Busy Day

After sleeping ten hours I got out of bed by 9:30 a.m.  I poured five gallons of diesel into my oil tank yesterday and had to prime the furnace for a morning shower. 100 gallons was being delivered later in the day. With success a hot shower and two cups of coffee slowed down my need for a nap. Did a little of this and a little of that and 3:30 came quickly. An hours nap was needed.
My love and caregiver bought me a fishing license today. It would be great to back into the peacefulness of fishing. I am reading a good book too. The old self often had three books going on at once. Being able to read now is different. It has to be more participant than thinking and processing. A story and not a feeding of the mind.
My current read... 
My love and caregiver is making plans for solo camping for a few days next week. She needs space too. She worries too much about me. I asked her recently, "If I was an eight slice pie, how many slices of me is a burden for you?" She told me, "six slices!" It's become a possible nickname. "Six Slice."
We sleep in separate beds. Intimacy is no longer what it was pre-TBI. But we do love each other and are growing both separately and together. I really feel as though I couldn't live without her but I support her life's plans if it is ever to be.
When people from the past see us again it is difficult for them so see where we hurt or have changed. Spending time with me some areas are seen but not well. The reason why many of us feel similar to ghosts. They really don't see us.
I really need a dog but it seems too difficult. The choice. The responsibility.
I've never been a smoker. A part of the cigarette league. I've smoked a peaceful pipe for years and years. After my injury the pipe was emptied of pleasure and replaced by the cigar. A good cigar. I love my cigars. Watching the chickens. Reading my book. Sitting in my free chair.
Good to see you. Thanks for stopping by. You should come over for a night's fire. Peaceful!