No capacity.

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Not today.  I had plans.  I really thought about them.  I wanted to get to even one of them.  A lack of the ability to focus and perpetually being tired combined to simply make actually doing anything pretty much impossible.  Oh, sure, the girls were fed, there water bowl filled, and Sam let out when she wanted, a few times.  That's it.  Not sure tomorrow will be much better, but I never place bets.  If I get the opportunity, I take it.  An inch or a mile, whatever I can get.

Though tired, I only become slightly disoriented when I try to do something.  Yeah, I've started a few projects only to find myself lost, retreating from whatever.  The day has been a fine one.  And I am awake at 18:00 and change, so far.  If this holds, I will have changed my sleep schedule in a week this time.  Yeah, it keeps tipping.  Every time I put out a lot of energy, in a hike, or by simply doing several bigger tasks in a day here at home, but definitely when I do a number of things during a week, the chances of a schedule shift increase, usually right until it is pretty much guaranteed.  Why it always surprises me I'll never know.  Hope eternal?  More like very poor memory. 

I think a run to town is off until Wednesday.  But I will be calling my friend shortly and trying to schedule something on that day.  It'll give him time to set up for it, and be ready.  I'm glad I didn't schedule anything sooner.  And I won't be able to swear to it, only that I will try.  Oh, best make sure to have a camp chair for the trip.  I know he'll want to put a few shots down range.  We can probably do that.

I hope supper arrives soon.  I am burning the last of my embers.  If too much time passes, I'll just let them off the hook for tonight.  These last bits of time, as I shut the show down, after changing schedule, can be... odd, and difficult as to staying awake.  Getting just a touch dizzy.  Good night.