Sleep!

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Oh yeah, I needed that.  Somewhere between ten and twelve hours of sleep.  That sounds like a really bad estimate, but being that sleep doesn't always just happen, and waking when sleep is corporeally needed, is a thing of many shades...  And, just because I am awake does not mean that I am awake.  As soon as my feet are on the ground, and my eyes can send the time in and my brain can  process it, I call that "awake".  It's not, not really.  Turn on your computer and immediately try to surf the net.  The option isn't even there until your system goes through a number of routines.  In my condition, usually, that takes a lot longer for me than it does for your computer or you.  Actually, often my first blog upon waking is part of that routine.  Eating, though, this time, for some odd reason, was first in the line up.  For which I earned a bloody nose.  Yeah, I'll look at the boot lineup and check the system.  :p


Minor dreams, not much remembered from them.  A love, some woman who was vaguely familiar.  One of the forgotten names, remembered faces, who I tried to set up home with.  It is impossible to love when you are both dead.  But the call to it is so powerful that, for a time, we create a version of the past we came from, and had hoped to live.  Then we drift on, more forgetting each other than breaking up, returning from our dream walk together into the present alone.  She was after I lost the one that...  Perhaps her love had died too, I don't know or remember.  I just remember ghosting with her for a while.  Other little dreams too.  Not much detail of any of them remains.

Rest, mostly, today.  Perhaps collecting my gun cleaning kit and cleaning a firearm or two.  The other pair of boots would be good to prep.  Checking my pack in readiness for a hike.  Maybe a bit more clearing of the table, and hitting a few other areas.  I have been keeping my bathroom rather clean and clear... if the waste baskets could be emptied.  Yeah, I often forget those, in a major cleaning effort.  Oh, and maybe clearing out the last of the clean laundry.  I need to find a more permanent place for socks.  I have a LOT of socks.  Mostly wool.  They are what I like, even in the summer.  Well, when I bother to dress, that is.  Shorts, shorts, t-shirt, in the summer... pj's in the winter, unless I have to actually dress as I need to go somewhere.

Coffee is helping, but this will be a slow wake day.  It just will.  I needed sleep, I still need rest.  The back and legs seem a bit more fit today.  Just a bit stiff.  All good.  You know I like it when I use my body enough to cause some discomfort.  I simply wish I could do that more often, much more deeply, with more of my muscles, including my bean.  I get enough emotional workouts, just from memory.  If, there is hope, one day, I will find a place where I can suffer fresh wounds!  :)  Ah, love... a many splendored thing, indeed.  Later.