Snow and sleep.

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I can't say how much snow we got.  I will say that the snow blower will be the tool to use.  We received almost no snow right up until a few days before Christmas, but it looks like it is here for at least a good bit of time, and perhaps for the winter.  All good.  My cousin gave me a notion, regarding snow blowers, in case the snow is really wet.  Pam, sprayed inside the shoot, up and down and all around.  Oils won't work, unless they are atomized.  Okies, but... I don't have Pam, never used it.  And I never did buy an oil atomizer (or two, actually, one for olive oil, one for canola).  They are on my... very long list.  I am not sure they will work but it does move them higher on the list.

Going to bed relatively early today, I was a bit disappointed.  My goal is to shove my cycle around to days as quickly as possible in order to try to grab onto the day schedule ring.  Then I woke at 13:00 and almost couldn't get back to sleep!  Gah, I hate setbacks!  After realizing I was in a pickle, and panicking, I relaxed... soothed my mind somehow, and settled back in to a fine sleep, not waking until a bit after 20:00.  A wonderful sleep, all told, it was.  And I am back on track to eating through this odd schedule.  I only gained an hour today but that will do.

A dream.  I was a homicide detective.  A former widow, mother, and new wife was murdered in her home.  She was shot three times from behind, twice in the torso, once in head.  It was an ugly job, seeming almost professional but obviously not.  Her son had returned home from school in time to run into the killer, got a description, and lived to tell about it.  The son had issues that could make him suspect, but nothing damning.  The husband seemed rather clean.  And the woman didn't seem to have problems that would invite such an event.

Of course, when you go into these things, you never know.  My gut told me the woman was not leading a secret life, the son probably was not the culprit or involved, and I was neutral on the husband but he wasn't standing out up front.  Gut feelings are just that though, you absolutely have to ignore those and follow the leads.  Sometimes you arrest people you thought you really liked.  Sometimes, on very rare occasions, you even understand why they did what they did.  But that is for the courts, law, justice, or whatever real or conceived notions that are meant to deal with these grander things.  My job was finding the killer and tagging them with cuffs.

I woke at this time, and didn't think I could get back to sleep.

Returning to sleep I did end up seeing the rest of the dream.  After thoroughly investigating the boy, I found him to be innocent.  A poor traumatized orphan.  The killer was tracked down, and the son had given a very good description as it turns out.  The murderer was a tough known for causing problems, if murder wasn't in his rap sheet drugs were.  Addiction ended up being his leg into murder for hire.  Being a twit, as they often are, he spilled the beans rather easily.  It was the new husband of the former widow, it involved insurance.  It was satisfying putting him in cuffs.  It was not satisfying realizing the boy was all on his own in a really creepy world.  Seeing a good woman gunned down for a couple hundred grand was another in a long list of pet peeves about this world and life.  At least the killers wouldn't enjoy the vile fruits of their labor.

There was much more to the dream.  Details about this, interviews, tracking people down.  It was probably the equivalent of a three day, two hour episode, mini-series (without commercials or such).  Too much detail to put in here, but fairly common, I suppose, as such things go to bother with the details either.

Hmm, I never did finish the dishes, which I will do this evening.  And I hope to get out and do some snow blowing as well.  If I end up doing that latter I will look over my wood stocks and find something for backing for the drywall repair.  I won't swear I will do the repair, or get to anything, that is just the rough game plan for the moment.  But first of all I have to try to figure out how to wake up!  That has been the rough part for the last while.

Good day.