A bit harsh.

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Not sure why.  I slept well.  Not long, but very well.  No more dreams of "plush", but that was... good enough for a bit.  Too much dreaming is tough on a lad, even if he can avoid acting on it.  Estrogen, it... is like sand.  It gets EVERYWHERE!  :p

My mother called.  I called her the other day.  She called yesterday, but quickly hung up, before I could answer.  I... don't call her back when she does that anymore.  If she wants to talk, she can.  Or not.  I stay on the phone, when calling her, until it goes to messaging.  I don't play games, not even with her.  Talk, not, meh.  She stayed on the line this time.

It seems warmer?  I have two windows, upstairs, cracked open.  And, it was just 36 outside at ten.  The upstairs is staying warmer, 57 to 58.  With no windows open, it was down to 51 around these temps.  With one open, it was about 54 to 55.  Odd.  And, it is staying warmer downstairs.  Mostly.

It is getting later.  Best get a shower, dressed.  Get to an inspection, for registration and taxes.  Ugh.  And a lunch somewhere?  No, food prices at fast food have gone crazy.  A coffee as I get ready to go.

Having some difficulty getting enough air.  Seeing stars?  I don't know.  Maybe just need more sleep.  Bleh.  Hoping it warms up.  Would like to do some tinkering on the bike, check the oil, figure out how to check the battery, find out what kind is in there.  And how to hook up a battery tender to it.  Ugh.  But, more if it warms up... or I figure out how to get the Mr. Buddy working...  Maybe both.

A shower.  Brush my teeth.  Some coffee.  And to it.  Later.