Up early.

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I didn't end up going to bed until a quarter after midnight.  Later than hoped by a goodly bit.  I did set the alarms, but just turning them on?  I... must have forgotten to reset them back to six and eight.  Even so, I woke sometime in the mid sixth hour, being out of bed as if I had used all the snoozes, so right before seven.  Good enough.

With all the efforts failing yesterday, to do things, I am turning the furnace up this morning.  I didn't turn it off, yesterday, as initially proposed.  I feared it would be too cool this morning if I had.  And cool and cold weather, while I am comfortable with it, is the bane of work, effort, even mostly conscious thought.

Fed Sassy first thing, have the water heating for coffee shortly.  Food?  Yes, before too long.  A shower as well.  Hmm, and when I go to start the french press, I'll reset laundry right then and there.

Runny nose.  Must be a lot of pollen in the air.  Though, too, cool air can do that.  It's just at 35 out there, so... yes.  And I still have the upstairs windows open.  Fresh air, if it can singe the nose when cooler, or more cold, is worth it.  The house is collecting enough heat, during the day, to keep warmer even without the furnace.  A bit of a spring weather balance, currently.  Until summer moves in and takes over.

A dream.  Just... a little domestic life, with a little woman, and a little house, somewhere.  Not all rainbows and smiles.  But not all bad.  Women are at least as fussy as us.  Three times as peculiar though.  I might have two or three voices in my head, but they have a whole choir?  :p  Not complaining, just... comparing notes.  They don't even seem to notice.  Have them keep a diary of what they ask you?  Trust me, they... have no idea.  Until they see it in their own handwriting.  But... it's all good.  A... pleasant dream.  Mostly.  About as real as it gets, too.

Sleep was so very good.  Waking was rather easy, even being that cool.  I am beginning to favor my hurt knee.  And it is getting stronger for it.  Though, with the remainder of the scab, I'm using my sleeping mats to cushion it a bit.  But putting my whole weight on it to rise in the morning.

I have to look at my medicines twice, after putting them in my hand.  I had been taking three littler of my main pills, now taking one larger which would be the equivalent of four smaller ones.  But it looks so different.  I... have to count and recount, and remember.  A trick in the fog of morning, sometimes.  Having it with the dregs of tea from yesterday.  Some can't drink cold, old tea.  I... enjoy it, sometimes.  That white tea is worth writing home about.  And the chamomile is a very pleasant addition.

Well... on to setting up laundry, getting coffee brewing, and then waking and the web.  Oh, setting up food to start my day.  Good morning.