Thank heavens.

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It's both January and the first.  I didn't realize the point on the calendar before going to bed.  Woke to several pops and a cacophony, mostly of women.  That could be either celebratory or... what happens after someone gets shot.  It's how they do, especially in flocks.  Then a bunch of bangs.

It was time to wake, so I did.  Then a consideration of what to do.  I hadn't seen... anything.  I decided to simply look, in a way I wouldn't be backlit.  Excuse me for knowing a few things.  Nothing.  No one.  No activity or sound at all.  Then, I really started thinking fireworks, but couldn't figure out why.  As is per usual, as I returned to the living room, my eyes tasted the electronic calendar... ahha.

All good.  I am all but sure, had there been a shooting, police would be there, and an ambulance by now.  So, no.  No problems.  They just woke me in time to celebrate the new year.  *grins*  I don't stress over things, only figure them out, dealing with what must be dealt with, living with what must be endured.  Or just getting a chuckle out of events.  Cheers!  Don't lose an eye having fun.  But do enjoy.

Never did get to work.  Couldn't eat a whole chicken thigh either.  I stayed awake until mid afternoon, hoping to figure some work out.  It just wouldn't happen.  I finally, after stretching six or more hours beyond a natural bedtime, hit the wall so hard I put my skeleton from the waist up out of whack sleeping like a log.

I'll push several things through, right after waking fully.  Laundry folding, dishes, and a shower, right away.  Well after a couple hours.  I may need to sleep after that.  If so, it'll probably just be a nap, after which I can hit folding and more dishes right after.  Yeah, I think so.  I'd like to collect boxes and maybe get going in the kitchen.  Yeah.  I'll get there.  Oh, right, my fast starts today, lasting to Friday.  Bleh.  I had just started grousing around mentally for breakfast.  Cold tea it is!  Bleh, if I haven't said it.




Later.