Short but sweet.

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I got some sleep, much needed real sleep, shortly after that last post. I got all the medicine and supplements down my gullet, including the freaky one. With a full stomach as my only detraction, I waited a few hours before turning in. When I did, my stomach was eased and my lungs were either good or I was too tired to notice a problem. I could only sleep a little more than half a cycle, but it was good sleep. Waking up, I thought my watch indicated that it was 5:00. Being quite dark it would have meant a.m. How I misread so badly when waking up I am not sure, it was actually 22:00. The fog of sleep I suppose. I woke because my lungs were giving me more of a fit than my ability to sleep could contain. It will take a couple days of the diuretic to rid enough of the fluid to gain some comfort in bed again. At least that process is once again on track.

I fed the cats, let Sassy out, and ate a couple of the remaining boiled eggs. Humble as that breakfast is, having anything in my stomach was a nice change. I am simply not hungry, or hungry enough to compel me to clean and cook and shop. I could eat if food was available, if too I would still be eating light. I often can't taste the food, so I have little reason to try for fancy foods. The ribeye I ate the other day was an exception. Then again, I let the idea of that percolate in my mind for a couple of days and more so the day that was to be eaten was special by design. Actually, I can't taste water or soda either. The only thing that I can taste is milk. Doh! I forgot to pick up some milk. Then again, after a bit more reading, it seems milk should be a once or twice weekly treat for the "kids". I am finally getting to the point where I am doing more than simply buying food they might like and hoping.

I see the Republican party seems to be favoring their own version of Obama while flirting with another "minority" group. Oh well. I would like to say it is early, so maybe conservatives will rid the party of the politically correct pariah which infect the nominating system and candidate pool of the party before elections. I think three of the weaker "conservatives" are already out, one of them having given up on running altogether. So far I am not seeing a candidate for whom I would cast a vote, though being busy has made a complete and fundamental review of each candidate I would even bother considering impossible to this point. As with McCain, I would rather the ruin of the nation not be forwarded by someone with an "R" after their name. That is what "D" is all about. Regardless of the past, I discuss the future. From the field of idiot dreams I see exactly what I would have expected before the last election cycle. The Republican party has not learned the lesson.

I may have to mow tomorrow. While it is a Sunday, and I do not wish to work on Sunday, I simply have not had health or time on other days and my yard is beginning to resemble a wheat field! Further, after checking my mail, I see I have an appointment Monday and another Tuesday. I may have to use the weed whacker broadly as is, and definitely in certain areas in any case. Mowing is NOT going to be fun, but if I have even a shred of capacity, I will attempt to do so tomorrow.

Speaking with my friend, I suggested that following the doctor's advice (pick one) that I simply take it easy is not possible. Further, I wonder at the merits of such advice. Those who "take it easy" end up either completely crippled or dead. I guess I would recommend pushing through and living with the consequences. Beside the impractical nature of their request in a real and functioning world is the idea that simply taking it easy is mostly all I can do. So if I get the chance, I'm going for it. I hope it is dry but partly cloudy though. Even 70 F is a bit warmer than what I am used to this year, at this time. Having been in the 40's and 50's to now has taken a toll on my already weak tolerance for heat this year. I know, just know, it is going to go from cool to blazing like a light switch being turned on. Bah! I'll adjust...

Good day, or night again, or whatever.