Seriously?

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Feed the beast and you get output, perhaps.  I went to bed a and hour and a half to two hours earlier than I have been lately.  I think it was right at 23:00, which means more like 22:30-45.  Though the alarm is set enough ahead that 23:00 works as a baseline.  I set the alarm for right at eight hours and... pop.  I heard the alarm right away.  So dark at that time!  I love the dark, just not used to waking in it.  I hit the snooze just to... figure... some things out.  I'm not used to new or different things, and the dark is new... at least for waking into.  I seemed to take forever to grasp the new paradigm.  Then rose.  Didn't really need the snooze for sleep purposes, just... to figure, calibrate.  Must not have been too long, I woke before the snooze went off and then shut the alarm off altogether before it had time to annoy me.  Right at 7:00, plus almost a snooze bar timer.

Today?  I don't know.  If it is overcast and raining, I doubt if my friend will want to go shooting.  Still, I may go into town in either case.  I have a few things to send, and could visit at his home.  Maybe a lunch somewhere.  And I would like to get the dryer sorted out.  It's already Tuesday, for heaven's sake!  The week started without me, again.  I won't, this time, if I can help it, run away from me.  No, I'll be tagging along if I can.  Hard is the beast that lives in the shadows, but shyer than the world might think.  Not looking for a fight, just unwilling to placate a bully, thug, or undue harshness.  I'll take my dues, but no more.

The mind is whirring.  All dressed up with nowhere to go and only one hand on the wheel?  Something along those lines.  Coffee should be ready, and it sounds good, is needed.  Get on to life folks.  It won't wait.  Be well.  Later.