the corn skins anymore.  All fine.  I just had to post this, listen to some music, have this cup of joe and maybe another, then get in and shower.  All good.

The forecast says...

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Nothing until Saturday, and then that is supposed to be rain.  Of course, if it cools enough while raining, after raining, or even potentially before, then during and after... or some combination, that could turn to ice.  Is is not easy to negotiate, even with salt.  A bit of salt while it is coming down, and keeping an eye on things, might work.

I couldn't get to sleep as easily as I had hoped.  Just... achy, a bit.  Nothing major, and not even really painful.  Sort of like how, in an old house, the thing creaks for no seeming reason.  I really did work the heart and body.  I could do more, but would rather not, for a while.  I'm not sure how much more I could honestly take, just that this isn't the end of the line, but if I hit the end of the line that'll be that for a month or something.  Probably.  I'll go down hard.  Still, that was a really good push.  And it didn't cripple me.

I think, maybe, I can get out tomorrow.  I don't want to do a whole lot.  I would like to pick up some medicine-sets, take in the movie, popcorn, machine, and maybe a couple of bigger bowls.  Or something.  It's good having friends who are about as bad off as you, sometimes.  Then I plan to take the rest of the weekend off, or at a very slow attempt at cleaning up.  Good night.

A bit weary.

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The nap was a bit long, though not as long as it might seem.  I have been awake for a good bit now.  I know I dreamed, of war.  Wars that no man will see but others will.  Not all things are about men, you know.  Men, however, will choose when.  The rest is out of their hands on the grander scales.  Each man will have some choices, to some degrees, in his environment.  But in the final war, no man will make any of the real major choices.  The men fighting, initially, will only be men who are fighting for other men, all of who are fallen.  It won't be until these have burned themselves out, and ground the other factions, pretty much, to nothing that another will find his place, call his army... a pitiful unenviable and small host.  It is this army that will resist, and their leader who will call an end to the war through the laying of the dark enemy, to a man, to death in the streets.  Not with arms but with word.  Will, really, but spoken will.  So says a Pied Piper.  Or Jester, Coyote, Raggedy Man, among other names or titles...  *wink*

Anyway, so dreams go.  Someone must ensure that everyone is in their place, in their due time, for the show must go on.  Just do not think that one has to surrender to the belief in the affair, any more than the stage manager must believe in the theater he is helping to present.  Thankfully, a choice was proffered and accepted, and yet a job remains.  Such dreams.  Oh, sure, a middling role is to be played beside.  Some shows are all hands on deck.

I am pretty worn, tuckered.  I will not be shoveling extra on the frontage, as I had proposed.  I am hoping, however, to stay up a bit, have a meal, play the game for a bit, be up reasonably early tomorrow, and check on my friend in the afternoon.  A movie, popcorn perhaps, and a trip to town.  His recliner should be in.  Curious.  I have some, but they are a bit old and small for me.  I have been thinking of getting a bigger one, for when my ankles are troubling.  Which, actually, is fairly rare.  More a thing when I forget my water pill than when I eat excess salt.  No work today, and maybe not tomorrow.  Not sure about a trip to town either, but... that's tomorrow.

Later, or good night.

So strange.

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A day or two of rest, a special moment of repose, and the future and past become available in such odd forms.  I suppose it may mean nothing, or everything.  Perhaps, after feeding the girls, I'll take a short nap.  Even when good, life can be hard in ways.  Beautiful, too.

Wonderful!

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No new snow, no frozen rain, and the sun is shining.  A day or two off snow duty and I am feeling better.  I woke at 8:00 in spite of having gone to bed a bit later.  Though I went to bed earlier than usual too.  I am still sleeping a bit longer.  That is what happens when you push an older class destroyer to it's limits.  Nothing I can't survive it seems.  Still, waking to a clear driveway and sunshine is a great boost to the ego.  I won't say I can always do that.  I will say it is more possible, as I see things.  The more I can do myself, the longer my timeline, if that isn't in my hands, what of it is I will work as I may.

