Not bad.

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I made it to past 17:00, nearly 18:00, then crashed like a biker into a full cement truck.  I always wondered how mothers developed sight in the back of their heads.  Mine are welcome, for not doubts I played a large part in that for them.  Not a hate thing, at all, just the costs of life, if with a bit of a tickle... up until it was my turn.  I then woke in the midnight range.

I'm not doing much.  Can't do much.  I hope I can click in and latch down, catching the day and hanging on for a bit.  That would be nice.  When you are past your time so far that miracles no longer explain it, though, I suppose sometimes you just have to take it as it arrives, do what you can, and enjoy as possible.

Supper was in.  Soup.  I added bone broth too it, some salt, some red pepper flecks, micro'ed the lot, and... nice.  Oh, I added cream.  It can be a really nice addition.  To think, for so many years I missed out on soup because I thought I didn't like it.  Just broth is amazing with a few minor touches.

I am hoping to... do something today.  What?  What what?  I don't know.  I have some plans, but I don't want to jinx them.  Maybe a bit, maybe a lot, though I might fall flat, again.  I'll keep trying.  Later.