Monday, June 3, 2013

Should have napped first.

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I was way too tired, but... since awake I wanted to try.  First, I forgot anything to clean with!  I'll see what I have that might work.  I couldn't make it to town and back at this point.  Actually, before that, I should have run another load of laundry through.  Not now.  Then, I returned those connections and grabbed brass flex hoses and some other things.  The solder side of the flex hoses, I just noticed, are battered beyond use.  I will simply be taking those back and seeing if they have more back somewhere or when a new shipment will arrive, and check at the other store.  Work is at a standstill.  And I am at a standstill...  Now to back it down to try to rest a bit before showering and dressing and going for the source of Doom.  Hmm, best call to make sure she... remembers, is set up.  Damn kids anyway.  I wish I could get up there early enough to hit the big boxes in that direction, but... the timing would be really questionable, either making me late or very early.  I don't want to mess with that.  Some shopping at Walmart, though, on the way home, if I have to do it solo...  Cleaning fluids of my mother's choice and whatever else she might want.

I did get extra fittings, that I wanted.  But I am going to check it all over.  I was too tired to be shopping.  I did fill the tank, get the trash and recycling out, wash the X'ter, and... I tried.  Just shot, done, beat.  Can't say I didn't try.  And, I'm not done.  I'm just done for this time, for a while, for today.  Damn but I wanted to surprise her, impress her a bit.  *shrug*

On the good side of an odd thing?  I have been having issues with my past.  Working hard has... overshadowed that.  It's only when I can't work, which until medicine was most of the time, that those things can creep up and reek havoc on my mind.  When I get really tired I can feel that stuff oozing out of me, now.  But it hasn't been able to follow me into sleep and ruin that.  Nor can it stay with me until I wake and attack me there.  Whatever it is, it's in there deep, hard, mean.  I hope it's gone before I crash for a while.  I prefer to sleep without ghosts as bedfellows, if you don't mind.  Though I don't like them much in the day or when I'm otherwise awake either.  

Good night.

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