Awake.

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Sleep was good. I have at least been adding research into my otherwise empty daily schedule. Food storage, heating options, cooking oil, roofing, some electrical issues, and the list goes on. I am not sure I am finding all that much of immediate use. I do become frustrated at costs, complexities, regulations, all compounded by a seeming inability to do even what is at hand. Still, I think it is better to look and search, read and try to understand, and fight through what I can, when I can, and how I can. I do, however, have empathy for those who have found a nice soft pile of sand in which to bury their head.

Sassy, the kitten, is growing so fast. She is now about a 1/2 sized cat, at about 7 or 8 months old. I am not sure how long it takes for her to fully mature. She is maturing of attitude as much as latitude. She is learning the fine art of the nap and letting papa "nap". She is still pestering the heck out of Sam, standing her ground and chasing, if still knowing she is outgunned and rolling and dodging ol' sour puss. Sam still has not taken to teh kitteh. A death in the family, to her, I am quite sure is a dream at this point. I would almost bet, when Sassy followed Sam initially when outside, Sam would lead teh stupid places that were... problematic. Sam always came home with a sick grin on her face. Just a suspicion, but... I notice Sassy no longer follower Sam, outside.

I am feeling better. I have been attempting to continue to eat. Small meals, once in a while, and bananas for snacks. I have learned that the potassium pills probably are required. Unlike what some mentioned, what is contained in the pills (prescribed) can be vastly higher than what could possibly be eaten. One man suggested it would take 28 bananas to equal what he was getting. Now, while I doubt his math, I do not doubt that the amount might be more than a dozen bananas. Possibly. I am still having trouble remembering to take those though. Then again, like every illness I have ever had... Oh noeses! I could dyz! It is difficult to get worked up about it, or anything in my current condition. I have supposedly been on the edge of immanent death... for at least a decade now. I am beginning to think they do not know what that word, immanent, means?

On politics, I will still hold that Republicans and more conservatives, are leading a charge which will change power in the House. I am, however, seeing signs that perhaps the Senate is more in play than what I thought. I will not bet on that, without a favor. I give that about a 30 to 40 percent chance, if it is looking more possible as the time nears. If it happens it would merely be an early Christmas present, one I am not counting on. A decent majority in both, considering the condition in the Supreme Court and the White House (I do not think they know what that word means either), would still be weak. And, that many of the Repugnants already there and many coming in, are much of the typical variety, the prospects are weaker still. But, it is what is and anything will be better than nothing.

I wish I had a way to get over the doldrums. This is getting more than a bit annoying. What makes it worse, in some ways, is that I am fully aware of it. If I lose track of time to a degree, I am still aware it is passing. If I am a bit addled and confused, that is more occasional surface clutter than all I see. In some ways it is like not passing out while being surgically treated without anesthesia. And yet, though I complain, I would prefer this. It gives me a little more control, a better chance at acting on the necessary, a greater sense of still being alive, if too a bit more frustrating.

Ah, but I can dream of my pole dancing good Catholic wife to come. I have picked the spot for the pole, by the way. I am just researching oil or not, and what kind if so... give or take a few tall fish tales. Heh!