Naps?

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It looks like naps are just the way of it, for now.  It is difficult to get to sleep.  When I sleep I can't sleep for long.  My body just won't let go.  Naps are fine though, if it might slow me down a bit.  It will take several naps to get in shape to do parts of the projects.  After my first three to four hour nap I was okay, but in no real shape to even mess with the faucet.  After waking from this last one I might be, if I can stay awake long enough to wake up before nose-diving again.  Or as someone has said a thousand times... Oh?  Playing THAT game, are we?  Well, yes, we are.

Dreams, and many of them.  The sounds of children, all day, too.  Those I think were real.  One girl was bleating for her brother, cousin, uncle, or such for seemingly an hour.  She didn't seem to move, just stood out there calling some name I couldn't catch.  Move, honey.  If you want to catch a man, you gotta move.  In all the ways that could be construed.  Trust me.  Either that or find out some place he will always go and be there.  Don't just stand there.  Just... laughed at her in my dreams, save for the annoying repetitive nature of her call.  At least I got some mock in.

In one of my dreams, I was herding goats.  I saw part of a shell on the surface of the ground.  I reached for it, a walnut but so big that my hand barely would encompass it.  Part of it would not come out, but I got a large chunk up.  I had initial meant to get the goats to eat it, but after smelling it and it having that musty smell that causes one to question whether a nut is good, I then intended to shoo them away.  Luckily they had chosen not to eat of it on their own and had backed off and gone to grasses a distance off.  The rest of the walnut, or something else in the earth near it, started churning.  Very odd, I never did find out what the situation was all about.

If I can get to it, I will be putting the new faucet in before long.  It shouldn't be too much of a job.  But it is enough that I don't have it right now.  Bumps and bruises, who knows how much muscle on the bolts, and just as difficult is details and coordination.  With the drain plumbing in, I have to be rather careful.  That reminds me, I didn't get an auto-vent.  Yet.  *shrug*  I'll have that, and installed, before my mother arrives.  Yes I will.  That just makes using that sink, or hopefully, a thousand times better.

Later.