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While my long naps aren't, exactly, perfectly, on protocol... they are close enough.  Four hours of sleep, as close to the minutes as would be possible without external force, and actually maybe to the minute, I woke.  Sleep was good.  I know I dreamed, I simply do not know what it was I dreamed.  I remember something about a submarine, being down.  Minor problems, but it all worked out.  Just another day(s) under the waves.  Oh, right, and it seems the hook in the bait from my spiel about a recent dream has caught more fish than I expected.

What hook, what bait?  Ah, calling so-and-whositz a servant, peasant.  Hmm?  Oh.  First, for the most part, in America, there generally isn't such a thing.  That was, and is, Europe and the rest of the world.  There are some who might recall analogy, blue-collar workers, for example.  But it isn't even true there.  But it does bug a lot of people, if for no reason I can understand... save ego issues.  You see, if there were such a thing as peasants, I would be considered to be among them.  As for being a servant?  My whole career was closer to that of a slave.  If your boss told you to run into gunfire, or play with explosives, or shoot at people, would you?  Only if you felt he was right or saw the need.  My boss was not like that, and had the power to have me shot, if I failed.  Slave, not even a servant.  Although one of choice, once that choice was made it was no longer available.  Damn kids, don't get nothing these days.  Yeah, that was tucked in one of the dreams.  A dozen, and more, yammering about my dismissive tone.  It was aimed at one.  If you stand in front of my target, by the way, you will be hit.  Further, if I had to guess, he isn't a peasant even by European standards.  Which... hurt him even more.  My words are more potent, as a peasant, than his will, even though, I suspect, he is well monied and well insulated by some institution or other.  Oh, the funny, the funny.

I am actually fairly well awake.  My mind.  My body, however, is not in accord.  As often as not, the opposite is usually the truth.  Save, as I did, when I take extended naps... gap encroaching naps?  Yeah, something.  If I press it, for a while, I end up have two shorter naps through the days, rather than one sleep period.  It's inefficient, leads to one form of sleep deprivation and one form of over-sleeping syndrome, all at once, and rarely leads to any better of a schedule change.  Then again, usually it happens through health issues, not a willful thing.  Or health issues breaking on a need to roll the dice on when I will be awake because there is no other way.  Huh?  Just... just trust me.  It's a messy thing.  Still, as now, it is the only real shot I have at being awake at a time so that I can conduct business that is vital.  And, so it goes.

The last of last month's purchases arrived.  Sure, any axe might serve.  My plans to get out, in a lighter fashion, have decided me on the notion of going for fewer but better.  In this case, it was an axe.  There are a couple of renowned manufacturers.  I have questioned the price to quality point, myself.  I am quite cynical, or doubtful, and more, on many things.  My desires are always questioned, will I even get out for example?  Some things can only be offered faith.  And with recent doings, if a minor fall or two since, I trust, or at least hope.  But on claims of improved, or better, or quality through price, I have some great doubts.

The thing is, if you have doubts... great!  That is where you should start.  Doubt the heck out of anyone and anything that suggests something you find preposterous.  For, most likely, and to some degree, everything suggested has a bit of untruth to it.  Salesman, in other words, lie.  However, look further.  Find testimonials, do a bit of research, decided what extra or sure value a bit extra coin might actually provide.  You will never find perfection.  You might find better and worse.  Then, look at the coin involved and the mission or use required of it.  Is it vital?  Might your life depend upon it?  If so, a bit of checking and a bit extra coin might make that worth your risk.  It comes down to finding doubt, comparing that with the faith of a few others, and subjecting that to a risk assessment.  Do this and... you will still be lucky to get out alive.  :)  I bought a Wetterlings forester axe.  It doesn't need sharpened, but a bit of linseed oil would be good.  I have some minor work for it, when it warms again.  It has snowed, several times, lately.  We almost had the ground covered!  Sorry for those of you who are snowed down.  For my dollar, I'll take my way.  Anyway... when things clear, I have test material.  And I have some weathered logs I could chop out back.  Been meaning to break those down.  I have another axe, but...

Sometimes, a little extra gelt for tools or equipment really does make the difference.  The thing is, you can't spend extra on everything.  Pick the things you will need to use for all of your life and upgrade those.  Things that, if used correctly, will last beyond even your time.  Or, as mentioned, things your life may depend upon.  Then care for them, and hand them on when your time is done.  That, my friends, is how wealth is passed on.  Something the generation before mine have seemed intent on ignoring.  A disposable world is only a truth if you make it so.

Huh?  I don't know.  I just woke up.  The mind does that, wanders.  Hmm... I ought to get a cup of coffee, maybe some breakfast, perhaps read blogs or my ebook, and... shake this blathering thing.  Later.