Yeah, days and nights are in a twist.

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Every time I push like that, days and nights simply have to adjust by themselves.  If I was still camping, the chatter and music would help me figure things out.  Here at home there simply isn't enough outside stimulus.  Then again, I couldn't take that much stimulus for long.  I'd eventually sneak away.  Generally, for a week and maybe as long as a month, I could handle... people.  Longer than that and I would find a quiet place, of mind if that is all that was available, of body at the first physical chance minus having to damage someone to get it.  Unless I am extremely ill, then it simply doesn't matter.  That year in the hospital I was mostly sleeping.  Couldn't get enough sleepppp!

I did get the ice chests in.  I emptied the water out of both, and saved the last of the ice.  I put that in the smaller cooler and then put that in the freezer.  I emptied the big one and am letting it air dry a bit.  The big one still had at least half of the ice I had put in, a third of that had gone to water.  Not bad, given that it had been in the auto or in direct hot sun from day one, that it hadn't been full to the brim with ice, that there was a dry box in there (a thick styrofoam container, what they send insulin in) and a metal steamer tray.  The metal one was used for butter, mayo, cukes, bottles of salad dressing, and such, while the styrofoam one was used for lettuce and carrots.  So, it was far from full of ice, if I did finish packing it with ice when I got to Snowflake.

I also pulled my pack in.  Those are the three heaviest, and bulkiest, items.  The rest should be easy.  I didn't put my tent up, officially.  It will be easy to take up stairs, leaving it open, draping it over a few things until it is ready for proper storage.  I try to brush off, then air dry a bit, all of my gear... even if it didn't rain or collect dew.  Really, not too much else to unloading.  Oh, I suppose the water has some weight to it.  Five gallon jugs are about forty pounds, but that is child's play.  Cleaned before, and clean water, so I'll just keep them as is.  The rest is pretty much mild fluff.  I did leave a jacket, one of my favorites.  I'll have to think about how to get that back.

I'll try, today, to give a call.  I just want them to know I am good, that they weren't part of any problem, that I'm just a twit sometimes.  Wrong or right, as I mentioned, I have to do what I believe I should do.  And I do it.  I call my girls big babies, when they are being churlish, childish, or such, but tell them they are just fine for it.  It makes them part of the club.  Not a great thing, always.  Just nothing to worry too much about.  We all go there.  But, if they wish to blame something, I'll take that hit.  I still think it was reasoned, given my givens.  I just don't always expect to be understood, don't feel that explaining would help, and am a little different anyway.  I should be able to finish unpacking tonight.  I want the Xter to be ready to fit the boat when she arrives.  Hmm... I may keep the ground cloth tarp out, as a safer place upon which to inflate the boat.  It'll work for now, if I need a larger, or a smaller tarp would work, I might get another.  But for now, this one will work.

I am feeling a good deal better.  Still a bit stiff and sore, but I won't let that hold me up.  Something else I may do is look for my dry bags, and put a couple of sets of clothing in those, and an extra pair of boots, and begin gearing up a pack for river and lake runs.  Camping gear too, from fire to cook to line to... you know.  I really am looking forward to getting out.  Hmm... I might even try to talk my friend... ol' one leg... into going for an easy row.  Perhaps the fellow heart problem friend.  I doubt if they will go, but who knows.  Just something different for them.  This boat will fit all three, if I can heard those cats in.  Dang kids.  Yeah... out, gotta get out. 

Later.