Up and rather early.

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Nothing was sure about how sleep and waking would turn out.  With that later, and longer, nap yesterday, pushing and beginning small chores, I can never know.  The weather has warmed just a touch.  But being up an down, more than I would seasonally expect has been a highly variable causative factor all on it's own.  When I went to sleep at about a quarter after the eight bells of the first watch (midnight) I set the alarm for 6:00.  I didn't not know if I could sleep.  If I did so, whether I would wake.  Until 4:00... gah!  Gotta change that clock, after 5:00, though, I woke.  Rather chipper and rested.  I wanted to be up in time to get the trash and recycling rotated through and to the curb.  Should be able to do that, if I remember.

Dreams.  A few, I would guess.  Three, maybe four, but nothing remains other than the notion that I did dream.  And sleep was good.  Solid seeming.

Oh, I found my front door open the other day/night, after some waking or other.  I thought it very odd.  I checked the screen door behind it, but it was locked.  I checked all other windows and doors.  They were all closed and locked.  Hmm?  I don't know.  I really don't.  I remind you, I sit right in front of that door, and this room is not heated.  No vents, and the thick stone walls of the main house keep the warmth from passing into this room.  So, as easily as I can walk on frozen terrain, with or without snow, barefoot, that is, mostly, a gimmick.  I cannot handle just the open cold of winter.  When dinner arrives, about the only time I use that door, after the delivery, I close and lock that door.  And, being a bit of a... frightened and frightful recluse, I am tight with doors, windows, and all, being shut and locked.  I have never had that happen before in such a manner.  But I have mentioned, I do have ghosts.  Personal, not home bound, I think.  Rattling dishes in linen closets, lights turning on and off, and other things that are easily dismissed save over time.  No one was in this home, and the rest of the doors and windows, including the screen door past the open door, were quite secure.  Who knows.  Only bugs me about the possible draft making the furnace run longer and hotter.  A visitor stopped by and tried to rouse me.  I must have been well asleep.  I am sure he thought it as odd as I did... do.

Today?  Well, trash and recycling, of course.  Not much for trash, though more leaves will go.  But boxes.  More have come in, I didn't take the remnants from last time, so plenty there.  No room in the trash, with the leaves, but...  I'll do what I can once I wake.  Hopefully in an hour or two.  More coffee until then.  After that, a shower.  Mona is growing on me, once I got over the initial shock of having a beautiful lady watching me shower.  Her chaste visage, as it turns out, is actually heartening... once the creep factor was managed.  I may be bathing, soon enough, a time or two a week.  Due to some advice and testimonials from foam, in my last order I added a rack to stow things I now have on my tub surround... up so that a bath is easier (as is cleaning the tub).  I also ordered epsom salts and a small starter set of essential oils.  The next time I am in town I will buy a few pint, or half-pint jars.  And when it all arrives, I will mix and match, then start bathing.  I do need to soak a bit, feet mostly.  D-dang women types.  Not sure I trust em', even when they are right, if that doesn't always matter, isn't always necessary.  *grin*  Still, I'd like to get some bubble bath for once in a while.  Maybe a rubber ducky and some small matchbox vehicles.  I just can't go all feminine.  Frankincense?  Yep.  I'm curious about that one.

After the shower, and some time, I'll call my friend and see if he wants to get out.  Maybe even shooting if that is in his interest and matches the weather.  Dang kid is always on about shooting.  All good.  I want to get out too!  Might get some fresh air, a bit of sun, good company, and just some boys out doing as boys do.  Not a bad thing, mostly.  Just no rocks through the neighbors window.  It was an accident, but running away wasn't.  Yeah, I paid with my allowance... I think for a month.  Which was fine.  But after that, when I realized mistakes could be compensated, I didn't run when I did em' booboo.  Money is money, but it beats a bad conscience.

Now to wake.  Later.