Down, so hard and fast I barely saw it arriving.

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All good. It means I used what energy resources I had available, perhaps then some.  All dishes, save that one small odd-size batch, are done and away.  Well, some need stored more properly, and will be today.  No shower but didn't want to go to bed with wet hair and wasn't going to be able to make it awake long enough.  I have a hair dryer, for when one or another female type was here.  When crashing loud noises are multiply annoying and are already a nuisance.  I could have done laundry but the mind begins closing doors automatically.  Some reasonable options get lost in the psychic sunset.

I do believe I will change sheets, set the laundry to fluff while I shower, then fold or hang laundry before my two hour (roughly) wake period.  Then I'll be right to hitting the kitchen when I officially kick off the day.  I have all of today and half of tomorrow to make the kitchen and bathroom presentable.  Then I can do cooking.  Still want to put together tortillas and else.  And, perhaps, scones using buttermilk from clotted cream plus the clotted cream itself.  How many, these days, can say they have tried such, how fewer can suggest they had such by making their own?  I much prefer made at home from as fresh and raw as possible.

I really get the feeling, again, that I might be onto something.  My schedule may remain too shifty for regular employment, but with my waking time, I may be able to begin using it far more productively.  The downside is I will now feel every bump in the road.  Every ache, pain, fever will be plain to see and feel.  Worth it?  To me?  Yeah.  I am mostly used to pain, even refusing all but three painpills when my ribs were cracked.  I hated the feel of that as I do the fog.  I'll take pain and truth over lies and seeming painlessness any day.  There are limits, they just won't be found in the area were fog is lifting.  Aspirin should handle minor occasional excesses.

Well, on to the day.