Saturday?

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It seems in my fussing and discomfort I lost track of a day passing. I thought it was Friday. Still, it is far better to lose track of the days passing as in this case than it is to simply become unaware that time has passed. Becoming aware that weeks or even months have gone by without my knowing is a frightening thing. What is it I did in that time? Have I been paying bills? What have I been eating?

I did not sleep last night. I knew I would not sleep well in any case and yet could not quite get into town to buy some things that will allow some other things to go forward. Things which might allow sleep to be easier. Since I am still awake, and in decent shape, I am still thinking about going into town. Or, I will simply keep going on until I get tired enough to sleep and try getting to town tomorrow. That will complicate some other things though.

I finally cooked a bit of food last night. Just something simple, whole wheat pasta. Adding a little butter and a little cheese made for a nice little meal. I checked my eggs, to see what was still good. Most were, a few needed to be tossed. I just boiled a half a dozen and the rest will go into the fridge. Two of those made for a fine breakfast. It is good to cook and eat a bit. A few pain killers and I'll consider what to do next.

Good day.