It is no 9:00 wake-up.

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But I will take it. I kept hitting the snooze, until about 9:30. The neighbors, if they are home, must hate me. Then, I thought for sure I was getting up so I turned it off. Well, I could have gotten up at 9:30ish. Here it is, a bit past 11:30, but I am up. I suppose it beats waking at 14:00 or 15:00. Besides, I was not able to sleep until 5:00. Now to shower and ship off. So much to do, and I will not be in Taylorsville until 14:00 at the earliest. Though Taylorsville is only an hour or so from Ogden and pretty directly on my way home.

No dreams lately, none that I remember as they say. I miss them, the normal ones, when they are gone. Sleep has been relatively good if the hours are not yet quite my preferred. Even today though, I am waking earlier than was becoming common. I do not know if I mentioned it, but the couple I am possibly going to be renting from suggested that in the summer heat, they will sleep from 9:00 to 17:00 in the summer to avoid the heat. If I did not have so much business, I might as well. Though getting back on a regular routine after that has to be a struggle.

I must admit I am not homesick. I miss a few people, sort of, but I saw them so rarely that it is only the lack of potential of seeing them which is a more minor thing. I can still call them. Then again, even when I was more of a homebody, I was home alone. That makes a house less a home than a cave. Without ownership, too, there is much less attachment to a residence. Stores are the same even if they have different names. Maybe there is no place like home and I simply have never had a home. I have been a wandered since before I knew what a home was supposed to be, both because of my Mom and because of my nature. Not that I have been looking for greener grass it is just that I am curious what really is over that next hill. This move is my first move in search of actual "greener grass". A rolling stone does not, indeed, gather as much moss if I did happen to gather enough for a big moving truck.

Before long though, I mean to gather more moss. I need to, now that I am more active and becoming more settled here, begin to get back to Church and going other places were women seem to sit and wait. They cannot or will not go out seeking, but they might make themselves presentable and known. It is my job to find them and court them. Of course, I feel like the treants, or whatever they called them in Lord of the Rings: The Twin Towers (I think), when he asked the hobbits if they had seen any lady Ents (was that what they called themselves?). He indicated that they had not seen them in a long time, lost them millenia ago. I walk fast and discuss things slowly as well. Maybe that IS my problem. You are small, so you could be right.

I have been thinking though, about my weight loss. It has stalled, but I am keeping to 280ish, though I think I will get a new wind and get more off soon again. If I do get down to 260, it will probably be in the winter. A bicycle will do me no good in extending my weight loss. If I happen to be cross country skiing as much as I hope, I may instead buy skis, poles, bindings, and all that. I already have winter layering clothes, so I would be more prepped for that. The cost for a good bike is rather steep, so the price might well be similar or even less for ski gear unless I wanted to try and shoot the moon and go high-end (and even then, one can often find last years high end at a fantastic bargain, such is the nature of fad). Who would know I did not spend $XXX.xx last year and only spent $XX.xx this year? Fools anyway. But I would only do that if there was a real technical advantage to doing that, like with bindings which really do easily, quickly, and rightly switch from downhill to cross country skiing facilitation as some will. All I need is another 20 pounds off. I am half way there. But the rest of it, I think, will be more of a struggle. Hiking when it cools, and swimming, should do that more easily if over more time than the first 20 pounds lost.

I should get going. I have a shower, a long drive, a conversation, a couple of city drivescapes to navigate, a phone call, a visit, probably a meal, and such to finish before hopefully being back by dinner time. And the road does not get shorter as I write.