I am surprised with the mornings lately.

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The ends of my days have been nearly traumatic.  Headaches, leaning toward nausea, exhaustion.  I wonder if I have been pushing that hard, or something else is going on.  I just can't be sure.  Missed a meeting, which, if I am basically there and early, I almost never do.  I can't remember such a situation, actually.  All because that end of the day wave of... something... hit and took me down.  Last night was no exception.  I think the night that took me down so hard was because I had been up 18 hours and was in the sun toward the end.  It's not the flu.  I'm on medicine.  I'm sleeping pretty solid bits from seven to eight hours.  I'm not pushing things here at home, if anything my activity is anemic.  I just can't fathom it.  From that, I keep expecting more kick from that upon waking.  But it just isn't happening.  I wake up on par, or better.  Sometimes there is a slight headache, but that isn't unusually, especially when I shy sleep as I did last night, coming in at under six hours.  Actually that is the sleep period which usually sees me to more function, if a grumpier worldview, over time.  It's a good morning, so I can't really suss the evening issues.  I am going down hard and mean.  More and heavier sun?  Don't know, not for sure.

All good.  While it did throw my meeting plans, otherwise it isn't too much trouble.  I'll get over it sooner than later.  My goal of returning to days has been met.  I think I can maintain it at this point.  My next goal is to keep that going and add work and chores into the lineup more regularly.  Messing with the laundry, today.  And perhaps hitting the living room a bit.  Oh, and cleaning the bathroom floor so as to put the new rugs down.  Bits and pieces.  I have a bit more business to attend, a call or three, and checking some things.  While I haven't been doing exactly as I had hoped, I have been doing most of what I had planned or proposed.  This next week I have three more appointments, all in a row.  Plus getting out for target practice, as the world warms, my friend suggests... and I concur.  I am having to push to do things, but I am doing some things.

Oh, about the picture.  Remember, just the hair.  I am an ogre looking critter, not a pretty boy.  Perhaps when young and svelte I could have passed, a bit, for such a thing.  I am well past those days.  Further, I never tried for such.  And, really, just my size... takes me out of the... what... frame?  yes, frame for being handsome.  Just too big.  Most Hollywood pretties fit a very specific ratio, so as to look good on film, for one thing.  And, these days, that is the gauge by which such is considered.  I don't, and never have, fit that.  Just a... buyer beware thing.  Still, that is the sort of haircut, and along the lines of the braiding.

I've already mentioned my plans.  I just need a bit of caffeine to jump-start the machine, and a few hours of... I don't know... reading, thinking, laughing, pointing, and hitting your and my weak and strong points.  Sure, pointing at someone else might have three fingers pointing back, but sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.  *grins*  Later.