Finally, a good night of rest.

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Yep, I think I simply pushed far too hard last week.  All good though.  Doing that from time to time works my endurance, which is the weakest link in my survival kit at this time.  Strength, if not exceptional or even truly good, is generally... enough.  If that doesn't mean I will leave it there.  Speed and will are still good.  So, I guess I don't mind.  I do regret having really poor sleep for a while after doing such things though.  I don't just desire good sleep, I need it.  As I said though, I got that good sleep again last night for the first time since last Thursday.  Now I believe I can catch my breath and beginning realigning my day schedule.

I didn't quite make it up by morning.  Going to down at 5:00, due to laundry, I set the alarm for noon and was up by noon thirty, give or take.  An hour has already passed and I am not even sure what happened to pass that much time.  I hate that lost time.  I am hoping, with exercise, I will soon be able to cut how much time is simply lost.  I have some doubts that all of my time can be my own.  I do hope I can cobble multi hour long sessions together per day and limit lost time moments to little per-designed pockets.  At this point anywhere from half to three quarters of my time is simply lost to the nether.

With clean clothes, and all of it put up or hung up, I am feeling better.  Life just works better when at least some parts of domestic life are tended rightly, and in a reliable repair for immediate use.  I need to get a shower, then get to town.  I could call before heading out.  The worry is that the belt I need will simply not be in stock.  It isn't like I haven't been working on getting a belt, if my efforts were rather lame as it turns out.  And yet, when doing something new, until a system is created, that is probably as good as it gets?  Yeah, most likely. 

Time to kick the machine over and put a fire in the belly.  A week of snow?  Really?  I at least hope this will refill the water holes from last year's drought.  That would make it worth it.  And the snow does give me a solid thing to grumble about.  I was trained to desire a minimum of one thing a day for such usage, the more somehow being the merrier.  It makes pessimism much more tolerable, downright enjoyable, like a game.  And it allows me to laugh even while the world burns.  I'm off.

Good day.