Haven't seen that in a while.

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Nothing too fancy, unless you haven't seen it in a while.  The sun.  My day has been creeping to later in the day, my morning has been heading to noon and past actually.  I didn't get to bed until nearly 2:00 last night.  I wasn't expecting to wake until north of noon.  With the sun out I actually woke right around 7:00.  Yeah, it makes a difference.  The sun looks to be going back under the clouds.  Ah well.  I did put the sprouts in the sun, right when I woke, hoping to get them to green up a bit more.  I'll leave them in the possibility of light until noon, then cap them and put them away in the refrigerator.  They have done what they can do for growth and greening otherwise.

I did pickle the eggs, finally.  I did a bit of final research on pickled eggs.  Some say you have to refrigerate those.  Which doesn't match up with my knowledge at all.  So I looked at the debate.  It seems some people cut the vinegar with water, so... yeah.  I didn't cut the vinegar.  Still, I will, after pickling a jar of them, stick them in the fridge for ten days before putting them in the basement for storage.  Once pickled, I consider them safe at room temp, even when opened.  Your mileage may vary, but I was raised eating those at room temp, probably not refrigerated even during the pickling process.  I put up the mash, I like letting that cool down to as close to room temp as I have time and patience.  I just don't like heating up the fridge.  I didn't get to dishes though.  Just not enough battery life left when I finally finished those other things, and while I waited for the cooling.

Ah, my leaving, I have decided, might seem like a drama thing.  And, I can see why.  While, as when with women in the past, and let out that I would be going, it must seem like drama.  It takes a while for me to actually gear up and get out.  I start talking, or in this case writing, about it far in advance.  Fair warning, is all, and I am in the condition I am in.  It takes a while for me to shift direction, gain speed, and then sail away.  That's not drama, that's just how it works.  I haven't even quite slowed, in the ship analogy, to even quite begin turning.  It isn't that I am still making up my mind, it's more that it just takes a long time.  The decision has been made, it is merely a matter of getting all the ducks in a row, and starting from the start, I must slow the momentum that had carried me to this place and time.  Drama?  Please.  Drama would be disappearing in the night.  Which might end up happening, if the conditions get too stark, too fast.  Yeah, it's possible, just not preferable.

Dreams, again.  Big, bold, hard.  I don't remember enough to know if they were harsh, good, or other.  The only thing that comes to mind when I try to recall is the notion of a massive thunderstorm, or being in extremely heavy seas.  A bit bleak, but powerful, and perhaps beautiful in a terrible way.  I am almost sure I wish I could remember more.  Nightmares and struggles, with life and mind and will tested, are among my favorite dreams.  Especially if they hurt my feelings.  Those make me think, rethink, solidify, and possibly change or allow something for consideration on rare occasions.  Though, I suppose, just normal dreams can be interesting to contemplate.  More like finding patterns in a cracked window, spider web, or watching the sun come up... knowing no two will ever quite be exactly alike.  I was probably just a bit too tired to remember then recall.

A bit of messing today, with the kayak.  Dishes to do.  I'll wash them, then since they are pretty good, probably just wash them that once, rinse, then dry and put away.  I've been keeping up on dishes, and other things, fairly well, on top of hitting the new areas while cleaning.  It has been a good several months, as to activity and productivity.  I suppose I just needed the right kind of push.  Now I have it.