A more solid sleep.

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I think it was about ten hours.  That's a good thing.  For the last half week, I have only been getting two to four hours of sleep at a time, usually on the lower end of that scale.  Sleeping when I could, and when I wasn't baking, prepping, cleaning, or whatever else I had to do.  Reminds me a lot of sub duty.  You slept when you could, never sleeping enough, never quite awake, always busy.  Sometimes you got a good shot of sleep, but very rarely.  This long sleep broke the cycle.  But things haven't settled out.  It will take a while for my body and mind to settle out and find a return to normalcy.  But this is a major break in getting to that, a first step.  And, yes, sleep was delicious.  My throat isn't sore from snoring, I didn't wake up in a fog that I had to fight through, and I know I can just rest even though wide awake.  That is the only real rest.  If fog bound, and barely awake, that is more recovery than rest... two very different things.  Really, this effort was perfect, other than that slight tick in the last quiche delivery.

This means I have improved a great deal.  This is how I used to operate, on subs or not.  That is how I lived, most of the time.  Oh, once in a while I would take some downtime.  A week, or even a few days, sleeping and eating and otherwise taking care.  Then back to working out, chasing tail, fighting and working.  Never had time to think, just "do".  Go, go, go.  It was how I was built.  It was how I got through the rough stuff.  I'm not sure it was the best way, it was simply the only way I knew how.  A fog of a different sort.  I would like to get back to that a bit more, just not full-stop.  Then again, I know a number of men, locally, who live quite the same way.  And, I suspect, their wives live just so as well.  Not quite to that level, but my memories were from when I was in my late teens to early twenties... I am sure I would have naturally slowed down some.  It's about doing what you have to, then carving out just enough time and money to do what you want, and then toss work, romance, family, and God into that caldron of want, need, and finance.  All good.  Smelling of roses is a moment, and perhaps reserved for a time in the future. 

I am, now, hoping for a little valley floor snow, to begin working with snowshoes.  I want to do flat country before hitting the "hills".  And, hopefully, if probably more next year, hitting the hills with a pack so as to camp out in the cold.  When I do so, it will be fairly well geared.  But when I begin, it will be to explore various methods of no-tent winter camping.  How to set up safe outdoor survival, staying warm and keeping fed, learning to counter effort with calories, how to dress, the rest.  Just hobby level, mostly, with an eye on some potential future necessity.  Crazy, but... it's part of my programming.  Oh, well, and learning the local area well enough.  You should know your back yard in a big way, or I feel I should.  I don't, not yet.

On to my day.  Just resting, with feet up, watching Babylon 5.  Oh, and researching omelet making.  I gave it an unresearched effort yesterday.  Yeah... a little research is needed.  Bleh.  Oh, it was a good meal.  Just turned into a scramble rather than anything remotely resembling an omelet.  Later.