Not waking well.

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I'm in good shape, just sleepy, sleepier than usual.  It is a cool morning, though I don't think that is it.  It is simply that I am in a stage where I am mostly healed.  Pains persist, and a crankiness of body, but the majority of the storm is over.  After a large meal, or when waking up from a perfect sleep, something happens with healing that makes for a comfort zone.  I'm in that.  It's difficult to break out of it.  Oh, I'll get to something today.

I had thought to use one of the valves out of the spare bathroom.  But, as I recall, some of those didn't work.  I had planned to replace those as well.  So, rather than playing valve shower bingo, I think I will simply get to town.  More coffee is needed.  Actually, I only had one cup.  That will never do.  I simply couldn't, until just before this post, roust myself to make another pot.  Now just waiting on it.  A pot of coffee and three and an half hours in which to wake, might see me to town.  Perhaps a shower before too long as well.

A bit of grocery shopping, I have the list.  Tobacco to be sure, I am nearly out... last can I believe.  And then plumbing.  I may just stop at the plumber supply store first.  Nothing is open until 10:00, so I'll just drop in as they open.  I don't want to mess around and wait to call, often to talk to someone who doesn't know, can't look, is too busy.  While I am at it, I might as well pick up some new valves for the extra bathroom, since I know those will be required.  Oh, and probably a lunch before returning home.  Nothing fancy, just food.  Hmm, I might have potatoes and brisket for breakfast, first.  May not end up needing lunch, thought that isn't always the only reason to eat.  A meal a day is fine, but two seems fancy.

The coffee sounds done and I am hungry.  Later.