A reasonable sleep.

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I would rather return to eight hour sleeps.  Six hours, as to function after, was better until my health couldn't bear the brunt.  Winter seems to demand, usually, a few more hours, to ten or twelve, when as always sleep is possible to regulate.  Still ten hours beats three to five down with three to ten up.  Every day can be as three, with each dragging on for little eternities on top of that.  Just a taste.

Awake at 20:00.

Not all bad.  There are advantages to such a way.  If you ever find yourself in little forevers figure how to capitalize.  Trust me, of mind and soul you can advance at least what you lose of flesh, heart?  Sad the fools who waste it all in the simple.  Further, they will, can, never be true.  Pure indoctrination, in any direction, isn't a path to truth.  There had best be more than mind or memory.  Whole mind, HEART, and SOUL, or it's not enough.

Today?  Trash has to go.  Out and to the curb.  I'd like to hit the toilet and floor in there.  Then any last bits in the kitchen, plus extra... to make the kitchen a good spot better than before.  Clearing the tabletop and opening more of the back nook.  After that, if there is more energy for work, then three things in the front room... boxes from there upstairs, the computer desk together (new one), and perhaps the lovseat cleaned and put out there.  Perhaps a nap some time around what could become the halfway mark.


If I complete the kitchen, front room, bathroom, hallways including tools, and laundry area - surfaces, floors, clutter, and all - in the next two weeks or less?  Chocolate cake.

Yes, the bed was made and morning prayers offered.  Until this wake I have been so off I couldn't tell morning from night from "noon nap".  So prayers were all more like evening prayers.  As to prayers?  Right, here.  I still don't get it all.  Though I expect when of Zen, I... probably had a similar set of skills, or much more closely than what is currently possessed.  Meditation eh?

Well, hmm.  I'll leave it there.  Later.