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No, I didn't drop something on my foot, nearly cut off a finger, or any such. It's just that I am still awake and it is hitting 16:30. Pushing that envelope is simply painful. Supper came early, so I can go to bed at any time I like. Work stopped some time ago, no focus. The stuff on the line should be dry, as with the clothes in the dryer, when I wake. The dishes are in a final rinse soak. If I do get them done this evening/night when I wake, they will be fine. It's just when I leave them in that "final" rinse for a few days that the water gets yucky and I have to redo everything. Bleh. So, yeah, I'll get them done. Plus, I didn't get a shower today and want one. It's only been a day or two, but it is summer.
I have an appointment tomorrow morning, including a bit of a drive. And I have to remember not to eat or drink anything after midnight. It's difficult to know what time I will wake. The goal is 1:00, but midnight to even 3:00 is fine. That should put me in good humors and on track for the appointment. What IS early, what IS late, when you don't have a schedule, you don't sleep regular periods, you don't stay awake similar times every "day"? Crazy, I tell you.
Oh, yes. Bedtime. This pain must stop. Good... well yeah... good night.
Sweet dreams then..
ReplyDeleteThank you. :) Not sure I dreamed, regardless of what the psychopathogens (head docs) say. But I slept like a million bucks! Or at least that sleep was worth that much.
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