Way late, way early.

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To sleep, then awake, that is.  Not quite 6:00 and I woke without a problem.  I am not quite sure if this is a readjustment, if that is doubtful.  I'll know as the day rolls on, more surely tomorrow morning, and definitely the morning after.  Some very high percentage of the times, when I roll back sleep by many hours, it means my days and nights are about to begin tumbling.  Once in a great while I catch and maintain the new schedule.  This time is a little different.  The causes aren't from natural distortions, and aren't finding me foggy and cranky, awake merely because I can't sleep.  Still, that may not matter.  I simply won't know until a bit of time passes and I see future results.  Probability is not on the good side is all.

I let the girls sleep with me.  Only Sam came in until 3:00 or 4:00, when Sassy decided, or realized, the option was open.  Have you ever slept with children?  While sometimes, as a parent, that is wonderful.  It is also, at times, a bit cloying.  You can't just roll.  You can't just anything.  You have to make sure the little one(s) are in agreement to movement.  So you don't sleep really deeply.  It was good enough, and I often sleep that way.  One eye open they say, if that truly is just a metaphor.  At least I hope no one actually sleeps with one eye open, especially a cyclopes!  When I am doing well, I usually sleep light.  Now, when I hear a bump in the night, mind you, I ignore.  When I hear two, I listen a bit more closely, three or more?  I just bring my pistol right to bed with me.  Hey, I used to be that bump in the night.  Don't go looking.  If you are the target, it will find you.  If not, it's not worth checking.  As a family man that changes.  As a bachelor, not so much.  Not fear, for me, just don't want to mess up sleep.  Unless I'm in the mood or can't sleep anyway.  Then it's go time.  Ha!

I know I dreamed, a number of times.  I don't remember anything.  Memory dissipated before I became conscious enough to know.  There were just little traces of some things.  Sometimes those come to me later, but as emotional responses.  As with trying to figure out the shapes of things from shadows, and the location of the casters of those, it's never quite clear what it is all about.  Sometimes, usually, the dreams just end up just going away.  I suppose they turn into sludge for the bilge, or are refined into fuel for future dreams.  Who can know about such things.  Pet theories abound, however.  None of which have been shared here.  Too early for theories anyway.

I did get the trash and recycling out last night.  I also called my friend.  He said it was, and had been, snowing all day there.  What?  When dinner was brought, no snow was seen.  Still, I checked.  Gah!  He was right.  The forecasts I had seen were all wrong.  They said showers for the valleys.  No real mistake, only they didn't know when the precip would be coming through.  Earlier in the day it would have been rain.  It all melted off the drive though, or was off last night.  And it seemed to stop between the call and when I finally got the bins to the curb.  Being away from the mountains, even just by the twenty miles, makes it so we often don't get the kind of snow he will get.  Not always anyway.

Oh, because of the snow, he thinks shooting is off today.  Still, I want to get groceries, and get out.  He thinks that sounds like a plan.  He is getting cabin fever.  Just happened.  Probably seeing the first real snow set off something.  A bit of browsing, then grocery shopping, and lunch, I suspect.  I did look, a bit, for how to run my chronograph.  I really don't want to read instructions.  I didn't find much useful, I might look around this morning.  But I did learn that the overcast actually is when the chronograph works best.  So there is that.  I am almost sure the weather will pick up for a day of shooting, or two, yet this week.  But the forecasters sure didn't see the snow.  I won't be holding my breath, just hoping.

Well... on to something.  Good morning, and later.