Yeah, burned out a bit.

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Late to bed, late to wake.  The work and the dark are getting to me.  No major problems, I stumbled across the line into weekend.  A weekend I'm going to abuse.  Already did.  Took a shower right off, before waking.  Then I vacuumed the living room.  I'm not going to mess with assembling the living room until after the kayak gets work, if that does go forward.  I do plan to at least restore some of the living room, so as to hit the kitchen and etc. areas Monday, again.  It looks like I am overbooking again, but so be it.  I'll rest when I can.  I just want some things done, and I want the living room and kitchen back, at least enough that I don't feel so squished into too small of a fish bowl.  I'll rest when I'm dead, I guess.

Hard dreams.  When I ramp up to become this tight, it's hard to hurt my feelings.  These dreams did.  Love that.  At least when I am ramped up.  Gives me nitrous boost.  Sure, something could blow.  But the way the gig is rigged, I'd probably never see it.  *Ka-Bluey!*  Some dame will be standing off to the side, shouting, "Do it again, daddy!"  Bitch.  Part of why I like em', so I don't care. 

Hmm?  Yeah, probably woke with my 12... 13... 14? (yeah, my feet are getting bigger, I think I'm in a growing spell again, maybe) boot on the pedal.  Dreams, partly, rest day yesterday, frustration with yesterday, and prep for ripping and tearing on things today have got my engine stoked right from the start.  I hadn't even awaken before I watched my old porcine dead corpse hopping out of the shower like it knew what it was doing. 

With the return of the gps, I went ahead and ordered a few other things on my list.  A medicine guide, that includes herbals and such, a professional one; some more kit for the water and boat including a an earth screw anchor, hand strengtheners starting at about where my hands are now, running up to 250 squeeze, for now; moleskin that was the best price I have seen around; a six-pack of small potent deet sprays, and a few other things.  Oh, a couple of jars of pickled pork feet.  I figure if I have several jars of pork and eggs, I can have a jar of treats available every other month.  Six, set up or bought, will last a year.  Even dogs get treats, you know.

Well... A cup of coffee as I wait for a call, one way or the other.  And then figure things out from there.  Oh, and yeah, for what it is worth, I have watered and drained the sprouts, and set them where they can get whatever sun might be available today.  Should be done tomorrow.