Weird.

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Sleeping is just off. I wake in the early morning, say around 1:00. That I am still up and going, today, is good. But more, I think I will get some things done. Actually, through collaboration with my lady friend and the internet, I bought the ticket for her to visit this Christmas. What a crazy girl she is. I believe I will get my apartment straightened, trash out, a load (maybe two) over to storage, and do laundry in between trips to the storage facility. Crazy, but some weeks nothing can get done. Why this week and not that week, I simply cannot be sure.

If I do well, I also have a few other things on my list. The people for whom I will be house sitting, the wife though by suggestion of the husband, gave me a bunch of lenses and a camera body. I am not sure about the body, neither were they. But the lenses are in good to excellent shape and cover the major areas of lens use, close-up, standard, and long distance with a few variations and duplicates. I need to take this gear in, have it looked at, and find out if I need a new(er) body or if this will work. As well, hiking is on my mind.

If I can do the things I wish to do today I will be in a much better state of mind to get to the other things. There is something about getting behind in one area which will snowball into simply falling off the proverbial map of life. If that still happens here, what is amazing is how short my day trips end up being and how functional I remain other than being housebound (usually, if not this time). I have noticed that having little sun in my apartment does not help. In my new place, I will actually see the sun much more than I do where I currently live. And, that does make a difference. Though the cold is of almost no significance (outside), as I enjoy that, the lack of light plays havoc with my internal clock. They do, actually, get a lot of sun here, year around, unlike Iowa. I keep thinking how fortuitous I am to have found just the right place. And, other than a few setbacks which given my condition and the situations is reasonable, I feel more sure every day that I am in the right area to settle in.

Hmm, I ought to eat more as well. Then again, I was doing that until it became nearly perpetually dark in the cave and then everything else slid into deficit existence so that my kitchen has become unusable. Cleaning up will help with eating. It all feeds something else, though where the head and tail of a downward spiral is, once it is in play, nobody can tell. A piece at a time, one task, one visit, one call, and a meal, in it's place, and then, *Kaplow*, I am flying again. I ordered delivery food today, a sub sandwich... Italian I am sure you would guess. And, yeah, food helps.

Have a great day!