A great big helping of nap.

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Yeah, sure, but it helps. I didn't bother checking the time when I laid down nor when I got up. I was too far gone and couldn't wake all that well at first. If I had to guess I would say five hours or more. I did a good deal yesterday considering how long I have been at bed rest conditions. At least my native will to get to things will overcome the need to push for a while. At some point, hopefully, I can get to pushing. For now I suffer just from doing what I need, like, and want to do.

I received a call from the sleep study people. They have scheduled an overnight in a few days. Since I am going to be in the area for an appointment earlier in the day I decided to stretch my time there and just stay for the study in the evening. I know they will find nothing. I have been tested five or six times in the last eight years. If I am having troubles here at home it is environmental. One more, and this time uselessly, test to provide government workers government work. Still, if I don't comply medical will simply point the finger again (ignoring that three are pointed back at them).

If I can shake this groggy feeling I am hoping to dig into just plain house cleaning tonight. The living room neatened, the kitchen meaning dishes, and if I still have something on track, the bathroom after that. My treat will be a comfortable meal and a sense of relief. Just having appointments set up on the calender and phone, having some business going forward, and having taken care of two or three pieces of business in the last few days makes me feel like a million bucks (post bail-out(s), QE2, the Fed, and other degradation of the dollar). As well, getting out and finishing off a Christmas present presentation has made this a good week already. No, nothing fancy but it is, combined, a minor miracle. I was dying for breathe just a few weeks ago and for months before it. I'm... I'm getting better.

Have a good night.