A good night of sleep.

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Closer to an actual night.  Awake at midnight, then midnight thirty.  Tried to sleep more, giving up at 00:48.  Opening up, upstairs.  These days I don't worry about whether it will be cool enough to be worth it.  Tonight it turns out it was 58 out there already.  Keeping the house partly unlidded when I go to sleep, all I really need to do is open the front door to get some  cooling in.

It was 70/72 upstairs, 75/76 downstairs, and 77 still near the computer.  Very strange, if you ask me, that this computer corner, and my sleep corner, are the warmest areas in the house, with or without anything cooling or heating.  At least in the summer.  We'll see, in the winter.  Though, this front room for sure is colder in the winter.  Save this area, compared to the rest of this room.

Well, back to the list.  A trim, a shower, dishes, and laundry.  Then, if possible, into the bathroom... some cleaning.  And, then, maybe counters.  It's the plan.  A bunch of new and new/old videos popped.  I'll have to try to... curate them, into a... story.  *grins*  A woman, or women, teasing.  Offering what they no more offer, in truth, than I can more than laugh at, or rebuff.  

I see no women, with any interest.  And, even if I saw such a woman, in America, at this point, I would probably have to reject her.  Most American women are ruinous.  They might just want love, but they have become as ticks.  Just... the truth.  We can, I suppose, be friends from a distance.  Ask or expect no more.  I'll... think about putting that together.  It was a music bombing, was chaotic.  Wonderful, in some ways.  But... even if fully rejected, the idea is always pleasant.

Oh... on with it.  Medicine down, the last of yesterday's.  I'll have to remember to get the next lot in in, say, six hours.  Then, try to remember to finish the last of today's medicine around bedtime.  It's just, at around bedtime, memory goes to shit.  Just remember to go to bed, at bedtime, is half a trick.  Still, I'll... try.  Good morning, night, day, or... whatever the hell it is.