Purr and prop the sleep was short and the day was long and the night should be early but it isn’t. Eleven, Eleven. Well. Early for me, still, but not so much in the grand.

I got to work two hours ahead of the class and found the work all but done already, by me, in some previous semester. So it was easy, just long and especially so for the introvert.

Got back and picked at the weeds yet again. It looks okay to me. I have no idea about the standards of the bad him and the bad her. I will be so glad to leave their picayune selves in the rearview.

Settled into a mind off. Watching things, washing things by which I mean main the launder.

Tomorrow is the fun day, relative to work, and I’ll begin to catch the tail of the weekend, catch the up. There is much to consider and all of it comes down to juggling checkbooks and credit lines and the now way of making the jack the stash and the better way seen but dimly in the fog as we patrol the solstice and then march Fourth.