Sleep can be so screwy.

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Of course, the situations don't always help.  I went to bed, sort of, at 14:00.  But I knew dinner was coming in, so I didn't want to sleep too deeply.  I set my alarm for 17:00 which is the earliest I usually see it on Sunday.  Dinner arrived a bit later, but I had my hat at the ready to put on to cover the messy hair and was mostly dressed for company, so answering the bell was easy.  Delicious, by the way.  They called it a blueberry French toast casserole, which is pretty apt.  I might have called it a non-glueified blueberry bread pudding but I... think their name sounds... better.  Okay, let's stick with their name.  Oh, and it was delicious.  I then couldn't get right back to sleep, so a bit of tinkering to come back down.  Back in bed I only lasted until 23:30 or something.  Gah!

I have told my friend I would be in today.  On the way in, I am hoping to make it to Mass, then get my car taxes paid, then stop in and see him.  Shopping he says.  Holsters he suggests.  Fine, fine, we can do that.  I told him to be a little hungry.  If nothing else a burger and fries, which ain't all bad when you are starving... if you can really taste the salt after not eating anything for a while.  Ah, but it goes down like a dream anyway.  My body is like... "Salt?  What is this salt stuff and why am I not getting any?"  I just say, "Yeah, yeah.  Shut up or you won't get anymore.  You might have some control, but I have the rest, bastage."  Oh, it knows I am just teasing.  Besides, it knows where I sleep.  :p  Oh, and we will plan a time this week to go shooting at the range.

I will probably take a nap between now and takeoff time.  Perhaps trying to go down at 3:30 to 4:30 and waking at 5:30 or 7:30...  Well, I can try.  Otherwise it's going to be a little dry.  I am having a heck of a time staying up past 11:00.  I can make it to 14:00, maybe 15:00, but it is purely on fumes and involves a crash landing.  Getting this day shift thing going is always troubling though.

The girls sure are spoiled.  They beg and quite often they get... food... out... in... up... down.  Especially if they tag team me.  I have been trying to keep them from some notions, altogether, though.  Like...

It just ain't going to happen.  It's... bad enough, as AoSHQ pointed out.

Just... saying.

Oh, here is an oldie but a goody, for those of you who have an ear to hear, and eye to see, and a bit of common sense. H/T A Catholic View

And, finally, for those on the fence about this upcoming election...  In his own words.

Later.