Back in the groove?

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Never can be certain.  I did do a soft wake at what I had thought was 6:34, only to begin my hard wake at 5:55.  Sometimes, even if the eyes can see clearly, the mind can't interpret the input.  The funny thing, as I start this post, it actually is 6:34.  Odd how... what is seen isn't always quite right, or wrong, just not how and when expected.

I fussed up there a bit, making jabs at getting started before remembering jerky.  Jerky is finished.  It is no better, if it does seem drier.  No better, from great, is fine by me.  Now to let it cool before bagging.  A bit of tea to begin the program.  Something, beside beef treebark for breakfast would be good... chia?  Sure.

I will get back upstairs when ready to work.  Doing what is possible until I can't.  That will be heavier effort, lots of boxes, moving a cot, slinging a larger table, setting up a chair, dancing with a big vacuum.  If I can get half, I'll be happy.  Still dark out there.  But, too, I have been pushing my body for a while now.  It has started to randomly fail, with or without cause.

I may trim whiskers before going back up.  It takes a while for chia to steep anyway.  I have pumpkin seeds to go in it.  I bet seeds and nuts would add to oats, too.  But I can't do oats.  They jack my diabetes.  Hmm...

It was 62° last night, upstairs.  It was 70° downstairs, and remains that down here, with the thermostat set at 68°.  Upstairs was up to 65°, which oddly seemed pretty warm.  Strange how that goes.  Oh, as to being burned out?  Maybe that IS a plan.  Keep your eyes as open as possible, kiddies.

Later.