Sleep can be so very good.

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Last night was one of those nights.  Proof, more than some of the other proposed options, that God loves us and wants us to be happy.  Most don't recognize it because they have never gone more than a short time without good sleep.  Go without sleep, or actual full wakefulness for a decade or two and you will understand.  I doubt if I am sleeping as well as most of you understand even now.  However, for me, it comes down to better or worse.  Last night was on the card as memorably better. 

A little stiff and sore this morning, but on the 1 to 10 scale, this is a pleasant 1 to 2.  Just enough that I know I have worked.  Just enough so that I immediately knew I was alive.  Mild enough to call me to wakefulness somewhat mildly, and dare me to pass it on my way to better parts of life.  In pain there can be found joy, and a calling.  So it is.  No need to fuss with it.  The pain, I can tell, is probably just the normal pain of waking, and will pass before too long.

Today will be a gentle roll through some small efforts, while at a resting pace.  The work I have been doing has been heavy and frequent enough that I do, sorely, need a day of more mild endeavor.  Every time I have meant, recently, to take a break, something has come up.  Wednesday I had meant to back off, but got busy in the morning while forgetting about raking.  Friday I had meant to take a day off but then my friend called to get me out shooting.  All good, mind you.  I earned my keep, within and beyond my ability, this week.  It is a good thing.  But I am weary in a general sense.  Truly a wonderful thing in and of it's own.

Dishes, finishing the laundry if there isn't too much to do with that mostly, a meal or two.  I have a sack in one of the new larger than normal waste baskets so I'll get one in the other.  And, as I sit in my various stations, I may begin sorting the paperwork, notes, and such, tossing what should have been thrown away but had no place to go, and then I timed out on the effort before something else changed and the pieces just became part of the environment.  Slowly I am... reconditioning my life, adding those things that bring some joy, or function, and changing things to my liking.  I am organizing... slowly.  Learning to live again, more functionally.  Yes, yes, there is a reason.  Several, but one main reason.  Her.  I will expect much from her, and be disappointed sometimes.  And I expect she will expect much from me.  I will teach her to handle disappointment as well.  And yet, if we do our legitimate level best, I think it can work.  Well... all theory, all the time, and something to ponder?

Yes, a good day of rest and mild effort.  Tomorrow?  Finishing the kitchen, then hitting the living room with a bit more gusto.  Finally.  The sink, between faucet and plumbing, has held me up.  And actually, is still a bit of a work in progress.  While I have the flow I want, and the plumbing is sealed, the drain is slow.  I need to figure out venting.  I actually have a piece that will fix it, if it isn't the proper vent, just an undersink one of a dubious (according to some) nature.  I want to finish the living room before messing with that though.  I'll do that in a rest period between bigger efforts.  That might be what is wrong with the bathroom drain, too.  Though I don't think so.  Hmm... after the living room, I might tinker with both drains.  It would be very good to have those both working exactly perfectly.  I figured out the water flow, and some of the plumbing.  That is all that remains for those.  Plus... now I know a bit more, or less.  *grins*  You NEVER know, more or less.  I don't, anyway.

Hmm...  I'll wash the pan and see if I can do an omelet with it.  Hashbrowns and... maybe something else too.  Uhrm, after I finish waking.  Another cup of coffee or two, and a bit of time to wake, then on to... a mild day.  A Sunday.  Later.