Today is mostly a day of rest.  I wouldn't mind getting a few things sorted and started.  It just won't be a day at the races.  Old home day, no more.  Coffee!  I haven't had that in a while, doing tea lately for some odd reason.  Good enough, I suppose.  Nice for a change.  But it isn't coffee.  Hmm... my friend suggests he does coffee in the morning, tea at night.  Might be worth a while to mix and match things as such for a bit.  Plus, getting in some honey isn't all bad.

I did test sugars, pretty high still, but not the 500, or higher, it had been.  Now that I am back on track I will begin to monitor and pay attention.  I have some options to sugar that I like, if even these will have to be checked to see if they fit my goals.  With medicine coming in, and me back on regular doses, I will start tending consumption and seeing what works and what doesn't.  As I said though, my system is really screwy.  It doesn't match up with what they have been telling me, not in a patent way.  So... I need to figure it out myself, a bit.  I know what they want, numbers-wise, now it's up to me to achieve those since their advice doesn't hold up well.  Fair enough.  If I want to live, it behooves me to pay attention and make the effort.

Life is good.  A day of rest is great.  I may be out tomorrow.  Hmm...  I may just take a movie over, tomorrow, and some popcorn.  A bit of butter and I find I don't need all that much salt on popcorn anymore.  An air popper cuts the fats to just butter.  A nice gig once in a while, now that I found popcorn that seems to fit the region... being dryer and higher elevation, a different popcorn was needed.  My old standby just didn't work in the highlands.  Anyway.... later.

So far, no new snow.

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I'm hoping for a day off.  Not sure that will happen, just that it would be good.  Looking out at a clean driveway has never felt so good, even if it is just for a bit.  It is great to know that I did a lot of it.  I'm not sure how.  It's not as if I don't try other times when I fail, or that I tried any harder this time.

A hoagie sandwich.  Salami, havarti, sliced onion, tomato, and avocado, between two slices of ciabatta bread.  Oh, and a large glass of milk.  The tomatoes were good.  I smelled them before taking them.  If tomatoes don't smell... green, or... earthy... there is a specific tomato smell, then I won't buy them.  These are as good as they smelled.

I am tired though.  I can't quite get to sleep though either.  It's a bit of a bother.  I will be trying shortly.  Later, or good night.

Tired.

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Happily worn.  That sort of feeling you get when you feel like you have done something.  I am not sure I can sleep yet, though I think I can shrink wrap my world in preparation for sleep.  I feel very good, as I like to feel.  Working yourself into condition for sleep makes sleep a medicine, joy, pleasure, need, rather than being just a simple function.  If it snows tomorrow I will shovel tomorrow, unless it starts to snow and doesn't stop.  Though maybe even then, just to not fall too far behind.  If it doesn't snow tomorrow, I may still get out and do a bit more of the frontage area.  Oh, and I am hoping to get back to work on the inside as well.  Laundry, dishes, the freezer, the kitchen, and the bathroom are all on my shortest list, if the order of the list isn't well defined.

My friend called.  His sister will be here until Friday.  She works him like my mother works me, comparatively.  He being more ill, as to affect, with age.  She shopped him until he dropped too.  My mother did the same thing, several times though.  All I did was let him know that I understand, that I think it's funny... more so when it's someone else's turn, and mostly let it go.  He said they had work to do, I made a simple offer but was told they had it handled.  So be it.  I didn't really want to work, I only thought it polite to offer.  Many have helped me.  And I seem to be doing slightly better of late.

Yeah, a bit of gaming as I chill toward sleep.  Good night.

There are limits.

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I've hit a, what I call, soft cap.  I can do more, and easily enough.  I just really don't want to.  I made it to town, did most of my shopping, realized the road was narrowing so I had a bite to eat and then ran home.  I am tired.  Not overly tired.  Just a simple weariness settled into my body and that is that.  Unless there is a disaster and great need, I am done for a bit.

