Floods of dreams.

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In the last two weeks nearly every night has been filled with dreams.  Some are remembered slightly into the morning, if not long enough to write.  It seems as I am awake more often in dreams than I am asleep.  Yes, I think that adds to being tired when I wake.  Maybe not, it does seem a truth.

Awake, dressed in case an attempt to install some of the components can happen.  As well, I think some food will be grilled.  Oh, I best turn the heat up just a bit.  It is getting cooler, even getting cold sometimes, but not bitterly chill yet.  Some winters, to me, here, never go bitter.  Coming from a place were wet as it can be, -40 and worse not being uncommon, and with heavy and high winds as normal events, this valley, which cuts the wind and is usually dry, is easy even as my bones age.  Well, and I prefer the cold, not just marginally.  The weather was not one of my complaints with Iowa, well not winter weather.  Got to admit though, if strangely, as health improves I am becoming more susceptible to cold, if less susceptible to heat.  I would guess my whole comfort zone slid twenty degrees to the right.

I might be able to get the plow attached, perhaps all items.  The big jobs, removing the mower deck and connecting the plow to the harness... with one finished prospects look good.  Only that attaching could end up beyond a one-man job.  First, a bite to eat then letting that settle.  Well, and warming with the house.

With this done, I can sleep.  If I can shovel I will.  If not or in a hurry, the plow or snowblower, depending on the type of snow.  Not sure how well this will work.  Being 24 horse power make some difference, if it is still more hobby than industrial.  Next year I'll get a trailer for it, maybe a seeder and aerator too.  If you have it might as well more fully use it.  I did find out how to change the oil and air filter, which should be done this weeek.  Not sur about the fuel filter, I'll look for that today.  Ugh.

On to lunch, later.