Well? Mostly.

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I have said eighteen hour days.  And, sometimes.  Though I think it was more like sixteen hour days.  My bad.  Sometimes I just get the numbers wrong, add incorrectly... or subtract or sich, other times I'm just not seeing perfectly clearly.  Still, the... it's usually in the ballpark.  At least as I understand or see things.  I did do an eighteen hour days yesterday.  Though, untypically as of late, I slept ten hours last night.  Hmm... wait, miscounting again.  Down at 2:00, up initially at 8:00, then back down for two more, waking at 10:00.  Actually, just eight hours of sleep?  Okay, I feel better.  I don't like waking that late, but when I am pressing that hard, and it is still only eight down, I guess it's okay.  See what I mean?  Easy to get messed on the numbers, without clearly thinking every little detail.

Whaught?  I don't know.  Just saying, correcting errors.  Mostly just for me.  Though, just in case one of you is paying really close attention to details... there you go.  I hope that remedies things for you.  What, Precious, is "whaught"?  Ah, well, that is either ye olde timey "what", or Doom spooftalk.  I initially spelled it with an "o", but that didn't seem right.  If that helps you discern?  Scoot, on this topic, for now.


Kit arrived for arboring affairs.  I am well pleased.  Knees, elbows, hands, and forearms protected in various ways needed.  Along with a heavyweight shirt, helm with face screen, and jeanns, that should be good for high-tower lumberjacking.  Now to get the rope work down.  I need to make a few loops/hoops of tubular nylon lengths, for secondary tie-ins... especially as I start out.  Yes, Doom is becoming a cat, or again.  I'm just trying to avoid the necessity of fire trucks or ambulances if at all possible.  *wink*  I have many enemies.  Perhaps, just maybe, all I have is enemies, in some senses.  Just some enemies find me more necessary than others.  *blink blink*

Loveryly day.  Dark, could or did rain?  Cool.  Just my style.  I need a shower, then... I don't know!?!  I want to do more, not sure it is available.  Until I can escape this roller coaster love affair with the game I am sort of stuck being stuck.  For me it is as close to a job as I can get.  When younger, I was just as obsessive about my work.  Believe me.  I turned heads because I made the world spin if that was given to me as a task.  Some men do things, some things truly make while doing.  It isn't supposed to be able to happen, straw to gold, mountains moved, rivers relocated.  I still can, sometimes.  Retired, as noted, but... not done.  Not my call.  Still, for now, I am moving the changes to the world within a digital media.  It kept me from a long hard sleep.  But there is a price.

I suppose there is a reason to... well... A turncoat devil's advocate is bound to have bad blood on both sides?  *grins*

Good day.