A good sleep.

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Up at 10:30.  It is 72 outside, inside, upstairs and down?  Very strange, but yes.

I'll get to chores shortly.  And, while doing them, check the clothes.  Should be dry.  Then again, humidity is up to 47%.  It had looked fully overcast when I first woke, but that seems to have cleared?  Then again, maybe I had only looked to the east?  Anyway, the southwest sure looks clear.

Chores and clothes are the first shot.  Then I'd like to hit dishes, and get a shower before resetting those to a soak, soapy or clear as required.  I'll most likely just work on the upstairs today, as I get going.  I won't cement the dip in the drive, rain seems too possible.  I'll wait until I don't get the sense that rain is right around the corner... or could be.  My weather sense is off, but... not completely.  Very strange things are happening, regarding weather.

Oh, fatted coffee before I get going all too far.  I'll have something more to eat a bit later.  Just not all that hungry.  I get hungry in the evening, if I get hungry.  Heat is a good hunger suppressant.  Though letting hunger go too long can be a problem too.  So... I really need to tend it a bit.  Out of control hunger will lead to bad eating, at best.  I would guess, the few bear attacks out of the blue, are from bears who could use a bear sized Snickers.  That sort of rage comes from the hollow dark places of flesh.  This I know.  And have mentioned, in ways, before.

Anyway...  On to the fatted coffee... love the speed of the internet magic.  And to thinking as I wake.  Mourning doves are cooing like crazy.  I do enjoy them.