Didn't get to bed until late.

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I got a call this morning.  Couldn't be sure what time it was, and I automatically answered it.  Quite a trick with the phone both plugged in and attached to... something.  Never mind.  It was my mom, and as I slowly figured out it was 8:30.  A bit of talking as I woke up, about something.  Then she said, "Oh, did I wake you?  I'm so sorry."  As I was saying that it was okay, not a problem, she burst into laughter.  She wasn't sorry!  Damned women anyway, cruel, I tell you.  Had to laugh though.  Oh, and she is almost through her second week of quitting smoking!  I told her, if she keeps it up, when she is out I will begin, begin to quit that is.  I will start buying patches for when she is here.  Rather than buying the lot all at once, I'll buy a few boxes of nico-patches per month.  I like to have a good head start on supplies, so I don't run out at the wrong time.  Namely, running out when I happen to be broke (or feel broke).

And, yes, it woke me up.  My body is just... set to be up.  I am tired, still.  I didn't get 12 hours of sleep.  But I don't think I needed it today.  Something is just... different.  It does help, too, to have the sun shining this morning.  When I spiral downward, healthwise, and the weather closes in on top of it, my troubles double.  It is just the way it is.  Hmm, some beans and ham sound good for breakfast, in a bit.  A little food in the gullet, but just a bite, seems to help.

I don't know what I can get done this morning, work-wise.  I'll try to do a bit.  But what I had believed was to be an afternoon shoot yesterday my friend believed was for today.  So, that is the plan.  I don't want to push my first day back on my feet, either.  Though I think I can get a good start on that remaining corner area this morning.  And, I finally realized that the carpet is and has been dry for quite some time.  It is just that the baking soda, when cold, feels wet.  I don't think I caused it to be wet by walking in the area at all.  After vacuuming and some other work, a shower and a trip to town.  An hour and a half has passed since the call, mostly wandering here and there, feeding the cats, and reading blogs and bits of news.  Time sure flies sometimes. 

Well, on to the rest of life.  Good day.