Good night, good morning, good day, good God.

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To bed at 18:00 and perhaps some minor digits to fill out those zeroes if probably less than a decade.  Sleep was grand as a slam with half the costs normally involved, albeit half the skin of the ladies side, or less.  Never you mind, an old man's plum pudding notion shooting through the early morning mind like an early morning falling star.  Onto the scale and nearly a decagon pounds gone.  Into the kitchen to measure bp, at 124/84 or so?, not bad.  At having awaken at 1:30ish, I got as close to a full night of sleep as I may with such a thrust into daylight as yesterday turned out to be.  The world, it seems, indeed, anoints the bold.

Today I need to figure out how to do an empty-handed color match.  Paint will be purchased, if it is hoped a pint will do.  Other shopping will go forward, if today is the day to be in town.  Laundry could be tended.  A minor walkthrough of the place to shepherd various things to their rightful places and to obtain refuse and recycling for their appointed fates.  Trash and I think recycling are due to be put to the curb once they have been collected and directed properly as well.  What else?  Ah... feed me!  The girls have been fed, their litter tended, now Sam just needs attention... well, off she flew!  No time to pander to the typing godling, she intones with a minor scratch as she huffies off.  Women!

Good morning.