Yeah, well.

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I didn't go down until... 6:00, or so?  Yep, something right in there.  And I slept until 15:00, I think.  I didn't check, after that first look.  And, when I first wake after going in hard I can really mess up what the time I think I see is compared to the real time.  Slept hard, and well.  No dreams haunted me.  I let the cats in to help maintain proper posture, and then did so.  My best run at absolute celibacy is somewhere at a month and a half and two.  I am going to try to best that.  The time for such notions is done.  No need to keep any potential.  Might as well make my life fully holy, as much as is possible.  Another form of death, I suppose.  But, so be it.  It will go well with the rest of my collection.

I do need to rest today.  Monday was a hard and heavy day.  And yesterday was at least a pretty good shot at it.  I might try to do a few things, but I do need a little bit of restfulness.  Thankfully, though, I am not crushed.  My sleep is off.  But, if what I am seeing is true, then a major push day nets me three to six hours of time change, so... if I push every few days, somehow, then I will see myself to days, again, then back to nights, in short order.  In other words, I will be tumbling through time until I gain some stamina and strength.  Rather than wasting energy fighting the clock, I will use energy doing what I can, and spitting out activities, tasks, chores, and such, and just let the clock deal with itself.

Tomorrow I plan on going shooting.  I don't know when I will be able to sleep, or wake though.  Still, I may call him tonight and see if he wants to go.  If not, or perhaps Saturday, either way, I may take a hike to the dam.  It's about three miles one way, but it's flatland.  I was trained to make, give or take, five mile an hour paces.  Not sure I am up to doing that for three miles straight, let alone six miles, if that was at the time geared for 20 mile runs.  Old, I am.  And ill.  The hike would give me a chance to test my water filter though too.  And, perhaps, get another box or two of ammunition down the pipe in order to keep improving my ability to hit more than the side of the barn.  Bleh.

A record, of sorts, yesterday.  Well, from 17:00, or so, last night, until now, I have had 170, plus, visitors.  What did they put in their soup?  Or... what did I write?  My record, before that, was a hundred visitors.  Now, usually, when I get a run, it is Russian.  This time it was Americans.  Russians, for the last month or two, have been visiting at three to four times their normal numbers.  Outpacing Americans.  But, yesterday?  Americans caught up.  No idea, really.  I can't tell what either the Russians, or these new American viewers, are looking at.  Well shielded.  Could be government, might be corporate or workers behind corporate.  Don't know.  I doubt if anyone cares that I got out hiking, I'm... pretty sure of that.  Most of the hits were between 19:00 and 21:00, about 103 of them, and it wasn't really a mass single, short, hit.  Lots and lots of little hits, one to three at a time.  Lots of them.

Well, on to... something.  Perhaps I can get the table cleared and arranged for honing.  And perhaps a load of laundry and a few dishes.  Dunno.  Won't be much though...  and, that, only after I wake a bit better.  Later.