A good start.

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A late start, but not so late as yesterday... even though I stayed up later.  Go figure.  I'm just a passenger when life goes in this direction.  I'm not completely at the whim of those winds, but there are some practical limits to my ability to shift things.  So... I do as I may, put up with the rest.  Still, sleep was good.  I dreamed, several dreams.  All are gone, dissipated before I woke.  Even before waking, I knew they were gone.  I may sleep a little differently than others.  I, usually, have some aspect that is asleep, some that is conscious within the confines, and some that is partly awake.  Perhaps that is normal?  Don't know, but it's the way I know it.

I am feeling much better today, and most of yesterday actually.  I am going to make a stab at getting to a few things today.  Nothing much, but along the lines of what I am hoping to accomplish in my home.  Cleaning, clearing, arranging.  Stupid stuff, but it does actually pay off.  I'm not a domestic diva, I am just hoping to optimize a few processes and clear the home to clear the mind.  Yeah, it works, if you can do it.  I am almost as good at this as I am gardening.  Never mind.

I am hoping to get a couple of dedicated portions of time just for reading.  I am actually excited to get back to it.  I have tasted of such prose in a coon's age, perhaps more.  Tasty.  I wonder if my dreams, or at least one of them, a look around this new world I have found through reading.  As I think about it, I suspect so.  Sharks have teeth by which to test the world, I have many things.  One of the more potent is dreaming.  I can't program so as to make worlds and delve, change, control, and monitor.  But I can dream better than any machine.  Simply, though, I can't always remember.  Never to worry, mind you.  Memory isn't just a thing for your conscious mind.  My subconscious and unconscious mind also have their own memory stacks.  And... it does go to show.  Consciousness is the tip of the iceberg.  If you learn how to tap into that other, you will never be empty.  I have been forced to do so by my medical ailment.  Some do it natively, or for other reasons.

Oh, yes, a good day I do believe.  I might have to, slowly, work on getting my schedule back.  But I won't let it interferre with getting back on my feet in other ways, not yet.  I can only push just so much right at the moment.  I'd rather push to my goals than to a daytime schedule up front.  Who knows what I can do, still a bit off.  But feeling so good I almost suspect I could dance.  So, dance I will, as I may.  Good day.