Well, working out.

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Down around 17:00.  Twenty after or before, though, I... my mind was melting by then.  It was one or the other.  I tried to hammer it into memory.  But when that far gone, to do that well is a... bit of a trick.  Waking at 3:40 or so.  Which is as it is wanted.

The goal is to make it to five wakeups, then try to hold it there.  And, get to eight hour sleeps, which means 21:00, or really 20:00 bedtimes.  Anything disturbs that, assuming I am able to hold, and I'll be off again, chasing the day.  That is my lot.  A dreadful thing.

Should be able to be awake for business calls, arrangements, and such, later this morning.  I'll call the bank, see what I can do on the phone.  And, probably, arrange a meeting as may well be necessary for tomorrow or when that would be available by their scheduling.  May even consider a loan through my main bank.  Who knows, these days.

As well, I need to contact the VA and get some arrangements there.  And cancel the eye exam while keeping the prescription appointment.  I'm always nervous about what they do, how they do it.  I just need glasses.  I don't think they could, or would, help about me going blind.  They'd just watch.  And what they put in my eyes?  I honestly don't trust medical, at all, at this point.  They only have themselves to blame.  They have all become medical angels of death, just with the "vaccines".  If they pushed it, and knew, and most knew or didn't care?  And in every field.  You don't get a pass for pushing it either ignorantly or knowingly.  Forcibly experimenting on the weak of mind, will, those financially against, if too the willingly obedient.  The ones who will get on the rail cars, and force others onto it as well.

Hate?  No.  I pray for them.  That they turn around before they end up in hell for a few dollars more.  Better to be forced out the profession, than to just go along.  Amen.

Coffee!  A shower before long.  Some medicantism on the wound on my leg.  Laundry and dishes.  I think today is the day to begin digging in.  A bit of a zombie still, but... push.  I will push, hard, long, I'll... get digging back into things.  And, check about a rider, again.  Heard nothing back.  I know, I ask a lot of my friends, and at the most inconvenient times.  While distrusting.  Bastard?  Yes, but... I could be the best bastard friend you've never liked.  Even kill, or die, for you.  If... it's time, needed, right.

On to... a bit of browsing.  While I do coffee, oh and medicine.  Then to the chores, duties, and such.  It's 40 out there, but could drop a few to six, even ten, degrees by slightly after dawn.  Good morning.

Oh... but... she has been... saying something.  I... finally decided to... listen.

Just... a story, of course.  An interesting one.  Too late.  I have places to go, things to do.  No time for toying with... toys.  Have to find a real woman.  Not a grown girl, or a crone.  Cruel?  You had your chance for that.  My turn.

Nothing personal.  Just business.  Though, as I may have mentioned... all business is personal.  Be well.