Crashing.

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It's a pleasant crash.  There are good and bad ones.  This one is as perfect as one could have.  Now, crashing mind you, isn't a choice.  And, even when pleasant, isn't something that would be chosen if that were possible.  This is just due to it being summer, and warm, hot really.  I suspect diabetes and such are in pretty good control.

Oh, and the dive isn't so steep.  It's more of a falling feather than bowling ball.  No great speed of collapse, no great thud.  It is happening, and it will be done shortly.  But there is time to turn off all the knobs and switches, take medicine, reset some things, and then climb in to bed as if it was planned.  A bit early, but that's fine.  Maybe I can be awake earlier into the cool of the morning.  Or not.  Might just sleep a bit longer.

Fuzzy summer logic just doesn't mean much.  At least it isn't terrible, melting, red hot.  Sleep well yourselves.  Good night.