Sleeping is totally weird.

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I cannot sleep when I want, sometimes I am too tired, sometimes I am not tired enough, sometimes it is too hot, sometimes everything is right but because it changed to rightness I cannot sleep because of the change! Or, I should say, I cannot sleep when I would like to sleep. I do sleep 6 to 8 hours a day, every day. And I nap sometimes too. But deciding when to sleep is such a bear. Still, I am going to make a huge effort to sleep early or at least wake by 8:00. I want to be showered, dressed, and away by 9:00. That will absolutely ensure that I can do everything in one day. Beside wanting to visit with my landlady by Tuesday, the cost of gas going down, and the exhaustion from driving all over the state is starting to become a real drag. Plus, the sooner these other things are done, the sooner I can get back to thinks like fishing and perhaps finding places to hike.

My neighbor and myself went plinking again today. I did not set up the target. We were both shooting our guns out for a number of reasons. His because of the new parts, mine to get it loosened back up after cleaning and oiling, and to pound some of the extra oil and cleaner from areas I cannot access so as to remove the extra. It was fun. And, today was cooler. So much so, I forgot my swimming trunks. Nothing every happens exactly as planned, or every time, or even soon. But it all gets done, eventually. So, eventually, I will be swimming in that stream, some other river, or a lake, and most likely all of the above.

The .22 ammunition I was shooting in my pistol was indeed hot. So hot that I had to aim a good 6" below the target. I hate such bullets. As well, with the Winchesters, I had about 6 failures. It was the ammunition. They were printed with the firing pin. They also seemed quite dirty. There were no failure to feeds or eject though, as often happens with hot loads. Still, a failure is a failure, whatever the cause. I consider this ammo junk ammo. It is fine for plinking, if I do not mind missing often and having occasional failures.

On the way into town, or at least before heading home, I stopped at the store. I finally have a re-supply of pickles! I prefer them ice cold, so it will be a bit. The juice is better really cold as well. The cold helps with the *snap* in the pickle and makes the juice more refreshing. I picked up some sausage and eggs as well, now that I have my cast iron skillet out. Fried eggs and sausage might help some mornings. And it is vastly superior to microwave food. Plus, since I am mearly using the cast iron, cleanup should be easy enough.

There is not much else going on today. Which is good. I have been stretching myself the last two weeks. If I can get these last few time sensitive chores done by Wednesday if not earlier, I may just take a two day vacation and hide out in the apartment before getting going again. Maybe to work on my sleep patterns, maybe just to dream about them. *grins* I need to get a count on available money and credit too.

With everything going on, the various costs and time involved for things, and just the way life is, I really need some time off to review things, make contacts, confirm or ask about specifics, and just have breezy days in general. It is not even as if what I am doing is as complicated as work, but it is getting there, slowly but surely. And that is exactly what I am hoping to emulate.

I think I will dinker on the machine a bit, then try to sleep. I am really tired, if not quite ready for bed. No nap today, if I did rise a bit later. Maybe a good long sleep is in order. I am becoming duller and duller as I become more and more ready for sleep.

Good night.