A shower.

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I had actually gone on to bed.  My inability to focus meant it was twenty after midnight.  I was just settling in, when a second wind came upon me and I was able to... think.  I really wanted a shower, it was making it past the exhaustion, then staying up to let the hair dry.  I started thinking it was possible, but sleep was right there!  I so wanted to sleep!

But, no.  Not with the ability to function.  I wanted a shower more.  And was willing to try to suffer through the hour or two to dry off.  And, so it goes.  The shower was fantastic.  And, I have decided, going commando doesn't work as well as it initially seemed.  Under shorts to be warn, changed as often as I can think of it, and... just suffer.  Acidity should be in decline as well.

If I can, while letting my hair dry, I will set up dishes.  I still want another shower tomorrow.  Showering daily doesn't even help with the acidity, at least when I was drinking the most, not even two showers a day... which is a bit much for it's own purposes.  Yes, dishes, just two smaller loads.  If I am not ready to wash them again, first thing, I'll just dump them and shower.

A bit of internet surfing, then maybe some gaming, perhaps with dishes in there somewhere... or not.  Then to bed.  It is still an earlier bedtime, after a shorter day?  I think so.  I may be able to be up around dawn, give a few hours possibly.  To the post office, it is hoped.  Then just some dishes, another load of laundry, and perhaps some work in the bathroom.  Oh, and food... cooking... if it works out.  I think so.  Things are looking, and going, up.

Later, or good night.