Well, okay, there might be that.

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As soon as I finished that post this morning, it hit.  Not as bad as in the evenings, in most ways.  But the exhaustion that came with it was overwhelming.  Back to bed, no real choice.  I did feel pretty rough on top of it, if that seemed mostly like a light dusty of the evening events.  No need for a painkiller, or small handful.  Just sleep.  Dreams, all through the nap.  The last one was just an odd thing.  I thought I had gotten back up.  And perhaps used the restroom.  But had decided to go back to bed.  And I may have done that, but not this time.  In the dream I had left the bedroom door open.  Something jumped on the bed, Sam or Sassy I figured.  Then walked on me and cuddled into the blankets.  Now, it seemed odd right there.  Sassy will jump on the bed, and will cuddle me, but will not walk on me.  Sam sneaks onto the bed, but will walk on me, though almost never cuddles under the blankets near me.  Still, at that point, I thought it was just a bit of an anomaly.  Finally, as I was actually waking, I went to pet Sam.  No Sam, no cat, and the door was still quite closed.  But so very real seeming.  Love those little odd dreams myself.  So long as I don't think a week has gone by and and that I have done business or work that I haven't, and have to figure things out.  I have dreamed months into the future to wake confused.  So real, too real.  This one gave me a clue but my sleeping mind was too tired to pick up on it.

I do feel better after the nap.  I had hoped to get to some things today, but that isn't looking probable.  As little as I have been doing, it is a lot for my condition.  I think I really do need to rest.  No heavy lifting, no pushing, no long list of chores.  Especially since I may have something going four days in a row coming up, three of them for sure on consecutive days.  Out and about, some with decent drives involved and half days out there.  I'm not sure what this illness is.  I can work through it, if need be.  If too far from home, if it hits too hard, I will just find a place to room for overnight or at least to get the sleep craved, so while not convenient, it isn't beyond my ability.  Of course, it might cause a cancellation if I don't do things just right, or maybe even so as I have seen.  I've never been sick quite like this before.  Not sure what it is.  It really isn't the flu, viral or such.  So I'm thinking it's internal.  No, I haven't started the new stuff yet.  Waiting for whatever it is to pass so that I have a clean slate from which to compare.  So... just a tumble of some sort.  A weird one though.

Oh, something else I did this month...  I have been pushing finances a bit.  Possibly in celebration of something.  However...  I have been trying to purchase a few more magazines for one of my pistols for a very long time.  I would order, and the order would be placed on backorder until it died an unnatural death of business forgetfulness, and perhaps lack of supply.  I have ordered these things many times, three at least, before this.  I wasn't sure this time, but since it seemed as if they were in stock, I ordered them.  The order seemed to be going through, but... it often did in the past.  A week or a month of no-show and then I'd get an email saying they were in back-order status.  They arrived yesterday!  Someone asked me, with a rifle having 30-round mags at my disposal, why I have a pistol and want four to six sticks of juice for a pistol.  Apparently some people don't understand that having a loaded rifle in most states is highly illegal, and generally not necessary.  Both are generally true where I live, to my knowledge.  Now, if things break down, sure.  But they haven't, to my knowledge.  Like I pay that close of attention these days, but just from what I gather I think it's reasonable here, now, for me.  Since I wouldn't be in trouble by shooting a pistol, but would be in hot water for having and using a rifle (save in some very particular circumstances, and having to explain that), I'll have .45 and 9 mm sticks.  Two of which, of my favorite flavor, hold 32 rounds, plus the one in the tube.  My backup flavor sticks hold 60 rounds per two sticks, plus one in the tube.  Good to go.  If I have to reload, it'll be on the way to my rifles and still making every shot count.  :p

Hmm... today then?  Not a lot.  Maybe another bath.  Just to get everything going, kick off moisturizing a bit more solidly.  I don't mind at all smelling like an evergreen.  Camouflage, dontcha know?  Of the body?  At least of the soul, or spirit!  Look ma, I'm a tree!  :)  Oh, but something I noticed, is those claw marks in my palm are still there.  They are fresh for a while, fade, then come back.  I still don't remember doing that in my sleep, and yes, sometimes I can.  Especially when I try to track something odd I seem to do while all, or mostly, asleep.  Not this one.  And I have been keeping my fingernails extra short, to try to prevent the damage.  I may have to begin bandaging my hand, or fingertips, to keep myself from digging that, the left only, palm.  Not sure what is up with that.  Never mind.  Maybe moisturizing baths will help that heal up, along with bandages to keep that from causing more damage.  Crazy, baby.

Later.