11:00 and I'm trying to go a bit longer.

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While I am stretching, I wouldn't say that I am to the point of overextending.  It's always a little rough trying to push the schedule around.  Strong as I can be, I live in a delicate state just the same.  I'll make it.  This time I am able to focus on not just getting to a day schedule, but how to do it.  And I am feeling well enough to try to do it.  At least for the moment.  I sometimes get tired while I am working at it.  But if I keep my mind on it, even when I seem to have failed, or be failing, I often make it on over.  It's a beautiful thing.

I've been doing anything I can to stay awake.  While I am not over extended yet, as I suggested, I am sleepy.  Two different things.  I reset the dishes, if I have nothing to put into that effort.  I painted the barrel again, and put a coat on the inside of the foregrip, and a textured coat on the outside.  Some of the meat set out had thawed, so I fixed a bit of it.  Bacon wrapped turkey tenderloin is not my thing.  But it is a spot to eat.  I would love to try and make it to 13:00.  I don't know.  I don't think so.

Oh, yes, one of my aunts died yesterday.  It's hitting my mother particularly hard.  Hmm, no.  I think, at this point in her life, every one hits her hard.  She is one of the two aunts I knew the most growing up.  It is odd, at least in our family, more of the young have died than my parent's generation.  Fast living, suicide, poor health.  Which is strange, actually.  Their generation lived faster lives, by far, to be honest.  I've said a prayer, for those closest, the reposition of her soul, and for my mother.  Yeah, death has become a problem for her.

Oh, I best call my neighbor.  I think I best opt out of dinner for at least this week, as I try to kick my days back around.  If awaken, it will make my job much more difficult.  I'll do that for two weeks if I absolutely must.  I need my days back.  I'll just have to make do with food.  I can eat every other day, as I am pushing, and come out all right.  Heck, as rough as this gets, I can go days without eating.  I feel so stretched when doing this, food doesn't even sound good.  I just ate, this morning, because.  And that was the sum of it.  Well, actually it was using cooking as a means of having something to do.

Good night, Desert Cat.