Late to bed, of course.

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It could have been much worse.  With company over until... rather late, that I was able to relax and sleep fairly quickly was a bit of a surprise.  Within an hour I had it, mostly, wrapped up out there, was in, and heading to bed.  It didn't take long at all to hit my stride into sleep.  And I slept very well.  I know I dreamed.  But it seems to have been the fluff dreams of childhood.  Then again, as I recall, I had terrible nightmares even back then.  Okay, how about fluff dreams of the childhood we idealize we had?  Yeah.  Life sort of starts out harsh.  Then it gets worse, then much worse, and further degrades as we learn, from learning if we are smart enough, that we will never know.  And the more we know the more we realize that we, after being bullet proof (compared to those around us, often), are not the lucky ones.  Then we, eventually, I hope, are tended and can revert back to some of the simplicity of our childhood even while drawing breath.  Of course, simplicity... innocents of a sort, young or old, comes vulnerability.  But... it's not bad, either way, any way, as I see things now.  Amen.

Today?  I woke at about 13:00, so there isn't much day left.  And it is pretty warm.  First thing I did was geared the fans and set the AC to run for a couple of hours.  Oh, and closed the windows.  I should have set the alarm to wake earlier, just to close the windows.  But I think that wouldn't have worked, there is no way by bed time I could have glommed an idea like that together and put it into action, so...  If I let the night air in, then close the windows before heat from the day seeps in, life is much easier.  It isn't, obviously, always possible though.  But... for a restful day, I think it will do.

I will probably do very small things.  A little cleaning here and there, from time to time.  Perhaps dishes and a load or two of laundry through the weekend.  Nothing at any speed, a load at a time.  This, that, and the other thing.  If I can make room on the kitchen table finally, and that is very possible, I might get to honing one of the blades and begin working a balloon, or three, or whatever it takes, with it.  I might even do a thing or three in the garden or garage.  But only easy or necessary stuff.  And outside stuff will be done when things cool off. 

Wonderful.  Restful.  I love working a week because it makes weekends so very nice.

My friend doesn't understand some things.  And there is no way to explain some things.  Of course he will have to give me razz in any case.  That's what friends are for.  Of course, some day, he may be 'splained'.  His ears will ring, he'll twitch, and his head will spin.  And?  He'll still razz.  That's what friends are for.  Ha!  It's good to have friends.  Life stinks without some serious razzleberry pie, a la mode, when available and the season is right.

Later.