All in all, a bargain.

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I can't recall, exactly.  I believe it was nearly 6:00 when I went to bed, or was it after 7:00?  I was rather weary.  I didn't bother setting the alarm.  On days where I chase the clock. as a hounds chases the artificial rabbit on the track, I can't know if I will need a normal sleep, if it will run short, or if I will need twelve, fourteen, or in not so distant memory, even three days of sleep.  Usually, with the last, that was after a week awake, or more.  Still, there is no certainty, more so when I push.  A short sleep, as it turned out.  I was up at about 13:00.

Sleep was sound, good, wonderful actually.  No dreams, no sore throat from snoring that sometimes happen when I push.  Then again, yesterday wasn't a push.  It was a natural flow, it seems.  I even let the girls sleep in with me.  They may have helped me wake early.  Not so much by fussing, more by their presence as I woke, somehow.  Since they were kindly about letting me sleep in, I fed them right away.  That would, when I wake at 8:00 or so (my usual time), be their normal lunchtime... actually that would be a late lunch.

After feeding them, I went on to make myself breakfast.  Hashed browns, eggs, and mushrooms.  I thought about doing an omelet, but that would have required grating cheese, and I just wasn't quite in that mood yet.  I note that everything is cleared, cleaned, and set up for making pie crusts.  But that probably won't happen for a while.  Whatever else is going on, I don't seem to be able to begin working until later in my wake cycle.  I would love to start earlier, like right now.  I just, simply, honestly, can't.

Yeah, I've been going through something.  Paranoid, perhaps.  Or... I just pick up on the hubbub of the typical Christmas season.  Oh, I know.  It is a season of great hope.  It is also a time where people, families, friends, are all pressed together, with nothing such as work or school to distract them.  Old rubs, various grudges, unrequited passions, and all sorts of wounds and joys mix and at a time when people are in close proximity.  There is bound to be... emotional disturbances in the force, for both good and ill.  Like the Christmas meal, while delicious, it can be a bit much.  Even mostly cloistered ogres feel that emotional overflow.  More so those who are somewhat sensitive in a non-gentile way.  All good, I hope.  A time for many things, with a focus on the better things when possible.  Just enjoy the stories as just that.  It's how my mind deals with impediments, considerations, guilts, even joys and other such pleasantries.  Odd but true.

I may have to take more photos.  I forgot to add one set of items in the set.  Yeah, I know.  But I was motating on the dying embers of adrenalin.  More practice, in either case, is just fine.  I also need to go back to the store, after I make the crusts.  The cheeses will be fine, purchased in blocks and unsealed.  But the vegetables and herbs might... need to be refreshed.  I'll use the old for little bites here and there.  I just don't want to send stuff that is too old out the door.  Fresh, fresh, fresh, or I'll be hunted!

Later.