A good night of sleep.

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Dreams, again.  Someone from Missouri, traveling to see the "stars" in Hollywood.  Not in these days, in the 50's or 60's.  As the dream ended, they were just stopping at a place to stay, in New Mexico.  A dusty place.  A bigger city, if it sure didn't look it.  Back when America thought well, or... at least didn't think of Hollywood as the enemy.

Oh, the pillow was ready.  Two clean, fresh, fluffed pillows.  What a wonderful night.  No aches, this morning.  I was warm most of the night.  The last few hours, though, I had kicked blankets off, and couldn't figure out how to get them arranged back perfectly.  So it was warm, but with cold spots.  Ugh.

I woke several times, while trying to wake up for the day.  I thought I had read, earlier, 05:55.  But... that must have been a cross-reference memory of yesterday, which is when I did wake yesterday.  For, when I finally woke and was getting out, I checked, and it was still just 05:48.  Funny how those things work.

Pill medicines have been taken.  Breakfast is brewing, or the water is heating for it anyway.  Could call that brewing, but I prefer to think of a brew as something with more than water.  At the least tea.  So, will stick with water warming, after consideration.  A shower, too, before long.  Oh.  I... really enjoy those.  

There have been times in my life where even showers weren't available.  If possible, sits type baths.  But even those weren't always possible.  Sometimes you just learned to stink, and deal with it.  Would at least try for the pits, all of them, cleaned with sand if nothing else.  I have gone long times without western conveniences.  Longer than I even now miss out.  But when I can, I do.  And I surely love showers.  Would love a bath from time to time, but those are too much fuss for me now?  Hmm... if I can get a bit more going, I may try to do a full bath a time or two a week.  Probably just a luxury.  But... I don't mind some luxury.

Wow.  No ache, no pain, warm, not hungry if I feel the actual need to eat.  Mostly awake, not more than a slight morning fog of mind.  Hmm.  Not sure I can do much yet.  The meds, or their effects, are still keeping me down.  But... I may begin crawling out of the grave I have been marinating in for a while.  Check.

Yea, breakfast, a bit of a break to let that digest.  A shower.  Resetting waterers.  Chores.  Litter and cat feeding.  Then... another break, or two in there.  Then to dishes, laundry, and some business?  Then boxes?  Getting close.  If I can get some of those done, I'll be closer to the others.  It'll be a bit of a hike, but I'll knock two or three things out, for sure.  Almost for sure.  Still learning to walk, if it least it doesn't hurt, burn, or go wonky from time to time.  Later.

Oh, a... strange visitor... seer?  Someone.

And... someone actually putting two and eight and .257 and pi together?

*wink*  Just stories, until they aren't.  Unless, of course, they are.  Which... of course.  They are.  Only one question about any story.  Either you know or you don't.  As I have written, I am not a writer.  I do write, but I don't.  For your part, either you accept, or you do not.  Not my itch.