Oh, sweetness.

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A few nights of pushing my bedtime and I am falling in love with a good night of sleep like that first time with lady love.  No guilt involved, no complexity, just sweet bliss.  I made it well into 19:00, and nigh on to 20:00.  Waking at, perhaps, 1:30... after a bladder check, it was back to bed.  I don't usually wake in need of going to the bathroom, even with all my seeming frailties, save when I am just restarting medicines after a long hiatus, it's the water pill that will then kick it out like a waterfall until my body is at equilibrium.  My guess is as I push the envelope I am more inured to the calls of nature before bedtime.  Then again, I am also not completely convinced that this is what is waking me.  Anyway, getting back to sleep was simplicity itself.  I woke at 4:00 give or take five or ten, depending on when I first started bubbling to the surface and when consciousness finally kissed me on the forehead with a punch.  Gotta love passive-aggressive!  Come to think of it...  Yeah, I need a wife.  Heh.

I was dreaming.  Something became clear.  Most of my women have had or developed a wry sense of humor.  As I think back I have to suggest I played a part in that.  Both in application of humor to them that they didn't necessarily always see or appreciate (sometimes at all) and the man-cowpies I would leave around our lives and home that they would find, often barefoot and unhappily, and their reactions to those, proverbially to be sure in the latter.  No, I am not saying I am a conscientious stinker, I just realize that just being a man, even simply human, and doing what I do as such and the fact that my defecation is an attack on the olfactory is a fact despite my immunity has added to the reality on the ground.  Fair enough.  Still, one way or another, a woman around me will become wryly humorous.  Some of them grow into it more willingly, graceful, accepting it well.  Some not so much.  None escape the slightly dark fate.  I do wonder how many realized what happened to them.

Ah, today?  I have an appointment this afternoon.  Late afternoon.  What day is today, Tuesday?  Okay.  I can call my dinner folk and suggest if dinner will be earlier than to just skip me.  Just... getting that sorted.

I am hoping, a little earlier than I tried it yesterday morning, to try to get going on that grill.  I didn't look up construction instructions online last night.  I was fading fast at my last post.  I put the notion in short term memory, then linked that to my bootup runtime.  I'll do that after this post.  I would also like to see if the bike rack fits the Xterra and holds the bike securely.  I know I will need to use bungee cords and maybe a bike lock to keep the thing secure.  I hate having stuff on my vehicle when I stay at places near big cities.  When people want, some people, they don't mind breaking, even unnecessarily, to get what they are probably just going to destroy or abandon at some point anyway.  This is why you can't give certain people enough to ever secure their place in civility.  They, in congregate, are why people like me were created.  It just never really balances out.  Glad I got out of the faux balancing act.  Heck, most of America's leaders are busy negotiating away what made America special to try to placate the implacable, if more to gain power to become more like the horde than what they suggest they are, civil.

Anyway.  While in town, charcoal or such, a few meats to go with what I have, some dry ice, and then the eye doctor visit.  Hmm, I may try to locate dry ice before heading into town.  Hopefully there is a place that services dry ice and regular ice needs plus offers charcoal, all in a one stop event.  Actually, with the meats, I might as well pick up all that I am taking today.  I'll simply split out what I am taking, mash it if needed, bag it, freeze it, and have it prepped for the ice chest in it's due.  The thing with the dry ice is to use a small chest and fill the void with a few things, explore filling the space of sublimation with various things, and perhaps try various things to see what will keep the cooler itself safe from cracking.  It will have to be left outside, but I can put it in shade and in my old sleeping bag.  Actually I have two old bags, I will be using the lesser of these just as I will be on the trip.

Pieces and parts and things and doings.  Hmm...  It is going forward.  The cave is even getting a lick and a spit as I am waking and rising to the demands of the events.  Oh... One thing?  I realized I needed an extra camera chip less than extra batteries.  Bleh.  A chip will hold 9,999 pictures (if I am not sure how it is set).  But a battery will only offer 200-300 pictures, max.  I have three batteries, but in the heat I am not positive the batteries will last as they otherwise might, either in camera or out.  Still, that is, I can hope, 600 pictures.  Enough, most likely.  I am not even sure I will use it all that much.  And it is supposed to be registered before I even use it.  I will have to see if you can pre-register it or if you have to clamor for registration once there.  It might be a gate thing.  Bleh.  With all the rules and regs, and given the nature of the event, I have to wonder if Jobs or Gates isn't somehow involved with all the legal aspects of this thing.  Pirates are the most protective of their loot, and other people's (until they can raid it).  Never mind.

I will be taking lots of batteries.  But many of the things I will be taking eat batteries.  Some batteries are exclusively rechargeable types though.  With the Xt'ter there, and a minor dc to ac converter, I could do some of that.  And we are in the alternative energy camp so their might be some availability for that.  But it might just be use items until they drop and then go without thing.  Running down the battery in the X would be unwise.  Next year I hope to have various rechargeable and a solar recharger, or two, if I go.

Yeah, morning blather.  I have some things to do, and waking up first.  Hmm, back to looking for video instructions on putting that grill together first thing.  Later.