Not the preferred way.

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Still, I won't complain.  I lost track of time and didn't go down until about 00:30.  I hit it hard when I did hit it though.  Lights went out in my Georgia as soon as the pillow was within landing gear range.  Thank God for autopilot.  I did set the alarm before dropping into Sleepville, for 8:00.  And yet I hoped to be up shy of that.

I woke, at some point.  I heard this weird... perhaps electronic... humming... or something.  Sometimes, if while turning off my alarm and I hit the wrong button, the radio will turn on.  It isn't set to a channel, and the volume is low from tinkering with the thing while mostly asleep.  It's amazing what even a dysfunctional mind can do, and get right, as it seeks to... figure things out while in a state not fully capable of rational considerations.  I wondered if I had either hit the snooze, or turned off the alarm wholesale, while mostly asleep, and then hit the radio.  Couldn't quite be impelled to roll and check, so I just tried to wake and listen more closely, to try to definitely identify the sound...  Nope, not the alarm radio...  But what...  More listening...  What time is it?  Good question, not checking, listen...  Ah!  A mourning dove.  It was doing a high/low chirp, repeating at a quick pace, exactly the same each time.  Irritating.  Then I remembered, and smiled.  They are legal to hunt in Utah, they weren't in Iowa.  *smile*

I did finally garner the... whatever it takes... to decide to make an attempt at checking the time.  Hmm, 7:--... something.  The finer details simply wouldn't come into mental focus.  I couldn't remember, at that time, what I had set the alarm at.  A quick check reminded me that it was set for 8:00.  Ugh.  I turned the thing off, being pretty sure I was going to get up.  I really shouldn't do that.  And I almost did fall back into sleep when I rolled back away from the alarm.  But no, I wanted to be up before the alarm.  And even with it off, 8:00 was stuck in my mind.  A bit of wrestling with sleep and I made it out, pretty much within a minute of fussing with checking the time.  I think it was about 7:44.

I fed the girls, emptied the tank, checked my blood pressure, and... started my morning.  I must admit to being a bit frustrated.  While I am on meds, full dose, and mostly keeping to that, my ability to do much more is strongly impinged.  I haven't accumulated a lot of dirty dishes.  One, and a smaller load, would fix that.  But getting to it is just murder.  I am drooling to do a number of things.  I WANT to do some cleaning but there isn't much to support that.  Dishes, laundry, sweeping, vacuuming, steam vacuuming, bug spraying...  All on my list and with a lot of will and interest, just no... well... nothing there to use to do that.  Very frustrated. 

The sun was out yesterday.  It looks like it will be out again today.  I will be opening the curtains, so that I get light, if I think I will avoid too much direct sunshine.  I've pretty much been running dark, and with clouds for a good long time even when up in the day, my capacity to handle sunshine is somewhat diminished.  My friend doesn't quite understand why evenings work best for me.  I'll... work on that.  I'll keep pushing.  The idea of mourning dove wrapped in bacon, eggs, and a cup of hot joe might just be enough to... egg me on to more.  Oh, I'll probably never hunt them, probably.  But that isn't always the point.

Later.