It sure gets screwy when chasing shadows through the sunlight.

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Sleep was wonderful.  And it wasn't too far off.  I negotiated my way to almost 13:00 before raising the bow, breaking in two, then sinking to what had been unknown depths.  Erotic dreams half haunted, half teased, my sleeping mind.  Everything your parents know and like about sex but will let you find out on your own?  Yes.  I think that would about sum it up.  Uhrm, that could easily fill a book.  Even the rarity of my lessor explicit dreams, and the fairly mild nature of that, makes this, possibly, a once in a lifetime dream.  Good, too.  It's like dreaming of a ribeye steak, and waking up on your desert island to more coconut infused fish.  Which was great, the first 10,000 times.  Only, I don't even have that.  Meh.  It was good while I was there.

I thought I heard someone in the house.  As it turns out, I think it was the cats.  I have literally caught them making human sorts of sounds.  Trust me, they know what wakes poppo.  And, when they want fed, attention, or Sam wants out?  Oh yeah.  I haven't figured out how the make a sound like an interior door closing, but they do.  The sounds, however, made me wonder if it was Sunday and I had forgotten to call to put dinner off.  When stretching, and waking one day, going to bed the next day, it becomes difficult to track.  Yesterday I thought it was Sunday, so why not today!

The shower was quite nice yesterday.  I'll like to take another one, perhaps, and maybe try to get to town.  It would just be a burger raid, maybe stopping at a store for a few perishables.  Oh, and I am going to try to retrain Sam.  Now that I have the bug problem taken care of at the front door, I am going to try to get her to go out that way.  She truly despised those bugs, and I can't blame her.  Just boxelder, but they are creepy to run through.  And one or two always seem to think you are fun to crawl on.  But they are well and truly dead.  They aren't in the cave, either.  It seems they only entered through the front door.  Which is awesome.  It means this house is zipped up rather tight.  So, now to teach her that the front door is good.  Why?  Four steps versus fifteen, and 10 seconds versus... more.  It takes a bit to gain her trust.  But when she finds that I keep the bugs gone, and she gets to go out more often?  I think she'll take the deal.  Love my girls.  I'll only ask of them when I have done for them, and I... will suffer through some of their doubts.  I am... a bit dubious, if I do truly try.  Hey, we do our best?  I do what I can.

I did, again, have to force myself back to sleep.  I nearly awoke at 17:00.  I think it was waking early, often, that was absolutely beating me up.  I can stay up a few hours more, sometimes.  I can sleep a little less, sometimes.  But if I try to do them both, at a machine gun pace, I get jammed.  So I have been forcing at least seven, and trying for eight, hours of sleep.  And my discomfort at changing my schedule has decreased exponentially.  It's still a bit rough, but it's more comparable to a constant headache and being a little distracted due to being slightly tired early and late in the day versus a constant migraine with perpetual exhaustion thrown in.  Yeah, I can do this.  Before, I think I was just too ill to be conscious of what the problem was, when I would try to switch my sleep cycle.  Good to know.  Better to be able to adjust.  Life is improving.

Uhrm?  I don't know.  I need to wake up for an hour or two.  Later.