Ugh, sleep is nuts.

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I'm on a permanent shift change, for now.  Probably until everything sorts itself out.  All good though, really.  Health is better, sleep is just tumbling.  It's enjoyable on the one hand, a bit disorienting on the other.  Even so, I have been able to do bits and pieces of this and that.  I did set the dishes to a soak after a shower last night, then reset them a few hours ago when I woke.  And, yes, I made it to town for a meal.

They put cheese and pickles on the burger which itself was the oldest burger I have gotten from McDonalds in a long time, the fries tasted like fish and I only got a medium order instead of the large (which turns out to be a blessing as they were nearly inedible), and the Mcnuggets...  I couldn't tell if those were fish or chicken.  Still, the Mcnuggets saved the meal, for the most part.  Mild enough, whatever they were, that it worked.  That McDonalds (the only joint open that late at night, so not a choice mind you) started offering breakfast all hours.  I think that means they are running out of regular food quickly (why I didn't get the burger I ordered, couldn't afford the stock to make it fresh, or the fries as they run out), and are using the fryer for too many things.  I suppose, if that is where their market is, then that is the way it goes.  I'll just not be eating there at night anymore.  It's a free market, or at least for now.  But free means I don't have to buy.

I've got the timer set for two hours, at least I set it at that when I reset the dishes.  I'll check them then.  I did dry and put up a few things right after wetting them, other things I wanted to soak, and will double check as I dry them.  It's just how I prefer to do dishes.  I may put a small load of laundry in.  Pj's, warm robe, and such, are becoming less a luxury or occasional item as fall flirts with winter in the lead up to the changing of that guard.  I like winter, and yet I am learning to negotiate with it more on my terms.  All good.  But robes and fleece pj's are required and I don't have many of those.  And my lip has a hole in it, sometimes.  No milk mustache, though sometimes a white goatee.  :p  Dang kids.

I might get in to the living room before too awful long, and get more done there.  It's closer.  Much closer.  Though I am not as far along into the rest of the room as I thought I might be by now.  Tumbling sleep throws things a bit off.  While I have been doing more work, it isn't as focused on what I wanted, and ends up being just here, there, hit, and miss.  Oh well.  Hmm... If I am a good boy, I may go out later for a treat.  This time, though, I may go into the restaurant, since they are actually open, and make sure they get it right.  I think, on a Friday late night, they think they are cooking for drunks, on top of it.  Something seemed off in there, too.  Not sure what the problem was.

Later.