Not quite rough.

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I tried to sleep earlier last night.  No dice.  I could not get to sleep.  The inner clock just, well, it's off.  I haven't found a sure way of resetting it.  Bedtime has crept to about 3:00.  So, getting up earlier just wasn't in the cards.  Generally, like it or not, I sleep six to eight hours.  When I am pushing things, and I am, eight becomes an absolute minimum, and that isn't guaranteed.  Sleep, when pushing, can often become more like eight to twelve hours.  It has.  Today I was able to wake at the nine hour mark, all give or take.  The body is sore, from muscles to the back and joints being just a bit out.  All good, but I need to get to the post office, and they close at noon.  I'll try to push it tomorrow, somehow.  Ugh.  Thankfully it hasn't morphed into full-blown insomnia... yet.

As for today, and going hiking?  I just don't know.  Basically, I just woke up.  I'll have some coffee, do a bit of tinkering if I can, and think about it all.  The hope is to get out, over the ache.  Push as much as I can this week, until the weekend, then take the weekend down other than packing for the trip.  I might even try to get the heavier stuff in Friday, so as to just have the fussy packing to do over the weekend.  Even if I don't go today, I am pushing... and as profoundly as I am able.  Still, I would like to get out today, tomorrow, and maybe one other day.  I have some shopping left.  With the new cooler kit, along with the others, I will be taking vegetables.  Just romain lettuce and things like that.  I may have figured out how to keep those both dry and fresh, without freezing or becoming waterlogged.  Want to experiment.  I'm not much of a veggie eater, but crisp lettuce and tomato on a hamburger can be good, or a true blt can be nice.  And who can say no to fresh, crisp, cukes after a hot day?

Steaks, libations, and a few other things are needed from the stores.  I best start sorting, washing, and laying up clothing for the week, too.  Gah!  I never really know what to take!  I really need to get more experience camping.  But this is social camping, so it is good to have something that isn't just bare minimum too.  While I may not be chasing any of the hens, it's good to hear them cluck once in a while anyway.  And who knows, if I can run a little faster, I wouldn't mind dancing this time, a time or two.  Damn but women are pretty things.  A smile and whirl, even of the most platonic sorts, can be fun.  The only way I can, in good conscious, love them and leave them these days.  *grins*  Mostly.  Oh, all platonic.  Just not the only way to skin that cat.  *wink*

("Well!  I've NEVER!"  And you ain't gonna, sister, not with me.  Though I suspect you want to!  Scoot loverly pussycat.  "Hrumph!"  Yea, I knows it.  *wink* )

Hmm... yeah... coffee...  Coffee?  Coffee!!!  Later.