Perhaps with a bit more speed.

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Waking well and a bit early considering the givens means nothing with regards to filling a sail.  The wind, of a specific sort, in the correct direction, must be at hand.  I do worry, especially after this week of late and difficult starts.  Today, though, I was able to get to the shower before a phone call acted as a waking reverie, breaking me out of my trance like state and sending me forth.  Slowly, even then, usually.  Partially dressed, with lunch just finishing, and nearly an hour before the call comes in.  After lunch, I am hoping to put my packages and post together and be ready to send those as I arrive in town.

I am not sure what all is planned.  A return of the device, for immediate replacement.  The replacement will need to be installed, but that is easy.  I will make lunch light, however, as I do have a few shopping stops planned myself.  We can do those along the way.  Three visits to town to do the simple things I had planned.  I definitely planned for too much, at this point in time.  I suppose I was hoping to break through to more.  It does happen, but not without filling the plans to beyond my seeming capacity.  There is only ever one way to know some things.

A few minutes and the lunch alarm...  there it goes.  Later.