Bedtime?

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Maybe a nap.  I don't know what will happen.  I didn't get to anything more save reading a couple, perhaps even three or four, short stories.  I'll take medicine as I crash, brush and floss.  I gave the girls a treat.  Today dinner was hot dogs, offered apologetically.  More so since they were a little overdone.  I love those, sometimes, especially when overdone!  The alfalfa is about done, but I figured a spot of that in with some ketchup would work.  And it did.  The bean sprouts should be good for a couple more days.  I'll finish the mush off with it tomorrow, or when I wake.  Plus strawberries, watermelon, and potato salad done the way I like.  It felt like a picnic.  Nice.  Even if I altered the memory with alfalfa.  From now on, I'll probably just do a teaspoon of seed, not two.  But I won't make that every week.  With bean sprouts, two or three tablespoons is required.  They just don't increase in volume all that much.  Every other time, every other week, one type or the other.  Just enough to have a week supply of each type per month... if the rest of that didn't make sense.

Tired, recovering from trying to hurdle my sleep schedule.  Even if I hadn't failed, this would have hurt.  It's just a bit worse that I failed on top of spilling.  The price of success is high, always was.  So too failure, just without that stupid grin I get when I win and as I collapse.  As I said, no worries.  Did my best, it just wasn't good enough.  I'm not going to push time, just effort.  But I have run out of time for a while.  Hoping for a nap, but what it is is what it will be.  The weather closed back in.  I don't think it has rained, but I was too asleep earlier to have heard it.  Normally I might be aware of pitters and patters.  I smile in my sleep when I hear that.

I'll keep the plan in place, until I can check some things off the list.  If my weeks go as sideways as day and night, I'll just... keep going as I can, figuring it all out on the fly.  I am almost sure, until the heat hits hard, that I can figure my way back into the saddle.  I will have troubles, from time to time.  It's just the way it goes.  If I can wake at the right time, I would like to try to do the 7.4 mile(?) hike tomorrow.  Working out I can do, technically, any time.  Hiking needs to be between dawn and dusk, well within those.  And that hike is going to take a while.  I suspect three to four hours the first time.  Perhaps I can wear that down to two hours in time, then add weight and get it back to two hours again.  Though, until I run it, and find out just how steep it is, I won't know for sure.  Tomorrow, I hope.

Good night, perhaps.