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I didn't hit it until about 22:00. I went in hard, heavy, and finally. I set the alarm for 5:00 before crashing. I knew that would be tight, but was hopeful. I was thinking about thinking about something and then I wasn't thinking at all. The girls made a very loud noise, which I could hear over the fan or fan and AC. Yeah, I know it was them. Just... trust me. My heart was beating like a drum. It must have been about midnight but there was no way I was going to look at the time. I needed sleep, and with the heart racing, that was going to be difficult enough. But, shortly, I was back to sleep. The next thing I knew, the alarm was sounding off. Yuck. No way. It took a bit to... sort things enough to figure things out. I reset it, eventually, to 6:00. I don't know if I slept through and past it, or shut it off then woke naturally... But I finally got up at around 7:30, give or take pennies, nickles, and dimes in some combination.
I think the sun beat it out of me. It wasn't hard work, I was simply exposed. But more, I haven't been doing much of that lately. I didn't get to the faucet later, either. It just wasn't going to happen. It isn't just physical. I have to be sound enough to deal with potential failure. Sometimes I'm not ready for much. I was physically worn though, too... it's just that that is not always the whole of it, sometimes not the majority. Just minor heat stress and emotional fragility, this time, but it was enough. Still... I am getting there. Today I am hoping to work on the faucet. Tomorrow will be cool, so I hope to get out shooting, then pick up some sort of staples to hold the lines down. And, when I return, to set the lines straight, staple them, plant what I hope will grow, and set the operation to go. It might be too much, but when victory is on the lips, and the weekend for rest is at hand, I am hoping I can push on through.
Oh, but first... more coffee and some wake time. Yeah... Definitely more coffee, and time just sitting. Later.
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