Already awake.

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I woke sometime within the last hour.  I did look at the clock.  If it had eyes it would have looked back.  Just because I am awake doesn't mean my memory is.  Who could forget what time they woke?  *raises hand*  If I am really tired I can forget almost anything.  If I have no vital, time demand, functions chores or places to be, moments of forgetfulness can be a blessing.  Bliss and ignorance and all that.  This morning, while I couldn't be absolutely sure, I was pretty sure this was the case.  I'm still not absolutely sure.  I am ignorant and probably will be until life sneaks back up on me and clobbers me with reality.  Until then, though... bliss.

I'm not in a hurry about that which I do know.  The cave could sure take some work.  But this isn't the type of knowledge that disturbs my morn or mind.  As with the poor, house work will be with us as long as houses are.  I have, perhaps, half a load of dishes, maybe a load of laundry, food prep... if I get to making tortilla dough yet today I was thinking cheese and onion quesadillas.  Nothing fancy, just a tasty warm gooey works while waking or a snack while resting.  A few poached eggs and some salsa on top wouldn't be too bad, just not required if I am not up to it.

Now, I am making serious headway into various areas.  The boxes out was a big thing.  My continued encroachment on clutter beside has already been amazing.  Keeping up with dishes while continuing to cook, for the most part, has been helpful on two fronts... an army, even a cleaner army of one, crawls on it's stomach and neatness lends to more cooking, thus more crawly.  Everywhere, little bits are being done.  It seems as if I am solitary grasshopper in the Savannah, but that is what it is.  I'll never clear it, but if I can push enough away to see and live less congested, that will have to do.

Three dreams last night.
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In the first, I was traveling with two women, an aunt and a cousin.  Real ones, two of the more... sophisticated dames in my family.  You may well know what I am talking about.  We were headed to the North West US.  Maine?  Mass?  Rhode Island?  Something like that.  We were to meet with my mother.  Health issues, and that is where she was.  Road trip, as one of the ladies had an issue with flying and health.  Actually I was enjoying it immensely.  The company of a couple of true ladies, without the... difficulties of... sexuality?  Something like that...  Without that, and yet with some serious familiarity, and family ties that allows for even more and safely, was a gas.  Dames, grand dames, can be wonderful company.  Anyway, my mother had arrived where she was in a medical flight, so didn't have her wardrobe.  We avowed ourselves to purchase a number of outfits for her on our way.  We each had veto power, and such.  We ended up doing quite well for her.  The hope was to entice her to get out, when we arrived.  And it worked.  That was that.  While some of the clothes were just daily wear, some of it was more formal, think the old proper Easter attire.  I didn't think that would be fun but it actually was.  Plus... some payback for her having dressed me funny as a kid.  I'd show you pictures but I don't.  That is a future I already know doesn't happen.
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Another dream was of wild animals, and what they think of us.  I could understand their thoughts.  Now, there are some general notions of humans by animals.  There are also specifics.  If the animal, say a lion, is the top of his food circle, then there is some disgust that we, as such weak seeming creatures, can terrify them.  They don't fully understand.  If they, to their minds, since they are vegan, don't really fit into a food circle being too big to be easily taken, then they have disgust that we are among their sole hunters, and yet seem so weak compared to other hunters.  And if they are the smallest, and are always at risk, they fuss that we could have anything and yet still sometimes choose them.  It was interesting to hear, dreamwise, some of the various things they thought.  Littering, by the way, bugged many of them.  They couldn't really understand how we could possibly carry so much that we could throw so much away!  It was interesting.
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The last dream was a dream debate.  Or, really, a debate in a dream.  Someone suggested that the state government should be adhered with, supported, and obeyed.  So I asked, if the state, then more so the federal government?  There were problems with that, and the feds had caused major problems with this man's heritage.  Well, no, he suggested.  I had to remind him that the state only existed under the auspices of an allowance by the federal government.  Well, so, he suggested?  Well, if the states very existence is dependent on the fed, and you demand allegiance and obedience to the state, then you, by proxy, require obedience to the fed.  He tried to plug three or four times, for him being right without the incumbent furthering of his suggestion.  He never allowed what I suggested, though I wasn't sure if he as acquiesced to the truth or was simply going to ignore reality, save his version of it.  He simply stopped discussing the matter.
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Back to figuring out the day.  Well, waking up before even that.  While I might have hit everything possible and such, I really have no idea what I am talking about... writing... quite yet.  It'll hit me before long or I'll end up back in bed, if I see my shadow?  If I don't?  I can't remember.  Good morning either, any, way.