Good sleep, intense dreams.

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My sleep has been just about perfect.  Perhaps long by an hour off my eight hour general goal, but that is to be expected, at least by me.  I am more surprised I am not hitting twelve or fourteen hour cycles, rather than the eight and an half to ten hour sleeps.  Waking fresh and good, if still sore and stiff.  Less poorly each day.  Which means hiking may be on tomorrow, along with shopping.  I want to check my pack first, though, tonight.  I want to be healthy, back into trim, enough so that when the boat arrives, I can open it up, pump it up, and sort out how to gear it.  I won't be taking her out until the extra seats arrive, at least.  I still want to check what all is suggested for standard kit on a kayak/canoe.  Probably an anchor and mudstick... another sort of anchor for shallow water, would be handy.  I want to find my flotation vest, neoprene johns, and wet boots, if I don't absolutely need those to start.  I don't know what else would be basically needed/wanted, from a ulitity/safety standpoint.

Dreams.  Serious dreams.  Not hard, not terrible.  Warnings.  I won't share these anymore.  How serious I take them?  Considering all, at this point, pretty seriously.  Just for me.  Several different themes.  On the good side, I have already started taking the advice... before the dreams.  One of the recent ones is complicated.  It is, put in a general way, suggesting that I can have my cake and eat it too, but only if I learn to tip toe on a highwire, while juggling... and juggling around my legs as I tip toe along the windswept line... at night.  Oh, I know that sounds impossible.  Trust me, for me?  It's not.  It just means I have to pay a little closer attention.  Doubt as you wish.  While I, and none, can live like that successfully... I can definitely learn to focus like an old god, before they knew what they really were anyway, for a short while.  The only question is will I, if I think I should go through the trouble, and whether it might not work anyway.  The last of those is irrelevant to my purposes, only something for others to contemplate.  Of course, that is what makes viewing such acts enjoyable... to some.  So, I must decide, for myself, if I should.  Then get to it.  Actually, I will begin prepping for that anyway, the real question is if I should include another, personally, in the show or not.  You all are at a great, impossible, distance.  This one would not be.  And seeing, far more than reading, is believing.

Ah... today?  Hmm...  I believe the last of the unpacking, a bit of laundry, and dishes.  I may also begin tearing into the cave.  Sorting, storing, tossing, straightening.  Beside hiking, gearing the kayak, taking my friend shooting, I am hoping to have the living room broken down, vacuumed, and steam vacuumed by the end of the week.  The end of next week, at the latest, if I hit some walls.  No, boys and girls, there is no rest for the wicked.  And I am a very bad boy.  According to the world.  And in truth, if not the false truth of the world.  Penance and Christ, work and prayer, I will find my way to wisdom and salvation.  It starts, often, with the simple, the humble, the mundane... if in my case right over my own nearly dead body.  Lets see if, as a healers, I can indeed, like my strongest brother, heal myself. 

Coffee should be ready.  Coffee!!!  Later.