I'm relatively well rested, getting about 12 hours or so... but I got up at 11:00, it's going to be a long time until 08:00 tomorrow morning.
*Sigh*
Just like every other Wednesday. Come to think of it, when I worked days, I did feel the same way about Mondays. But then, I only had eight hours to contend with.
O'well. Life goes on, I will survive... or not. Eventually...
No, I don't feel like going there right now.
Well, OK, then. I'm going to do something that I shouldn't do, and tell you that there's something going on that I can't talk about.
But it's pretty well blocking my mind from talking about anything else... but it's not my tale to tell, dammit.
It's not a disaster, by any stretch of the imagination, and it's rather amusing, in a way, and it's definitely not anything for anyone else to worry about, and nobody should be worrying about me.
I'm just having to do a shift on the way that I look at things, that's all. And that's not really easy at my age.
OK, forget that I said anything.
Right.
It has been another beautiful, spring-like day here, high in the mid-60s, sun shining, woodpeckers pecking, buds bursting, squirrels doing squirrelly things, all that stuff. I spent some time reading out on the front deck in the swing, relaxing and taking it all in...
I did spend some time trying to go back to sleep, but I gave up on that pretty quickly and got up and made a pot of coffee and committed myself to staying up for the duration.
More tomorrow...