I'm thinking not.

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I am hitting a wall.  Tired.  I got plenty done, but I think that is as much as I can do.  No shower, no dishes, no cream, no more laundry.  I'm going to crash, hard.  Am in the process of a hard crash.  Tired beyond my ability to get up and go to sleep, but working toward that.  All reserves are spent, have to rebuild just a bit.

Still?  I'm not unhappy about things.  I did a good job, great job.  Especially as odd as sleep has been, and pushing recently.  I am getting things done.  Doing well.  Enjoying the work.  Just... at some point, I am falling down.  I will enjoy the sleep.  Won't remember it, necessarily.  But that is fine.

I'll take a shower when I get up.  The put dishes in, and laundry out.  I'll see from there.  Goodnight.