Woke well enough.

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Actually, I woke at 22:00.  Not wanting to get up so soon, I laid back and thought.  After some time, I realized I wasn't going to fall back to sleep.  Still, I wanted to stay in bed, to rest.  While trying to flip days and nights, I do better with a full sleep and extra rest if I can get it.  Staying in bed was wearing thin.  I was just about to get up anyway when the alarm went off.  Startled.  Had I set the time wrong?  I had meant to set the alarm for 1:00.  A quick check showed me that the time was right.  I either lost time or actually did fall back to sleep, or some sort of it.  That is a lot of time to just... stay in bed.  I was thinking of perfectly nothing, though I am sure I was awake.  I think.  Oh well.

I haven't checked snow depth yet.  That might complicate getting out today.  I don't have fresh gas, something that was on my list should I have gotten out yesterday.  The gas I have is not good.  I hate driving over snow, as it packs that down making removal impossible for the tread tracks in the snow.  Hmm...  I'll think as I wake.  I will check the depth right after this post.

I did finish drying the laundry, but I haven't done a thing with it.  I might get to that shortly, then a shower.  When day breaks, whatever of it there may be, I might start in on shoveling.  The depth doesn't really matter, unless we got two feet or something.  It isn't the weight of the snow that gets to me, it's the stooping and actions of shoveling that beat me up.  I really want to get to town today.  For a number of reasons.

Among them is hunger.  It's not a little hunger, or a single hunger.  They habe grown well beyond my ability to ignore.  I actually hope to be into town early enough to eat a breakfast, do some tasks, get my friend out if he wishes to get out, do more shopping, and then eat again.  I have learned some control.  I am beyond that.  Still, I am hoping to keep it in some sort of check.  Of course, there is another appetite or two that can't be fed in this way.  One I can figure out through stores.  The other I simply have to suffer.

As little as I actually eat, one would think I would have become thin.  As old as infirm as I am, one would also think another of my hungers would have dissipated.  Other hungers are supposed to disappear in time, or with age or illness, but they don't.  Just as I don't appear ill, mostly, I also have shed none of these forms of youth.  Prayer, will, none of it, can completely work.  HUNGRY.  I have learned a few things, through time.  Avoiding tricks, shitting on traps, moving as I must but not becoming my own slave.  A balance of things.  Yeah...  I should be extremely hungry after... no... I need to eat now.  Rice and burger might not be a delight, but it will do.  For now.  Three meals today?  Aye, and broasted chicken and potato wedges will be brought home.  FOOD!  And maybe libations.  I have been meaning to put a small stock of beer up.  Might need to get extra.  A case or two might satisfy, for a bit.  Women?  I'll just have to pray like hell.  Oh, they are out there.  They are available.  But I am holding off for a wife.  A good one or none.  Took me decades to get that under control, been a decade clean.  Gah!

Later.