I just can't work today.

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It did cloud over, I noticed as I awoke.  An hour ago?  Maybe.  Not sure, clouds can come and go quickly, in this heat.  Or potential heat.  But they looked fairly potent.  Still, a weather system can pass through in minutes, it seems, if it's small enough and the wind is heavy.  I doubt it, but... I only looked in one direction, so not sure if it was a skyful or just to the east/southeast.

Too tired.  I keep pushing to go.  I simply haven't been able to get going.  Sleepy, but not sleepy enough to actually go back to sleep now.  Tired as well, if not exhausted?  I think that is how I would describe it.  The work yesterday wore me out, and that remains.  But I don't have the deep, death-like sense of lack of energy which makes me wonder if death is around the corner.  Well, he is, he just isn't ready to ring the bell for me.  Bastard.

My mother called.  Her heart, probably, checks out.  He cleared her, in any case, to reschedule her appointment for surgery.  She went through an ekg, I think, and a echocardiogram.  The latter hasn't been processed yet.  But, from all else, she was given a clean bill of heart health.  At least there is that.  Probably just stress.  It can happen to worst of us.

I had also hoped to get in to town, to deposit checks.  But that just didn't happen either.  Sleep was good, I think, mostly.  I did redo my shave.  I had missed a few light patches.  I think I am improving.  Last month I purchased a variable safety razor.  It is definitely a bit more aggressive, even at the lower settings, than my starter shaver.  Oddly, being that much more wickedly... close... I shave much more carefully.  

I... understood almost immediately that I was working with a dangerous thing, far more dangerous than my first.  I thank God I started with my first one, it was much more forgiving.  It was, truly, a trainer.  I'll keep it, in case I go without shaving for a while.  I can step back through the skill progression with it, then back to this new razor.  Wow is it... sharp.

Even so, I am still learning how to shave more completely.  Sometimes I do better, other times I miss spots.  The patches I miss aren't completely missed, and are becoming more of a thing where the angles and whisker directions cause some difficulty.  Improving, but... I only need to shave a few times a week, so I don't get to improve quickly.  Shaving any more is really hard on my face.  Even twice a week is pretty harsh.  But, damn, almost baby butt smooth.  I'm not completely convinced that is truly possible... though... I... don't actually know how smooth a baby's butt is, and would rather keep it that way.  Still, I... have to guess a mother would be concerned if her baby's butt felt anything like my shaved face.  Looks?  Hey, I was born ugly.  Can't do much about that.

While sleeping, I was trying to sort out a term.  The additional part, at the end of a word, added to a root, to change the meaning.  Perhaps, say -al, to addition, or -ty, to difficult.  Suffix?  I'll... figure it out shortly.  It was... off-topic, to my dream, whatever I was dreaming.  But became the whole of the dream as I was going crazy trying to remember.  As well, the word for additions to root words, added to the beginning of the work, perhaps like be, in begin?  Or bi, in bipedal... that one for sure.  I'll... sort that shortly, now that the torment from the dream has come to my waking mind.  I now can't remember what the main of the dream was truly about!  A conversation, in which I was trying to be clever, then tripped on my own brain.

Later.