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What is with that. I am tired. I really am. I just... I slept as long as I could. I will try to go back before long. I might just be back to napping rather than sleeping? The girls don't mind though. I wasn't letting them sleep with me so they were happy to see me up and out. Sam called shotgun on my lap and I have just been looking around through the empty night at a few things. I do believe I am going to try to install hot water pipe insulation... before long. Saves on everything, but more it makes getting hot water to the tap much quicker, I hope. My bath/shower is fine, quick. The two sinks are slow as molasses to warm.
Odd how quiet the world is at night. From the interwebs to the world at large. Eventually, save for us exotics, the world may fully eventually go back to 9 to 5? It's headed that way. It part due to economics, but I think there has been a want for that anyway. The world will burn you out if you let it. Many have let it. Many are trapped there. But few would want to stay trapped. My health keeps me trapped to my situation. I'd gladly trade the freedom and income for health though. Even starting from scratch, at my age, good health would see me over hurdles, through the woods, and too some serious work. That is my idea of fun. Figuring things out that make economic sense. Then again, at least at the moment, even the government seems to be down on that. Still, makers make, doers do. Only death can stop that, if there is some worry there too. Death is the better option, given that as the only choice. But with health comes feet. As has been shown, too. Italy is a fine place to visit, from what I hear.
Grumble and mumble. A bit stiff and sore. I have been pushing, at least with the cold back. The heat will see to some of that, with a cold place to hide. Mostly grumbly because I can't quite wake up or sleep for the last few days. Definitely blathering. On to a bit more research. Perhaps on the faucet. Good night, again, soon, I hope.
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