Up, late.

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Oh, I woke early, first.  Couldn't pull that train.  Back to bed.  Then I woke up on time.  Still couldn't do much about it, but take notes.  Something about "heck no!".  So dark, even at 8:00, if I saw it right.  Out at 10:00.  I hurt just a bit.  I really hurt earlier.  Sometimes that will keep me in bed, sometimes not.  I don't think it added to the problem this morning.  It was simply too dark.  And I was too tired yet.  I may take a few anicin.  I'd like to do some work.  That might not be possible without shaking these waking pains.  Normally I would let this low of a level of pain just go, and work around it.  But I am intent on getting work done, so will push, pull, take a few pain killers, and focus.

Dishes and laundry, plus trash.  That is the bare minimum today.  I would also like to hit the living room as extra.  Just clear an area, line up the electrical so as to be able to plug the power supply into a grounded outlet... which I need to check.  It's an old house, never can be sure... but need to be darned certain when tinkering with expensive components that are sensitive.  The power supply is supposed to be in tomorrow.  But I won't be ready by then.  However, I should be well enough along that I might be able to at least get the power supply arranged, and set the rest of the kit up around the area so as to start Saturday or Monday.

Dreams.  Just little ones.  Nothing stayed.  Entertaining, like pixies darting around in the air, livening the imagination, bringing a smile to the face as the thought that magic might be real.  I remember so little, only being well and truly entertained.  On to the day, I suppose.  Coffee, a bit of time waking, then... what I can, when I can.  Good day.