Definitely with a second wind.  Maybe I shouldn’t take an early nap.  Both sides of my character are skirmish and shootout-ready.

Wrote through one of the pages in the 1948 journal Dad gave me.  Just a little, but still it annoyed me enough to register in mood.  Forget about it, I persuade self.  Care less, live more.

No mood for breakfast this morning as I have been in recent AM’s.  Arm sore from covid shot.  I know Mom, Tylenol.  Think I have some here, but I hate medicine.

I need a nap.  Then ideas carpet bomb…