Such sleep.

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I could have waken earlier.  I wanted more sleep.  It is rare that I can purposefully oversleep and get away with it.  Sometimes I have no choice, actually usually I have no choice, one way or the other.  This was willful, and so rare.  While it may seem that I enjoy sleeping, the truth is I despise it.  Which, I think, help leads me to troubles with sleep.  It's not just health, it's... attitude.  It's been that way since I was quite young.  Once every four to six months I get to choose though.  And, once in every four to six of those times I choose this way.

I know I have been dreaming.  I remember dreaming of family life in Greely, or speaking with various foster siblings when they were younger but as if I was an adult, flying around the globe was in there.  Nothing is sticking, more than general ideas.  When I sleep long and when I nap, it seems to be a season of dreams.  All have been pretty good, as I am able to recall.  Not that I mind nightmares, there simply haven't been any.

Tonight the goal is to hit the dishes, finish them, find any others available and do those.  Then hit the stove and the counters beside it.  With the dishes at rinse stage, this shouldn't be a problem.  There aren't that many remaining dishes, so that shouldn't be a problem either.  As to the counters, that won't be all that bad, might even be able to wrangle through all the counters, and table too if I can sort that quickly enough.

As well, I would like to do some work in the main bedroom.  I just want to start getting that back into the mix.  While the spare bedroom is fine, as the world heats up I will be needing the ac, and that is pretty much limited to the main bedroom.  I can use a couple of fans to swing cool air around the corner, but it's... not the best.  Plus, when that is done I hope to begin hitting the en suit.  Like her or not, always, mother is correct.  Plus, it would just be nice to have that done.  With the bedroom clean, if I need help I will feel more comfortable having someone in to do some of the work... if that might be incentive for me to figure it out on my own.

I am, possibly next month, going to begin ordering the last parts I want for that bathroom.  I still haven't figured out shelving.  I just know I would like plank-like shelves rather than a basin bureau.  I still haven't sourced such a thing.  Due to the weight of, say, a real 2 1/2 foot by 4 inch plank, it will most likely be a mock-up of some sort.  Well, weight and expense.  To mock up the wood to appear as a solid piece is the trick, using even plywood.  I intend to paint it a shiny black.  I just need it to be able to be made very smooth.  It will have to hold the weight of a sink, when full of water, plus faucet and normal toiletries... and the weight of me, should I lean on it.  But that shouldn't be a problem.  I suspect, the right brackets at each stud, with 3" wood screws, and the thing would allow me to nap on it.

Yes, yes, promises promises.  But what was holding me back, if a little thing, I may have sorted... a drain for the floor.  Actually, probably, just a larger shower type drain, fitted down into the flooring, sunk in somehow... two if I feel the need.  I will still want to go down below and connect that to the drain, properly, but that isn't too much of an issue.  Yes, that was nagging me... and yet I wouldn't investigate.  It's... a thing.  It happens.

What?  Oh, right.  I best be on to waking, then working.  Good day... and night.