On to bed.

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Did I mention my dreams?  Too late, for one (or one series).  The other dream was about harvesting.  Driving a tractor, all day.  Some carrot colored plant, or flower?  I... never did quite figure out what it was I was cutting, with a machine picking the plants up and putting them into a hopper.

In my dream, I drove all day, harvesting, at a slow steady pace.  Boring as heck.  But, in the dream, that was my job.  It was a terrible dream.  I have always been curious about the job.  I... guess... not so much now.  No, it makes me even more respectful of farmers, ranchers, and the like.  The cab was cooled, so there was that, and obviously covered.  But just going a few miles an hour, staying in a straight row, turning at the right moment, bored out of my gourd.  I don't know how they do it!

Anyway...  I did get a couple of loads of laundry washed and dried, with one last load drying tonight as I go on to bed.  I should have been to bed earlier, just... got lost in the night.  Oh well.  It was too late to get the rabbits going, again.  Dark.  I'll do it tomorrow.  A few more matings, and hopefully, this time?  Who knows.  Will find out.

Dishes, tomorrow, first thing.  And, maybe, another load of laundry.  As well, a shower.  I have been having one every few days.  I still can't believe how... clean I remain.  Even a few days of not showering, but more when it was weeks.  Very... strange.  I think of the incorruptibles.  I tell you, it is not... normal.  I will take it, and gladly.  There have been times when I have gotten a bit... off.  But that is rare.  Usually I remain quite, strangely, clean.

Anyway... on to bed.  Goodnight.