What I meant to do?

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It absolutely amazes me. Time slips from my grasp, as does reason, purpose, intent. It slips so very fast. I was up long enough to have called and canceled my appointment. I had every intention of doing just that. I thought of it at about 6:00, but that was too early. My other intent was to stay awake as long as I could. I made it to... 13:30, give or take, I think. Maybe just 12:30. My memory becomes less than goo when I push things. But no call was made. I lost grip on things at some point and the only thing I could focus on was staying awake. Psychic tunnel vision. It takes everything I can do, in the end, to do that one thing... stay awake.

I am pushing for 20:00-22:00. Of course, and as we know, that will be temporary. I will either end up needing more sleep, which will push things one way... or more or less awake time, which will push things another way... or both, in due time. We know this. And so be it. That doesn't mean I quit. It is the only thing I can actually attempt to manipulate in my life, failure ridden as it is. Spring and summer may help. But right now we are in the middle of a cold snap, including snow. It doesn't help.

I am still hoping to get to town the next time the saw shop is open. I have handled the 455 and 460 Ranchers at another store. I haven't had my hands on the Stihl though. I ought to check to see if they are open tomorrow. I really want to ask some questions. I also want to find out who services what saws. I would really love to find someone who owns such saws and get my hands dirty through use. I am a bit excited, because I am sure this will happen sooner or later. I'm also a bit nervous. Such is the fact of growing up? Yeah, something about child's things for when you are a child, men's things for when you become a man. And the risks of being a man. All good.

Well, on to other things. Good... morning. I think I can even dispense with quote marks. Yes indeed, good morning.