Yeah, well, it all looks good until your feet won't move.

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The idea was good.  The plan was simple.  All it required was a shower, dressing, and a short drive.  All that required was me standing up, setting out some clothes, and walking into the bathroom, setting up the water then getting in.  Somewhere between mass, gravity, and lack of intellectual cohesion, none of that happened.  So, here I sit.  I think the pharmacy will be open tomorrow.  I hope.  I think it is too late now.  That is as good as it gets some days.  I have been pushing my body for some time, against it's decided ways, sleeping at the wrong times, being awake at the wrong times.  Not even the napping really worked.  Ugh.  I'll... figure it out.  Still, it was fun to just push the cart ahead of the donkey.  I know I can still do it.  A little more constant stimulus and doing it more often would be a breeze, for a while.  Then I would just sleep for a day, at some point.  You should have seen me in my prime.

The preternatural might deserve deviant burials.  At least I don't think they will put a stone in my mouth or a stake through my heart or simply remove my organs, though and again with cremation possible in these times that may be good enough for their minds.  I did wonder why some of my kin were so keen on my interest in such.  *grins*  Then again, like I care.  If my spirit roams it won't return to fetid flesh in any case.  Boo!

I did have enough going to prep a few burritos.  Just a bit of fuel for the tank.  Now I have to let that settle.  Without a trip to town I may tinker on the w.heater tonight.  Well, when the day truly begins to cool off.  Oh, and I ought to water.  I'll put something on so as to not excite or anger the neighbors then set up the sprinklers so that a pull of the handle will see to the start of the thing.  With having to change placement, then get the sprinklers aimed just so it can take an half hour to set the things up.  I'll still have to spend a bit of time messing with the aim when I start, but when in place, that cuts most of the hassle.  Might as well water the other other stuff too.

My body has ironed out most of the kinks from the odd sleep.  A few kinks left but that is the price for pushing.  Hmm, maybe my mother simply displaced the varian root stuff to her bedroom?  Oh, and, if she stole it outright?  No problem.  First... women are thieves.  Don't take that as a judgment or scourging, just understand it's... a part of how they have always worked, a natural thing... and... something I sort of enjoy.  She's your woman, mother, sister, love or such, when she feels free to do so.  Second, in this particular case, if she stole, she more than earned it.  I just wish, if she did, she would tell me so I could have, or known to have, replaced it.  Then again, she might just have forgotten.  Or... told me when I wasn't listening... gah!

Oh, an oddity?  I almost never have a search lead to site visits here.  The only one I have seen, in ages, was a search for my blog address, which... doesn't count, in my book.  I have my blog set up to not show up in searches though to, for whatever that really means.

Later.