Saturday, May 28, 2016

Yeah, still kicking.

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As in alive.  I fell three hours short of a back-to-back pair of 48 hour runs with but nine hours sleep between.  Then again, that first "48" was more like 51 iirc, immss.  I slept nine hours "this last night" as well.  Could just be spring in the air?  The in the world, the sun and weather aren't behaving the part of spring, to my body's senses.  Yet my body KNOWS it's spring.  So... after waiting patiently, it sprung?  Don't know.  Could be.  Anyway, it'll sort out in time.

When waking, I really thought about not playing today.  Just working.  But... nah.  However, I am not going to let this wakefulness opportunity slip my grasp, either.  While I will play, I will also work.  Oh?  Don't believe?  Fie you away!  I've already started.  I cleared and cleaned the toilet, took dirty laundry back and started a load, I have set up to take a shower, I broke down the packages for my new tea and flour cloth kitchen towels and put those back to wash, I am soaking a few dishes which were missed in my usual (now) precleaning, and hoping to get to dishes later.  I've gone through my produce... lemons are done, onions and grapefruit remain to be "tested", apples were gone... tossing and sorting.  Oh, I need to get the basket catches hung, and buy small chain for that the next time I am in town.  It makes sorting fruits and veggies a lot easier.  So... yeah.

Now, that little physical assault on the cave has left me worn.  A shower, finishing that load of laundry, and maybe another, is probably it.  Though, maybe, later, a trip to town... or tomorrow.  Not bad, not bad at all for the living dead.  While some dogs could not hear the horn, and back from the hunt... and some dogs could not break free...  I have been a wonder dog, able to chase, and return, well beyond master and "peer".  Even I, though, must know when to let the fox slip the hunt.  Or... is it I who must give up my ghost to the hunt?  From time to time, I suppose, I have known each.  Today I am letting the fox slip.  The goal is no more than a 24 hour day.  *wink*

Later.

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