I forgot my phone, so didn't know if my friend had returned my call.  Seems not.  I did receive a call from my doc, I'll check it after the groceries are put up and I have rested a bit, or tomorrow.  I am rather shot.  While it might be looking to get ugly and snow again, it hasn't started that yet.  To great cheer.  If it does snow, I will keep at it as long and well and I can.  If I can't do it a day, I'll skip that day, if two days off are needed, or three, so be it.  I'll do what I can when I can.  Though, from the looks of it, it seems as if I am doing well.

Be well.  Get to it if you can.  If you can't, call me to laugh with or at you.  Maybe both if you are extra lucky.  Anyway... I'll get the groceries up and then put my butt down.  It's needs to be gifted with a chair, and very soon.  Later.

Showered and shaved.

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I am most of the way to getting out of the house to town.  I didn't just do a light shave this time, either.  No sir.  I trimmed it first with the electric trimmer then set up the sink for a hot sudsy safety razor shave.  I haven't quite worked my way to a straight, or saftety straight, razor yet.  For now this will do.  Next, I simply have to finish dressing.  I did call my friend.  No answer so I left a message.  I thought about, since I know his message plays to whoever is there, asking if his sister is gone so we can go to the girly dancing show in Vegas, then swing for some swill in Reno.  I was truly tempted, especially if I thought his sister was still here.  But, no, not yet.  Yes, I have gotten my friends in trouble before.  Though usually innocent like this, since we aren't planning any such thing.  *Cheshire Cat grins*

I best get going if I want some of that bread, and I do.  I may pick up some more deli.  Just a bit this time.  I truly enjoyed, some of it.  I have decided that deli corned beef is not for me.  Salamis of various sorts, rare roast beef, and cheeses will do nicely.  I'm not even a great lover of ham.  I am sure there might be a ham out there I like, for deli.  It would just take some digging.  Just a matter of tastes, really.

I best be off.  Little time for a bread purchase, though a good reason to get back to town later this week should I miss it.  Though... it would be nice to be mostly caught up on my lists for a while, for once.  Later.

So far so good.

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The driveway is still clear.  Nothing dropped after.  It looks like there is some melting, though that my just be from roof-melt.

Muscles are just a bit tight, everywhere.  More like wearing compression clothing than anything.  Every once in a while I get a bit of an intramuscular tickle.  I suspect, if I tightened those muscles hard, right as the tickle runs, I'd get a charlie horse.  Small things, not even really complaints.  Only, perhaps, warnings not to go do somersaults down some sledding hill or such.  *grins*

Out?  I'd sure like to get out.  Just to get out, a bit.  Though milk and cream is probably needed.  I hope I get the day off, of other snow.  If I do, and tomorrow, I'll hit the frontage area, shoveling another ten yards, maybe fifteen.  It really makes back in quicker and safer.  Why back in?  Trying to back out, on even this moderately and pretty reliably busy road in the winter or summer is a trick.  Better to go nose out.  More winter, when hitting the gas might just cause a little movement, then spinning and no movement.

Yeah, well, it's nice to have taken care of the snow last night.  At least since it didn't snow more.  Boy do I need a shower though.  I had hoped to get one in last night, there just wasn't enough energy left.  I think a trip to town will be kept very simple.  Just some shopping, a bite, and back home.  Later.

More.

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Snow.  Of course.  Between 2 and 3 inches, up to plus an half inch... no minuses there.  I thought about shoveling it tonight.  My ego wasn't up to shoveling if it was just going to keep snowing on me though.  I have worked to minimize my ego, but between having some healthy... I think... notions of ego, there is also morale.  Both, at this time, are weak.  Anyway, I kept watching.  I never did see it slow down, not the last time I looked.  I decided to get up and out anyway.  Surprise!  It had stopped snowing and the clouds had cleared out!  Wouldn't have mattered, if I might not have done what I did.

