Well, okay.

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When a window opens, get out. I went to bed at about 21:30. I fell asleep immediately. I had an odd dream. At first I thought it was going to be some kind of horror flick type dream (no worries, my dreams like that are classy, just scary). Nope, it was a dream about a new kind of bug. These people had moved several times, thinking it was the home they lived in. While it was, they carried it with them. I dreamed I was the mister, had a cute wife. But the mister wasn't me (and, no, it wasn't THAT kind of dream). I think we were figuring it out. Anyway, I woke at zero hundred hours on the dot. I think I heard the llama braying, or some other weird noise it makes. Just once. Then again that might have been part of that dream, some other dream, or such.

Since I was awake, I used the facilities. I was not sure if I could go back to bed. Steak? Yes, the notion of eating a steak rolled across my mind. Well, I knew that wasn't going to happen, not with dirty dishes to be washed. Without a thought I found myself in the kitchen loading up a load of dishes to soak and then be washed. If I can get through all, or at least most, of the dishes I will indeed have a steak.

Oh, by the way, trucks, semis, aren't roaring through here all night long anymore. As a fact, I rarely hear one go through. And, a goodly bit ago, when midnight was still early, I noticed why. The police or sheriffs men were on patrol. I think they put a stop to the midnight runs. Good on them. I saw, in my mind, a half-asleep driver running out in front of one, being hit by one of those semis. His vehicle was sent into a house. The semi went on to do serious damage to. Lots of blood and damage and death. At the speed those rigs were going there is no way they could have stopped in time. My mind is at ease now. I swear, I am read by more than I think. It was shortly after writing about this that the police arrived in force.

Since I am up and can't get back to sleep, this works. And more, I really wasn't sure how long before I got to the dishes. While I write down my goals, they are often just hopes. It is always wonderful when I get the chance to work. And I have loved having my home nice and tidy. It still is, mostly. It is a pleasant thing. I don't know if this is a fluke, an early but not lasting event, of if I am beginning to 'thaw' already. I will take what I can get. After dishes, if I still feel like cooking and eating a steak and then do that, I may go right back to bed afterwards and try to get up early and do more tomorrow. Weird how this illness comes and goes.