Ah, a night without dreams.

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Or, none I remembered. And my bed doesn't look like it has had a bull fight on it. Oh, I didn't mind. Those dreams make my blood run faster. They give me hope that if I die of a heart attach eventually, it will be while sleeping AND fighting. All good.

Waking was a little rough, but I did it without having to reset my alarm. I did let it ring on for some time, unable to quite just rise and smile. But that has been the norm for a short while now, and worse. I usually have to reset the alarm as often, even after ignoring the alarm for a good hour or more, I can't quite wake when I finally get up to clobber the alarm. Sleep was hard but sound last night. I didn't roll much at all which can make for a slightly cranky morning. That isn't too bad today.

Back to my routine. It might be all I get done this morning. I do, however, have three things on my itinerary for the day. Mass, then taking my friend shopping as per request, and then a dinner this evening (for which I need to remember to purchase a desert). I would have made one but I simply was not up to it. If I can restart my routine, which has been slightly broken for about five days, I will be happy.

Get right on it, folks. It is about that time. Good day.