Nice.

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Not that I have done many things, or even any one thing completely, but I have been tinkering toward completion on a number of things. And, I have been doing it at a time I have not even been able to be awake for a week. Realizing the time, it felt like waking up to having more done than I thought would even be done. A few more simple chores are on the list, but being a good day, I will then call my friend and see if shooting might be in the cards for today. I want to investigate a few things in town as well.

If the profits of Atlas Shrugged, whatever the movie name actually is, were going to other than Hollywood, I would consider seeing that this evening. As is, I simply refuse the refuse. Between guilds and the liberal elite and establishment in general in Hollywood, and elsewhere ($35k a plate Obama fundraiser in Hollywood, for example) feeding off the revenues, I know the profits will be used to make more leftist stinkbomb propaganda movies. If I do something, I will buy the book.

Even that is not so interesting. Ayn Rand could, at best, be called an ally of convenience. I would fit her in with the rest of the pop-culture default liberal fiscal conservatives. As I see things, no matter how principled one is regarding budgets at the outset, if one leads an otherwise unprincipled life one will eventually have to make a choice. The choice for most is to go completely unprincipled, as we see with many politicians, judges, and icons. Addictions, once allowed and then normalized, infect all other aspects of who we are. Without all-encompassing ground rules, there eventually will be no rules. So, that is out.

Airing my home is always good. It clears so much, invigorates, and refreshes, as my mother's would have said more than I. To me, it just seems better. The finer points are for smellier noses, or some such sentiment. Sweeping and mopping are the tasks I wish to do before heading out. Though I sort of like the stench of cleaning chemicals, that scent is better after having been mixed with fresh air. Which makes a perfect pairing of work with an outdoor misadventure of some sort, such as the one I propose.

It is so good to be almost done with my day's work before I had even been waking! I just cannot express that strongly enough. Why today and not yesterday, the day before that, or any particular day? The sun? The temperature? Or just because some enzyme which is always supposed to affect some cells which fire a message that it is time to get going, or even to allow neurons to simply fire in enough quantity to allow consciousness? Fie. I will never know but I will never give up. And, today, I win!

Later.