Some notions are either good omens or the sign of end times.

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I think, think I say now... I think this time it's a good omen.  I woke fast and sharp, right at between seven and eight hours of sleep.  The waking was crisp, as it really should be given the right nutrition, reasonable health, a reason to live, and things to do... plus a few other macro and micro needs and wants, I suspect.  As I was waking, my mind suggested I was full of piss and vinegar, and here to chew bubble gum and kick ass.

As I voided a quart, I realized I was out of bubble gum... which means I am down to being full of vinegar and about to kick some ass.  See?  Either a good omen or we are all about to die, screaming and on fire, as the earth might even be diverted off it's track, and either into the sun, the moon, or out into the cold dark of space.  In any case, I would like to do a few things that will ensure I have food, whatever else might happen.  So buckle up.

First thing?  Breakfast.  I really do need something something.  Eggs, bacon, maybe a potato, baked then fried.  Yeah... I know.  Or I could try that... ketocana?  It is pricey, but seems to work... if I skip other carbs *cough* potatoes *cough*.  And, when it is out, I'll see about a brother brother stuff.  I keep meaning to check it out.  Yeah, I have to stop with the carbs.  Anyway...  Now, I will give myself a bit of time to wake.  It's... routine.  I don't want to stagnate the umph though.

I believe I will begin the work inside.  Being both dark and probably a bit chill outdoors, at the moment, I'll do the dishes, to completion I believe, then hit the counters and stove again.  During a rest after that, I'll read over the range manual as to how to clean the oven part.  Oh, and I'll clear out the bathroom sink.  I'll try to make that one step.

Next?  Probably more indoor work, until outside warms.  That might not be until 10:00~12:00.  Next I would like to set up the worm bin, and transfer the worms right then.  I may add mulch if the paper top layer I have doesn't seem to be enough.  I will probably need to add peat moss as well.  I will feed them, again, while at it.  Though, I have to admit, keeping up on their feeding is proving... more challenging than I anticipated.  I need to find screen material, then cut out the inner part of a lid, and finally hot-glue the screen on to keep flies and the like at bay.  If that all falls together fast enough, I'd then like to set up two or three loads of laundry, sorted rightly, and started.

Once that is done, the outside can be checked.  If it is warm enough, a check on the weeds in all areas, and a removal of sod.  I will also check on what has been planted.  I will also run a hose over.  If that goes as quickly as recent experience has indicated, I will then assemble a hose tender, and reel on hoses.  It's not yet time to set up watering, but this will make that a go when it is time.  Oh, a break after each of these work paragraphs... assuming I get, and can get, that far... at whatever speed.

If I do something else, it will be to begin putting in a new drain in the bathroom sink.  The goal is to do it in one swell swoop.  If I do, I will review the old drain assembly.  If it is still, actually, mostly, in working order, I will clean it out, figure out what parts I might need to make it whole... for the en suite bathroom... get on assembling any parts while wrapping what I have... once cleaned... and setting it in with the other parts and pieces I have for the en suit.

Oh, a shower after breakfast, and at the end of the day, perhaps, I might get in my bath?  Eventually.  It's sort of a carrot, if it's seeming more like a mirage.  If I have anything after all that?  An hour or two in the main bedroom.  Who knows.

It's not really... reverse psychology?  I'm not trying to prove the notion wrong.  Actually some of it is true, all of it depending on the day.  It's, just... there are exceptions to the rule?  Or... I just... like something about it.  Hey, it's never been the problem, between myself and women.  Besides, they are going to, and have to, believe what they like.  It... just... tickles the dark cockles of my hard heart and formerly black soul. *grins*  Well, and... bewbs.  Later.