Good enough, for now.

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To bed at 21:00, up at five, give or take on each.  I'd like to push that back an hour.  I keep getting stuck on something, and end up staying up a bit later to try and solve something.  Always something else.  Though, if it's a small thing, I always think it will take minutes, not an hour or three.  I need to just go on to bed when... I know I should.  Still, not terrible, just not... as I would have it.

the last three nights, so it has gone.  Or thereabouts.  I'll keep aiming for a twenty hundred downtime, and a four wakeup.  Possible, still, I think.  The sun doesn't hurt or help, at this point.  I just doesn't show up until much later.

On the good side, I am awake early enough to get the trash and recycling out.  As a fact?  Out.  More, I redid the cat litter.  It has been... allowed to get really bad.  Too bad to fix with some scooping.  So, out, replaced, and one of the boxes was changed for a fresher one.  Then that went out.  Wasn't sure it would fit.  But, the good thing about cat litter, is that it weighs a lot, so compacts lighter trash.  It didn't fit by volume, but by compression.  All very good.

Raining, mostly, out there.  Or has through the night.  But, that water has frozen.  Just a sheen of ice, plus little bumps of it, on the barrels.  Not underfoot, or didn't feel slick.  If, too, I didn't push it.  After a few weeks, it's... very good to have the trash out.  I did put a few bags out back, which also went in.  But most had just become... home decor.  :p  Being a bachelor can suck, but not having to hear bitching and moaning ain't too bad either.  :)

Oh, not picking on you, ladies.  That's... one of your graces, charms, and ways of getting men going.  It's... just... that it's a pain in the ass, for us, too.  A double edged sword.  But... you have your own things, with that, about us.  Boing.  :p  I get it.  Do you?  xoxoxo  Ha.

Someone is of a mood this morning.  Having the wound healed has... almost literally... changed my life.  I was afraid I was going to be haunted by the fear of infection, and losing my toes, foot, leg, life if slowly and miserably, from that thing.  Only by some grace of God that I didn't, as was.  So, yes.  It's... something world changing for me.  Now though, to find a routine to strengthen the skin at the wound site.  I'll begin investigating what works on broken skin.

A bit cool, currently, to open up and air out.  But maybe later, or later this week.  I would even go for it, a few hours, in the mid 40s.  Fresh air would be quite nice.  Stowing trash is harsh on the air.

Something for breakfast?  Or nothing.  It's a tea day, so I may just go on a fast, or few day fast.  Not sure I quite can, though, yet.  The fall/winter hunger still lingers, if more lightly.  But linger it does.  I'll think on it on the tree of woe.  Later.

Ah... the darkness.  Moods.  Fear?  Doubts?

Never worry about the piano, or what it does.  Do what... you know.

You aren't a simple tool.  You are on your way to being a child of God, fully.  Be on that path, do not fear the dark, cold, damp, or else.  Embrace them humbly, if presented with such.  And walk in the light you know is there.  Light a candle inside, become a light in the darkness.  Or even a shadow when the sun is all there is and it hurts.  Amen.