To bed late, up early, revisited.

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I need to quit that.  But... it is what it is.  I simply couldn't quite go down.  Two days out in a row and it took a bit to cool down?  Nah.  The trips were cake.  They did slowly wear me down each day, but that is supposed to happen.  More so for me, and so it went.  But, really, cake.  Especially for me.  No, it wasn't that.  Staying up late has just been what it was.  Waking early has been it's own thing.  Neither of which do I understand, fully.  Perhaps the game, and life, are somehow adding motivation to my gumbo?  Maybe.  It's even dark outside, raining.  But it's a southern influx.  Cool, but... different.  Not a northern thing.  Perhaps the hi's and low's are different.  Can't really say.  All good though.

Today, however, will be a slower paced day.  I am hoping to do a few things, through the day, but just minor tweaks here and there.  Tools getting policed, picking up and recycling to be tended, perhaps looking over the dryer to see how to get that going again.  Nothing fancy, nothing big, nothing too draining, but not stopping either.  Monday or Tuesday I hope to be back in town.  Until then resting and relaxing just a bit with a hope of hitting next week a bit harder, doing a bit more, becoming somewhat regular.

I still have a shop to put together and an en suite bathroom to rediscover through rebuilding.  It shouldn't be too much work, just a lot of it, some of it slightly technical, and all of it will have to be a sustained effort.  I may be surfacing to the point where I might be able to hit it, or bits of it.  I can't believe how often I have been down this summer.  Even keeping meds and food on as much call as possible.  It would be quite easy to just quit.  To surrender to "facts".  But I won't, can't.  Hmm...  Well... a bit of waking then I'll think about what to do first.  Later.