Bumpy day.

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It started at 2:00. I woke and could not get back to sleep. So, I tinkered in the late night, then crashed at about 9:00, sleeping until noon I think. I have been up since, made a decent meal, and I have done little else. Still, I sort of expect this after pushing for a few days, driving, the stress of seeing doctors knowing I will be going back. Ah well. I will survive this day, pick up as I can tomorrow, and move on as I may. Seeing a doctor will not fix me, even treatments probably will not. I think they are just experimenting with us at this point. Still, there is an outside chance they might fix something, they could make things better. But for today, I am what I am.

Sassy is starting to come around. She obviously misses the beard, so it will be coming back. Sam has been a neurotic twit lately. And very passive aggressive. She is not only all feline, she is all female! I think they ganged up and woke me last night. I know they had food, water, and even a bit of milk, so they were either fighting over me or just fighting. Or, as I said, getting even for something I probably do not even know I did. So, for a bit, they will sleep out of my room.

Not much else going on. I am hoping tomorrow is a bit more productive, and I think it will be. The alarm is set for 7:00, and I have a few more things to do before bed. Good night sweets and sours. Take your pick:)