That was a long nap.

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A fine sleep, early to bed, around 19:00 and change. Quick to sleep. I may have wounded myself on the way in, crashing so hard one of those pillows clocked my lights out. I will be checking for proof and considering a lawsuit against the pillow manufacturer. Or as the Red Queen said... "Off with their heads"!

First thing this morning I started calibrating the day, goals, and such. Oh, to be sure, it was as organized as attempting a sprint from the "throne", forgetting your shorts and pants are still around your ankles. At least no other analogies were in that vein. The exercise had ample room for improvement from the beginning and it was easily improved at that. Saturday! Ah, okies, now that I had the day and the time... what was I thinking to do for today or even didn't quite get done yesterday? Well, mowing. Oh, but... I did forget something yesterday whole cloth. I forgot to find out about the Sacrament of Reconciliation and Mass times. I had thought SoRec. was held between 8:00 and 8:30, but I think that was my last Church. They have the SoRec. in the afternoon here (which, yeah, now I remember from the last time I checked). In any case, at least I don't have to rush and I can look a few things up and ponder my sins a bit more than what I already have been. Woot! (sort of... it's a... Catholic thing... ?)

I don't like the notion of mowing too early. By 10:00 to 10:30, or as soon after as I realize the time, I like to get to it. Mowing an half hour with a half hour rest puts me near noon, at which time it is too hot to mow. Fie, of course I take it easy. Heat is not my thing, nor is mowing. And I think mowing a bit a day is a heck of a lot better than holding off until I can mow it all at once (and never getting to it or ending up with a huge mess to deal with all over again). Of course, the truth is I realize I may have physical limits, both those of old and the new ones, or at least the understanding that my heart is truly limited and I am out of shape on top of it. And realizing pushing all at once is no better than binge drinking for my health, even if I could force it. With added mental clarity, I also see that while a goal is to mow the yard all at once, the best way to get to that goal is to mow in quarters or thirds for now, working up to it. My stories do have fabric under them, if I do not always care to reveal it.

I have not been notified that my bike is in. It has to have been here for at least 24 hours. I am not really pleased with Walmart, this time, on this product. They seem to be taking their ever loving time with the bicycle. It was at it's last place for 2 days or so as well. The rest of the items were fast. Shipping, handling, relaying the information. Zip, zing, done. But this bike, you would think it was made of solid Martian gold, hand built by ghosts... or something bizarre like that. Could it be the weight of the thing (mild as it really is, but) and perhaps Walmart has way too many women in it's employ? I wonder. I suppose companies hire women for jobs they shouldn't have because they are much less aggressive about wages (few have to feed a whole family, or even would consider it (at least without food stamps, FICA, HUD, etc.)), and because women are much easier to... control. Well, toss in nearly a linear bell curve and you have workers smart enough to do what they are told, but not really leaning into the area where they are smart enough to do what they shouldn't (without getting caught). Oh, and the low aggression quotient makes for easy handling. Decay. I hope to heck Walmart doesn't unionize. It would be their final end.

Fine, so I woke in a bit of a snit. Well, not a snit so much as a mood. Their is a difference but I doubt if your mind could understand the nuances. *grins* The world lightenings and thunders, but you never hear anybody... well, they do complain about that sometimes too I guess. Fine, complain if you will. My thunder will not stop until that potential energy is used or dissipated in other ways, lightening will flash, and a little rain may fall, regardless of your complaints. If you have serious complaints, you may go to my secretary, Hellen, Ms. Wait actually. She is on the fourth floor of my home. Those with complaints are directed to walk to the back of my home, near the elevator doors, whereby they my go to directly to Hellen Wait.

A mood indeed.

Well, I really ought to begin doing something... more constructive. Good day.