Hmm, sleep, maybe.

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I am going down hard.  Not sure why, exactly.  It's, technically, still my morning.  In any case, this is good.  It might help me work my schedule around.  I just need a couple of hours, four really, of office-hours daylight.  Two to wake up.  I could talk, but can't really.  It does, usually, take a lot to become awake enough to do some things.  I can, in a pinch, in life or death or demand... from time to time... push through that.  But it's not a usual thing, or to be expected.  So, two hours to wake, clear mind and voice, and then start making calls.  I am sure, however, that if I sleep now, it will be a short sleep.  I will probably get no more than fours hours down, though that has more variability than my need for wake-up time.

I have started reading another book, and anthology of monster stories.  I ate the first one very quickly.  One or two bites I think.  The writing was good, the story solid, just... so short.  I don't know if that is the usual for this book.  The other anthology had only three books, but they were almost full-sized books each.  No real complaints.  It is enjoyable to be reading again.  As tired as I am, I am tempted to take the dang ebook in with me, again.  But I won't.  If I am this close to sleep I don't want to jeopardize my prospects.  However, I may try to use it to help wake up... whenever that happens.  The problem is, reading... when I first wake... is only slightly less problematic than trying to conduct business.

A review of other blogs, a post of my own, a shuffling through news links, perhaps a spot of food, definitely coffee, and medicine.  And time.  That is my recipe for finding a normative platform from which to begin living again after the little death that sleep might poetically, or literally in some cases, be called.  Right now, sleep it howling in the softest but most compelling way.  Sleep it is.  Good night... for a while.