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A nap does a bit of good. I know some people think a 15 minute power nap is all they need. I think they must be choking caffeine down like idiots or a special breed. Okay, I take that back, I am a special breed. Half man, half turtle, with just a little bit of snail in there somehow too. I am low and slow. Slower. Slower. Ah, there we go. How much is illness, how much is nature, I will never know. It wasn't nurture, my mothers were all psychotic workaholics. And in their proximity, work was demanded and failure was not an option or cost far too much to consider. It was said, by one and all of them, that to see if I was moving, when doing my slave labor anyway, that lining me up with the corner of a building was needed to ensure movement was actually occurring. I hope they strained their eyes, too.

Anyway, I might head out with the hatchet, a saw, and a chair, and get to working on the wood. At least I will get some work that feels real done. I hated today. Yes, I actually did a LOT of work. I made a dozen calls, set up some appointments, attempted to get my medicines right, created access for my mother to visit. I truly did a woman's job today. Not a man's man job, but what women do and well. If even better women also clean, cook, tend a baby or three, and themselves, on top of it (don't expect to find a good women, though, they are rarer than hen's teeth).

Oh, waking a bit grumpy? Maybe. Eat me. Fire in the belly from phonecallitis? Frustrated with dainty work when I had real projects in mind? A dream or three? I don't know. Anyway, back in the saddle with a head of steam to work off. HRuMPH! Later.