Finally clawed my way out.

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I woke, the first time, at midnight thirty.  Fifty?  Twenty.  Something.  Small change, too, or not.  But I couldn't, and didn't want, to wake.  Oh, well, some of me wanted to get up, and at least open up the house.  But it just wasn't going to happen, so I didn't want to set there, for an hour, internally discussing it.  Since I could just rise and do, back to sleep.

It was and remained 75/77 upstairs.  A bit stuff, but the fans and ac helped give a sense of a better feel.  Mostly.  Up, finally, at four.  On the spot.  I opened the upstairs up, set the big fan to go, turned the rest off.  Then, downstairs, set up the big fan, and the little fans, have everything going save one fan that I alternate.  Hmm... will probably turn off the smaller fans when I go on to bed.  To give them a break.

Dreams.  Erotic.  Not just one woman.  Not from any real set of lovers, but from one of the times when I had three or four available, and more from time to time.  Yes, it happened a few times.  Doesn't work for long because, really, it just doesn't work.  Not for long.  I suppose if you had more money, maybe you could juggle a half dozen women?  Oh, I... never did it on the sly.  They knew.

Thunder?  Sure sounded like it.  With the fan, and it not repeating, I just can't be sure.  Oh... you could hope He would strike me dead.  He seems to do anything BUT allow me to die.  So, no, that... wouldn't be it.  Besides, if it's my time, I will gladly go.  I can't lose that so-called karma curse, or bet, you place upon my head!  You can, though.  Be careful for that which you wish.  Often what is desired upon another is what is received.  Just... saying.

It's rough.  The heat is getting to me.  Even if I can cool it fairly well, for most of the day, when it gets over 80, or really over 76, I begin to fail.  More quickly than slowly the higher it goes.  It just wears my body down.  I imagine it is what salmon feel like the closer they get to their spawn point.  More so if they go back down the river to the sea again.  I feel like a mass of bruises, filled with exhaustion.  Lungs burn.  Muscles are tired.  Joints ache.

But, I won't let those things stop me.  I might not be able to do a whole lot more.  I can do bits more, each day.  Now, what about today?  The last of the dishes, if just from yesterday.  Hitting the counters and cupboards, maybe the kitchen table.  And the boxes and pieces and parts in the living room?  Sure.  As much as I can do.  Maybe a shower in there.  Oh, and if I can remember, taking down the metal bed frames in the downstairs bedrooms.

I would also like to get the sprinklers and hoses set up for tonight.

Add on eating, litter boxes, feeding and watering Sassy, and that should be enough of a start for the day.  Though, maybe, I could set up the bug spray.  I have a powder.  And one of those plastic fill and hand pump sprayers.  I'd like to spray around the doors and windows, and around the perimeter upstairs.  I don't, as a general rule, get buts upstairs.  But, you find, if you spray elsewhere, bugs will be looking for a safer place to be.

As the house clears up downstairs, I could see putting Sassy in a safe place for a few days, and spraying the heck out of here.  As well, some stuff for the carpeting.  It might not be as potent as the professional stuff, but it is safer to use and work with, and far less expensive.  Though, strangely, this year is shy on bugs.  Oh, there are some, but not like usual.  Maybe just a bad year for them?  All good.  But, still, I would like to spray.

Medicine in.  Water is probably heated, and ready.  Just a fatted coffee, to start.  Hoping to wake up a bit better.  Not... exactly... moving fast, well, or with any great impulse.  Hoping for a lot more or I'll just go on back to sleep for a while.  No reason to be awake if I am just going to sit here.  Later.

Oh, right.  There was a post from earlier which seems not to have posted.  I put it out, again, or finally.  Bleh.