Tough to keep a day cycle.

.
.
I will keep at it.  Most likely, the day cycle will slip from my grasp.  I couldn't go down until 3:00 and change.  I did set the alarm for 10:00, but yeah... no.  Noon, and that wasn't easy.  I don't have what is necessary to push out of bed early.  I woke, but late, and barely.  If you are in the military for more than a year, you learned.  You wake when you are woken.  You don't always get eight hours, you don't always get six hours, you don't always get three hours, and you might run a 48 hour run awake, working, and hard, then have a week of lousy sleep before you can ever even get a chance to get even one proper night's rest.  Further, in some operations, you never really sleep.  You just become slightly less conscious when an opportunity presents itself.  Adrenalin, running gangbusters, won't let you drop too deeply.  Well, and I suppose back then, hormone levels at their peak.  Of course, for some people, that might, over time, incapacitate their normal function.  Something I have considered, and still consider.

As fall is hitting, cool to cold weather has arrived, the sun is at such an angle that it isn't warming as well, just staying focused is become tough.  All go through it.  The older you get, the harder that hits.  Turning the heat up helps just a bit.  It's the heat from the sun that seems to push, at least me.  The furnace, at best, merely keeps blood warm enough so that it flows slightly better.  It doesn't have the umph of the sun to push the body into gear.  Why not go south?  Because that much hard run time just isn't my calling.  Seasonal changes just seem right.

I did have a dream that startled me awake.  It was too real.  I was walking through my home.  I was sleepy enough, in the dream, or otherwise unaware enough at first, that I didn't realize what was different.  Then I realized my line of sight was off.  It was as if I was two to three feet shorter.  Now the dream was so realistic, natural seeming, that I really didn't realize it was a dream at this point.  As I moved through my house at night, looking around, more seemed off.  Yes, I can move through my home at night without lights.  I can see in the dark fairly well, and I know my place.  So that part wasn't strange.  As I was walking through, however, I noted that my... legs... where different.  Well, and I was on four of them.  The musculature of a wolf is very different.  How the leg bends, where it bends, and that when you move one leg, another moves as automatically as breathing.  Wolves have forms of biceps and triceps, sort of, just much smaller.  A wolf is merely a fast platform for teeth... and hunger.  It is not strength based, as in lifting strength, but speed based.  The realization of the muscular contractions, front and hind leg tethering, and a few other things, was so... different, when I realized, that I woke to a start.  So real seeming.  Panting was cool, and the girls knew who I was so didn't freak.  It seemed to still take a bit to wake, as if going through a long tunnel.  Then I found myself in bed, but a bit shaken, maybe stirred too.

I'm pretty beat up, for some reason.  Not physically worn, just very tired.  I may even take a nap before too long.  A few hours from now, anyway.  I don't want to extend my sleep cycle through the nap, or perturb my bedtime.  Naps are tricky.  At least I think they are.  They have to be right between targeted sleep and wake times or they mess everything up.  I am not sure I should nap in my present condition, truth be told.  I am simply unsure if I can avoid it.

I have a lot of things I'd like to hit, I'm just not able to wake well enough.  I'll keep pushing.  Later.