Late, late, late.

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To bed late to start.  I wasn't home until nearly 21:00.  Anything after the dealership?  I don't think so, but it was such a long dreary day I can't be certain.  Past 21:00?  It was a bit after midnight before I could sleep.  With things to do, I reset the alarm to more practical hours, to ensure wakefulness.  I reset them back to 3:00 and 5:00 when I woke.  I am going to push that.

A shower first.  No need to shave.  I had thought things had changed since the Navy.  Not so much.  Shaving every other day is excessive, every third or fourth day and I  would usually pass most inspections, unless a marine gunny pulled inspection if that was more just to be a prick.  Fair enough, we took our shots when we got them.

I best feed everyone.  The tribes are getting restless.  I didn't feed and water the ducks last night, the second time.  That is a gift, not absolutely necessary, so no worry.  Teeth brushed, oh, best take meds.  It's been three weeks, more, I think, of perfect attention? I thought I had missed several doses, but after checking it was never the case.  I have started taking my medication earlier in the afternoon, that leads to sleepyhead confusion as I crash.

I best get going.  Later.