Sleep!

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Delicious, long, happy, restful seeming, sleep. If I dreamed I remember nothing of it now, though I suspect I did from nearly waking and thinking then that maybe I had. No bad dreams though, the sheets are dry and my muscles don't hurt. No foul mood and the sun is out today. I would love to be out there, even just tinkering with the rope. The problem is my exhaustion was caused only partly from missing sleep. The other part is, I don't know how to express it, almost spiritual in nature. I can't just do and continue to do and not pay a price of some unknown resource. So, today, I rest. As I said, I am good with that.

I did not get to sleep until early morning so I did not wake in time to call the techs. I can work on bullets though, and will if I get to them. I have primed enough cases to tinker. I also looked up my problem with bullets overall length issues. I realize I made a mistake in my first writing, I am off by hundredths, not thousandths. A few thousandths off is fine. Not so with hundredths. I have looked at the solutions, and will look more. One of my issues, I see right away, is that the bullet plate (the thing that takes the brass around to all the stations) needs to be full. I need to have a case at each station. But with the primer bay out of operation, that is not feasible. Until I can correct the priming station, I can't really work through the overall length situation. Blasphemy!

I have also found more regarding the primer situation. Most people just say "call the tech". I hate that. This should not be so complicated in this one area that they could not have included instructions (or instructions that work). There are instructions, and they are fail. They are both quite vague and I think incomplete. It does give me something to do, something to be unhappy with, and something to look forward to completing I suppose.

It is a good thing the sleep device arrived on Wednesday. The first night did not work out and there has been a day, and another sleep cycle beside, where I am not sure I got the minimum sleep. It is rather odd being tied to a device by my hand, nose, and chest. I thought it would make sleep impossible but it doesn't. I sort of wish I could download the data, just to tinker with it myself. And, with a little ingenuity, I might be able to do so. Without knowing, precisely, what I am doing though, there could be... problems. So, I will leave it to those with the equipment and software.

Sassy is on a begging spree. Having tired of her constant begging, I have elected to bring a manually operated shower around with me. She has to learn to deal with her boredom. And she has to learn to eat what is available. Sometimes I like having her up and in my lap, then she settles down. Other times she merely gets up here, then rips out and cuts me up pretty good. I have learned which is which and will disfavor the disfavorable reasons. *squirt* Brat! Oh, and the next time I am in town I will be getting petroleum jelly. I have heard this works for hairballs, thus vomiting, on cats. And I have learned how to apply it. A dab on the nose will get Sam to lick it off out of frustration. No other means will get her to eat it. A little dab indeed. Here kitteh kitteh kitteh! *evil grins*

Well, on to doing nothing as quickly and well as I am able. Have a great day! Oh, remember to tell those you love that you love them. Even the ones you don't particularly like right at the moment. Probably especially those. Later.