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Yeah, well, not everything works out.  At 9:30 I am looking at crashing, hard.  Not much can be done to change it.  Then again, it often can take a while to get around to making my plans work.  At least I am out of the woods on other issues.  I'm not whining, I am sure there are reasons to go in there.  When it is done, it's no longer any of my business, either.  I just need to get my body back to functioning along with the mind, or spirit, or whatever that is.  Pushing it hard isn't successful, usually.  Ignoring the problem isn't much better.  I'm not sure if time is the only resource, but a gentle nudge, inducements, and trying to keep my goals in mind seems to offer a bit more than ignoring or shoving.  Those last are only good for finishing, at times, in specific circumstances.

I am feeling relatively good, if a bit tired.  I keep feeling like I might be pulling out.  Setbacks are bound to happen.  Yes, life is good again.  Hmm, but so much to do!  I must wake, and work.  I don't even have to work hard, I just have to get to bits and then maybe work my way up to the bigger stuff as I go.  I honestly do like to work.  Life is simply interesting, and work can make that more meaningful, grant some success on the smaller and larger theater, burn up energy, be creative.  It is even a social thing.

Blathering.  Very tired.  Yes, to bed.  I'll feed the girls, and probably let them in with me tonight.  It's been a while.  With the air conditioner off, probably for the year, I think I can afford to let them back in.  Still blathering.  Good night.