Almost 6:00?

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Ah, right.  WITH daylight savings, yes.  Still, the way sleep is off, that... might not be all bad.

To get to bed, after having had a few hours earlier, and to sleep as needed, when needed, perhaps it will all work out.  I'll set the alarms as usual.  Not sure I can or will wake, but... there is hope.  Today is not a work day.  I would like to do dishes, finish them possibly.  As well, a load or two of laundry.  I really like the towels hung out to dry.  They aren't nearly as soft, but absorbency goes through the roof.  And I like the scratching... like a scratch pad for a furless bear.

Someone is... being odd with the music they are introducing.  Some of it I get, some of it... I've said before, I'm... not weird squared, just... odd.  And, a good woman puts much of that to bed.  *grins*  But, someone hit the nail on the head, getting what happened earlier.  A post with songs from a couple years ago?  Something.  It is interesting how it works.  But, when they are viewing posts, before I write a particular post... but they don't show.  They almost have to know, beforehand, what I will be writing.  It must take an hour or two for whatever someone sees to show through, sometimes longer.

If it was a particular incident, perhaps like tonight, lets say they were involved.  The problem is, the incidents, thoughts, are dreams, aren't... possible for them to have known.  I have told no one, and am just writing about it in the present.  So, for them to have caught the notion several hours before?  And, yeah, it is... particularly poignant, for one or several of the songs, or whole theme.  They nailed it tonight.

Later.  Actually, good morning, day, and... night.