The drive way, complete, of course.  Though no one will be using the sidewalk too soon, I decided to get that anyway.  You never know.  Then I went on to the frontage areas, east and west, and did about 40 yards of that, mostly to the east as I tuckered out there at the last to the west.  Still, now I can glide in, then back into my drive off the road.  Yes... I am a peculiar cat, and pay the price for it.  Oh, and again, I did it all in one shot.  A few breathers, standing mind you, but not more than enough to catch my breath.  I really should get my canteens in action.  Water really helps.

Now, whether you consider this, the end of my day, as Tuesday, then I have shoveled every day since Friday, and shoveled last Wednesday too, I think.  Three of them have been deep or water-heavy.  One I did receive help with.  Yeah... not bad.  If nothing else comes in, at least before I can get out, I will go shopping.  Just milk, maybe some of that fancy bread, and to see if my friend wishes to go along.  His sis was supposed to be in town, and he sounded... a bit private about that.  Fine.  I'll still share my mum if she gets back out this way.  A dinner or such.  It's how we do.  No, seriously, no fuss.  Still, I'll see if she is still here, if he and/or she would like to go out, or what else is up.  If it snows, however, I may just shovel and call it a day.

I may yet take a shower.  Right elbow has a bit of a sting to it, thighs and midsection are smarting a bit.  All else is good.  Love me some work.  You should have seen when I was healthy.  No one believes... so... fine.  But I'm telling you... and you should listen. Good night.

Just resting.

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I'm not all broken up, just a bit on the tired side.  I have played games, blogged, and read.  That is it for the day.  I could have made it out, I could have done laundry or dishes.  I just get that wasn't the best choice.  I shoveled snow from Friday through to yesterday, plus last Wednesday I think?  I am tuckered.  Oddly, the only thing that is a bit sore is my midsection, as if I had done a bunch of setups.  I did miss medicine, in pill form, last night.  I got the other stuff.  Which surprises me.  I would have thought I would have missed more medicine with the work.

I am hoping to get out tomorrow.  A bit of shopping, something to eat, and just to be on the road.  Nothing fancy, not a lot.  I need to pick up more pillboxes.  One of them broke, the other might be about to break since I bought them at the same time.  This time I would like to buy four.  Having a few extra just means shopping isn't as vital.  Medboxes really help me stay regular.  As poorly as I can do, this is much better than before, without.  I am learning that prep isn't just for disasters.

I'm just waiting for dinner, then I'll be heading to bed.  Sleep sounds fantastic.  Good night.

Nice!

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First thing I do these days, is look out a window.  It isn't even about if new snow has fallen, but how much.  I resigned to the notion, just like to prep body and mind as I wake by knowing, possibly, what I face.  The snow yesterday, I thought, wasn't deep and was fresh, so it looked easy.  It ended up being the absolutely most difficult of the shoveling I have done, none of it being easy though.  Ice sticking to the pavement, regular snow removal, working in rain a bit, ugly.  So, today, I was hoping for just snow.  Even three inches isn't too back, as long as there is no ice.  As warm as it has been lately, if ice isn't there right away, best to remove it quickly or ice will form under the pack.

However, this morning, when I looked?  No snow.  Or, not yet.  The salt has been useful, though has thinned greatly by being useful.  So... I will, sometime today, add a bit more salt in those important, high-use areas.  I like to keep people safe.  Slipping can really bust someone up, and there isn't anything the pedestrian can do about it.  I try to minimize salt use, for a number of reasons.  But if it comes right down to keep my vehicle or people safe, salt will be used.  Ah, but the sight of a clear driveway was a grand thing.  I am still mush.  Probably will be for another day or two.

I am not sure if I am going to get to town today.  If it was a simple choice, I would.  I may be a bit to mushy to shop.  Though I might be able to pull it off.  If it doesn't snow by afternoon.  If I can squeeze a shower in.  If I simply can, and then want to push as well.  I know I can, I am simply not sure, in full, that the price, today, is worth the cost.  The cold isn't even a bother, just raw main energy use.

On to some tea.  Good morning, day.