Fresh breezes are blowing my ship of fools, and this captain is ready to ride. Yeeea-haaaaw

It has taken some time to get my days and nights straightened. It still is not completely regular, this being the first day I have been able to be awake up to this point in some weeks, I think. I will most likely be able to stay up the rest of the day as well. I did not sleep last night, waking yesterday afternoon around 17:00, give or take.

Last night was productive. I straightened the kitchen, did some laundry, roasted beef ribs and baked potatoes along with it. Then, cleaned the kitchen again. A little sweeping and mopping went with that. I straightened up a few areas which desperately needed it, stored a few things in the garage, and went to the store. Not world class, but it is the most I have been able to get done in a while. I am hoping to add to that this day, plus find out what is needed to take the math course, perhaps set up an appointment if necessary. I will not go in today, I just am not ready for that. Even putting it off until tomorrow would help me get a better grip on this tentative stride. A twelve pack the other night seems to have hit the hammer right on the head. (yes, I wrote that right, trust me)

I would also like to get out to the range and sight in my .22 to 50 yards. I have it set at 30 yards, but after having ranged it initially at 15 yards, then to 30, I noticed there is a good bit of change. Once set to 50 yards, I will then practice. I would also like to see about where I hit at the 30 and 15 yard ranges with the setting. That will be about as far as I will practically shoot while hunting. Perhaps in time, I will test out to 75 and 100 yards. But one thing at a time. I was having some difficulty sighting in at 30 yards, so perhaps all I will be able to do today is the 50 yard sighting in. Who knows, but it will be good to get out of the house. As my nights and days switched, so too did I become housebound again. Last nights foray into the city at night and to the grocery store was my first personal outing in some time. The last was a hike some time ago, and I cannot remember the time before that, even if my two friends forced me out for movies or such (thankfully, mind you).

I do not know if I had mentioned it, but I have a temporary house guest. He is a furtive little creature, interesting to watch, and I to talk to him. My neighbors left for vacation and could not take him, so I volunteered to be his host. He is a rat. The neighbors son was allowed to save for a pet. We all thought he would buy a snake, and his mother was even, sort of, set for it. He surprised us all. In any case, I now host a fine member of that particular species. I have decided I like him enough that I have shared a piece of cheese or two. He was quite pleased, to no real surprise. Though, without ever knowing for sure, one just cannot tell how something might really work. At least this rat loves cheese, cheddar and an Italian blend of cheeses anyway. I am a bit nervous about taking him out of the cage, so I will hold off on that, if I even decide to do that. Perhaps if I really organize one of my rooms so that he could not escape or chew through electrical cords, etc. I might consider it. I just would not feel good having to say he died. Anyway, I enjoy having another little friend in the house.

I have been trying to contact my mother for over a week. I have left three messages, one about every other day. Not a word back, not even a missed call. My phone registers even hang-up calls. I am a little frustrated. I do not believe she is ill, someone would have called me. I am sure of that. And, I know she would not be at her guys house this long, on vacation to my brothers, and I know she knows I called her cellular as it has the same system mine does. So, she is avoiding for no reason I am aware. Not logical, feminine, but not logical. I know she is planning a visit this August. I hope to have the cave decent, at least to my skill level. She will no doubt do this and that, and there are a few tasks I have in mind which she knows of, but too perhaps we can enjoy a little fun time. Maybe a picnic and fishing if it is not too hot. Barring that, maybe a movie, ice cream, and a stop at my favorite international beer jazz place. Jazz is not my favored, and it is not hers, yet I think the beer more than makes up for the muzak. Plus, they serve very fine Italian pie, and several other entrees should one have interest. Oh, it is so nice and dark, lights dimmed, reminds me of the better (to my taste) pubs in Scotland, England and Ireland too, if I remember right. Anyway, nice and moody.

Oh, I had been off and on with my medications. I suppose I was playing with those, trying to get my world to agree with myself, tinkering in an attempt to make it right. It seems my corpse must just find it’s way to rightness. I suppose, also, I should not tinker. I also suppose, like the fool I can be, I will tinker when I do not like the results. Go figure. You know though, for a slide into rutsville, it was not bad. If that is as bad as it gets in my bad times, and these medicines even when taken on a tilt (lightly) keep me from dipping or staying down, I can deal with that. And I can deal with that happily. Hmm, oh yeah, I aught to place a call to my priest and set up a time for confession. I really need that right about now. A little Jesus juice, a little Christ skin, and yeah, life will be premier again. I miss it when I miss it, and, yeah, I miss it. Say that three times twice and mean what I meant. Urhm, or not.

Oh, I have been working on my story, but I am not happy. Let me think on a few things. Hang loose, tight, or upright, just do not hold your breath. Well, ok, go ahead, but do not blame me for black-outs or headaches. And, if you are doing that on my account, at least capture it and send it. Nothing like hostages to make me wait a little longer. I like righteous outcomes. Ha!