The idea was good.

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Work, food, cleanliness... bleh.  I am simply done.  It is 20 to 3:00.  I have made stabs and making jabs, only to pretty much fall down, doing nothing but taking a stroll in the process.  I go, I see, I set down before I fall down.  It's not quite that bad, if the idea is there.  Sometimes it is because I am physically tired, sometimes it is because my mind cannot hold focus long enough to see an effort go forth.  Yeah, I am hungry.  Something would be good.  Nothing is all that easy to make.  Hmm, pickled pork hocks aren't food, even sardines are better.  I have one pack of sardines, no crackers.  Milk, hocks, and then back to bed I suspect.

Maybe tomorrow I can get to something.  While I won't be making it to noon, I might be able to wake before noon, so have the afternoon ready for work?  I can't seem to sleep or stay awake on a regular basis.  It's just how it goes for now.  Hmm... if I am awake later in the afternoon, I might be able to make it in for crackers, two or even three boxes... plus a plenty stack of sardines and a few other minor things.  I sure have learned to love fresh fruit again.  Just an apple, perhaps grapes, even if slightly out of season they add a simple snack that is easy to put out, clean after, and double up if just one bit isn't quite enough.  Go fancy?  Just slice and add peanut butter.

Not sure why?  Still too cool for those of us who sleep the winters?  Too dark, for a similar reason?  Don't know.  I'll keep planning, and taking shots even if it seems to be that I am aiming at the moon.  Time for a nap or a full sleep.  Still might look for something easy and fast... right, hocks... and a glass of milk.  Sounds horrible but it really isn't.  Later or see you in the morning or early afternoon or... sometime.