Hmm? Oh, awake.

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Just awake, if also not quite awake.  Waking?  Never can be certain, but I think so.

Down sometime after six.  Ten minutes?  Two hours?  I... don't know that.  Awake at about 16:30, give or take ten.  What with putting compression socks on, and getting otherwise dressed.  It might have been very quick, or... a while.  I can never quite tell.  All I know is sometimes all that happens in, like... literal moments.  Other days it takes ten minutes just to get compression socks on.

My mothers always used to bitch about me being slow.  I always thought they were stuffed.  Not with dads.  Just... stuffed.  But, over time, I realize there are times when molasses in December is faster if one had to bet.  I... never understood.  I didn't see it, until recently, for myself.  Now?  I am pleased... to have so entertained them that they raged.  *grins*  Of course, one thing I am certain about, any attempt at whipping slows everything down the more, until smiles fucking return!  I

can

always

go

slower.

Always.  So don't whip the lad in hopes of speed.  Incentivize.  Food, extra allowance, extra time with my gal of the moment.  But don't whip.  I helped all of my mothers understand.  While I didn't, then, see the slowness.  I certainly knew how to peg the gears down a notch or three.  *wink*

Anyway...  Up.  But, really, within ten minutes of my suggested.  And a bit quicker today.  Dressed, hair combed... for as good as bedhead will allow for the moment.  May wet it when I wash up in a bit.  Face and hands, needed or not, in mornings.  Sometimes evenings if I am not simply collapsing.

I have been keeping the thermostat to 72.  Which, on some days, is too cold.  In pjs.  But when I dress proper, it is too warm.  Since I am dressing more rightly, daily as it has cooled enough, I may back that down to 70.  Just wear a jacket if it gets too cool on a particular day.  With compression socks, regular socks, pants, t or other shirt, I am usually almost too warm.  So... yeah.  Might save a few bucks too.  And, if that becomes... stays... too warm?  Turn it to 68.

As mentioned, I would turn it lower, but I don't trust the electric/furnace.  If they click off, it could get very cold, fairly quickly.  The 68 to 72 mark gives me more time to sort problems and get that going, or for electricity to come back on before it gets too cold.  The stone holds heat, well.  But for only just so long.  

Gaming.  Going better.  But they changed everything, and not favorably.  Some skills, talents, abilities, that I really liked, are simply gone.  Everything has been dulled.  They suggest some of it will be made up through advanced game equipment, but that looks more random, stupid.  I really don't like the changes.  Definitely won't up for the paid dlc that is coming... or probably out now.  Their paid, fake, and gay cheerleaders won't sway me.  May they choke on their woke "successes".  Still, I may, finally, finish the game?  Or just tinker.  Doesn't really matter, at this point.  Maybe I did finish it before?  Not sure.  Wasn't... important enough to really log into longer term memory.

I best write up a contract myself.  Don't think it will be coming from the other direction.  As well, a subcontract.  If I die, within two years, everything goes to my brother.  To sort, sell, as he sees fit.  All contracts are null and void if I die within two years.  Call it... an insurance policy.  Been feeling odd, out of the blue.  Don't like that, don't trust it.  I won't have what little future might be left to me stolen for a few dollars more or less.

If you feel headwind, dangerous swirls and things?  Fight like hell, this way and that.  No one is on your side, save you.  And even then, cautiously.  You... can easily become your own worst enemy.  Be careful out there, keep your head on a swivel, your heart in God's hands, and your will at His command.  Amen.