Ah, awake.

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I gave myself eight hours to sleep, but an half hour of round up, on top of an extra hour just because.  Sometimes I know extra sleep will be needed.  Sometimes I allow for it, sometimes I try to bull through.  Both answers can be the correct one in specific situations.  Knowing which one is best is a crapshoot, one I am not particularly good at.  All I know is the house usually wins, definitely in the end.  The problem is identifying the house.  While that may seem easy enough, the truth beyond appearances is quite beyond our humble grasp.  Sometimes even we are the house, if we align things correctly.

Drifting, aye.  I didn't get a thing done yesterday, that I remember.  Then again, I don't remember much.  Not that there was a lot to remember... I think?  I suppose I pushed too hard, for too many days, fumbling with medicine on top of that, and then daring the sun to beat me up... which it did.  I may have a very slight sunburn.  Sunburns release some kind of drug in my system, which act, I would have to guess, much like psychedelics, hallucinogens.  If I do well, and get out in the sun often enough to tame the effect, I can then tolerate more with much less effect.  But that takes a bit of time.  It wasn't the only part of the problem, just a small little piece of it.

Still a bit floaty today.  Don't know what will, or can happen.  But I am pushing to get more work done.  The drain, breaking down more boxes, cleaning the kitchen a bit better, then hitting the living room.  Those are the immediate goals.  I have enough variety that if one thing doesn't strike my fancy or call me to action, perhaps another thing will.  I have to see the task, be in the right frame of mind when I see it to notice it, then have enough breath and gumption to hit it.  It's less of a conscious effort, more like when, how, and why a trout strikes at a lure.  Either it happens or it doesn't. 

I should make breakfast this morning.  I never did get to it yesterday.  Eggs, I think I have just a bit more hashbrowns, and bacon.  That should work.  Food does help, but I have to be able to make it and eat it.  I don't know if anything will happen, though things tend to build on each other.  If I can start earlier, I can potentially though not necessarily, get more done.  If I start later, potential is also reduced, though sometimes when I start I simply bulldoze through and get everything on the list plus interest.  Likelihood, however, rests with the obvious.

My first focus is fixing the drain.  If what I bought doesn't work, I may go back to town.  I want that done, and right.  The next plumbing effort will be to get the drain to work in the bathroom.  Perhaps something is caught up in it.  Or... something.  "All I have to do"(tm) is pull the trap.  I used quotes because quite often, when I go to do something simple it turns into something quite different from simple.  I already know that getting the trap off will be a bit, to quite, complicated due to the traps partial positioning within the ceramic column base upon which the sink resides.  Depending on how much room there actually is to swing a wrench will make it either a little to a lot more difficult than the simple notion itself might belie.  But, that won't happen for a while.  Hmm, and while I am doing that, I might change the gaskets in the shower faucet handles.  An occasional drip tells me they need to be replaced.  And, yes, I have the tools and gunk to do it... just not the experience, yet.  And who knows what could go wrong.

On to... more waking up.  Then perhaps the plumbing.  And if that goes well, on to more cleaning.  If it doesn't, I could always use a few more things from the store while I am in town.  Always, innit?  Later.