The line's not cut and the whale's not gone
Tuesday, June 30th, 2026 10:02 amTuesday. Back to not sleeping well. I did fall deeply asleep around 4 am and woke up again at 8. Does it count as sleeping late if you only got 4 hours of sleep?
Breakfast was oatmeal with raisins and a dab of maple syrup. Steve always used to put maple syrup in his oatmeal, but this was a first for me. It was good. And being as I have maple syrup, still, from Steve's stash, it will be a repeat. Lunch -- is hours away.
Trash and recycling are at the curb. Lawn guy is here doing lawn things. Rook and Tali are helping me here at my desk, where I have some stuff that has to be done this morning (bad planning, me). I do believe another cup of Russian Caravan Tea, the new favorite, is in order.
What else? I need to put gas in the car, and get smol bills at the bank, as I'm warned that tips will be needed on the whale watch (the boys in the basement provide a helpful graphic of tucking a five dollar bill under the whale's belt. Thanks, guys.), and stop at the grocery. I can do all of that except the bank on my way home from needlework, and I can do the bank on my way in. Ta. Da.
I intend to get at least a couple hundred words written today, despite it all, and depending on how long these morning tasks will take me.
Almost done reading Alliance of Equals. I like it. And, as usual, I adore Daav. One does not give the Uncle a coin merely because he asks for it. Indeed. Indeed, one does not.
Also, may I just say -- Shan? My ghod, Shan. And to the people said nobody would want books about traders, because traders are boring? Pfft, I say. PFFT!
How're we all holding up today?
Today's lyrics from "The Wellerman," because -- a theme. Here's a link
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Date: 2026-06-30 08:47 pm (UTC)I wonder if your disrupted sleep pattern might not be connected to the tea? I've found that any caffinated soda, or even a half glass of sweet tea, leads to exactly the pattern you describe--awake until 4 a.m., sleep until 8 (at which points the cats are threatening to call cops for a wellness check if Their Majesties are not properly appreciated, i.e. fed). (Despite having dry food available 24/7.)