A nap.

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I made it past 13:00, but just stumbled over that hour.  Still feeling burned from yesterday.  I set the alarm for three hours, more as a backstop generally, but today hoping even that would be enough.  It was cool enough for me to nap with the fans, how I have the cave rigged windowwise, and possibly a bit of overcast.  I never did really feel as if I slept.  I think I did... one of those drifting things.  Just not feeling the best in such a way that doing is not in the cards.  Not so much an emotional feeling as a flawed body thing.

I dreamed of having created a design for a pack/hammock combination.  Can't remember how it worked, but seemed pretty swell in the dream.  Able to handle pack, sleeping, and rigged just how I liked it for a number of uses and conveniences.  Woolen, strong, could be slung with little or much gear.  Not really for the ultralight packer/camper, more for the real woodsman.  Hmm, why was I wearing a kilt?  Can't remember the tartan, though I think it was plain heather brown?

When the alarm went off, I just turned it off.  And rolled to consider.  Before even getting back into sleep position, I had decided to wake... after... a bit of thinking.  This time it wasn't two hours of thought, just a few moments.  Just enough to gather strength to push up, then kick out.  I post just after settling a few affairs, eating a few grapes, and after browsing blogs a bit.  Still not awake, still with a slight sting of feeling cooked, but awake and a bit better. 

I'll try to wake a bit, then get to some things.  No promises.  Ah... medicine.  I bet I missed that the last few days?  Yeah, if, again, I am never sure if that is cause or effect, though it can be either, sometimes both.  It's how vortexes do, sometimes.  I'll get those soon.  Later.