Busy day.

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It started late, the day that is. I tried to rise early, knowing it would probably not work. I set the alarm for 8:00 but did not rise until 12:00. I need to get up to take care of that last utility situation. But more, I want to try and be up early to get some things done in the daytime. With appointments so many days a week, a few other tasks I need to complete regarding business, and some odds and ends type work or such around as well, finding the time to do more lawn and house work has been difficult. I will just keep trying.

My previous landlords found a book about hiking trails here locally. They gave it to me, so I now have a better resource. I will be looking through it this week and figuring out when and where I will go on my first actual hike. I have not started walking to the dam lake outside of town yet, I have not had the kind of time to devote to anything like that since I moved in. I would guess it will be a 2 to 3 hour affair with nothing else doable during that time. And with getting up late plus everything else on my list, it has not been at all possible. It is, however, still on my list. Swimming really draws me, though the walk/hike will be good to get me in some kind of walking shape as well.

I did find a tool for the plumbing work needed. I could have gotten a less expensive minimalist tool or the one I did buy. The one I bought is a multi-tool which works on everything from multiple types of plastic "nuts" to the sink's drain holder basin fixture. I thought, being that I will be working on lots of plumbing eventually, that a more sure and much more versatile tool was the way to go. I forgot to take the shower head back and pick up a new one, but I will be in town again tomorrow. I have no choice.

After my appointment, I picked up my friend and we headed into the mountains. This time we went off the main road, into the mountains a goodly bit, through the mountains to the next pass, and back around. On the way we shot a few rounds and just talked. When we got back, I talked him into going to an eatery called the Smokin' Blues, I think. I can do without the Blues, I do not care for the so-called music. I think of it as the precursor to rap, actually. But smoked meats are near to my heart. Maybe too near if you believe a thing out of a doctor's mouth (which I do not). He was afraid the prices would be too steep. The food was great, the music was soft enough, and the prices were quite good. A half a chicken, for example, was right at $10. I had to try a bit of everything, and did. It cost a bit more but I now know what I like. I will continue to stop there, though might just order to go. My favorite, as might be expected, was brisket. I ordered way too much and they offer a lot on top of it, so I have munchies for tonight! I think I will be able to talk my friend into going there once or twice a month mixed in with our other usual suspects in the restaurant roundup.

A little blog reading. Maybe a comment. This post. Cat loving mixed in with those things. And now maybe the kitchen faucet. I would love to sleep after that, but I do not think I will be able to sleep. I hate that. When I cannot control my sleep and waking, I feel like a treed cat, not sure how to get down or whether to go further up to find a better path down. How to sleepppp! And still wake up at an early hour. I still have not played my games yet, but I might after the faucet is in. It will not help me sleep, but it is something entertaining to do while I cannot sleep. And, at times, it can frustrate me enough to sleep too. Bah!

Good night, or maybe, until later. Be well.