Can't argue with good sleep.

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Late, but then it was quite late to bed.  Not much pain, nothing great, only a few small areas and types.  All good.  A bit groggy but consciousness for the day was minted moments ago, rarely is it otherwise.  Plans are being formulated.  Wednesday?  It was Wednesday when I went to bed!  I'm getting ripped off?  No, actually I'm getting a two for one, sometimes more with naps.

I stayed up later and later, willing things done but with no more force of will than a bird's hatchling, chirping and squawking, without the strength to do anything.  As vision tunnels, that can become an insomniac trap.  For the most part I realized the error rather quickly and went on to bed.  A made bed, after showering, and with the ac and regular fan which had cooled the room to a glorious 46 F.  Oh, after the heat, or sense of it, that last was the most welcome... as a just heat-treated sword being drenched in water... wonderful.

I noticed the plants were looking a bit limp this morning.  Well greened and healthy otherwise, so while I wake I gave them a short shower, will leave them in the mild sauna space, then probably dose them better shortly with a longer shower... letting that first soften all in readiness for a deep soak.

I suppose I could begin laundry after the next watering, with plans to set up dishes afterward.  The only goal is to get the kitchen back in order and then begin in the front room.  I'm not up to hacking my way through two areas and types of work at once.  Plus, I have found, to the positive or opposite, whatever an area presents is compounded and the kitchen is true that way moreso than other rooms.  I am sure I will get to the front room yet this week, perhaps finishing it.

Still seems a bit warm.  I don't trust to turn the furnace down further.  I like having some breathing room should the furnace stop, and I am never sure about the temps near pipes.  Well, and I have seen some thermostats/furnaces stop functioning two degrees cooler.  I've seen that often enough I suspect it is, or was, some system limit, though whether a manufactured, practical, or mechanical limit I never learned.  Possibly a thing of the past, if this system is quite old.

What?  Right.  Chattering to be sure.  On to visits and what passes for news.  Good day.