Up, earlier than suspected.

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It is taking a bit to wake up more fully. But then I was up until past 6:00... I am pretty sure. So a 13:00 waking and two hours to more fully wake, get my medicine down, and have a bite to eat isn't all bad. I even checked the comforter in the dryer and set it to dry a bit more and am considering another load for the wash. I will be steaming the pillows I am not currently using. They have all been washed, but steaming should kill dust mites on top of that. I just need to look at the manual to see which setting works for that, precisely. A shower, dressing, and then to get to the yard. I think I will weed whip what remains, then mow. Rather than doing this, then that, in parts. Since the yard looks so nice, I will also rake the parts I do. Today or tomorrow I need to get a gift certificate for some large pizzas. Yes, indeed. I need to find out who was clearing my driveway too. Dang it, gratitude has solid place in history, life, and personal relationships. And pizza is good gratitude.

I have put the girls on solid food for a bit. Sassy was begging too much on wet food. Her begging was getting too good, she perfected her whine amazingly. But while the squeaky wheel idea works, it also brings lots of attention, not all of it good. Let them eat cat biscuits for a bit. Sam won't mind, Sassy might need some 'time out's, all good in papa's book.

I am not sure how much of the dishes I can get through today. Or the laundry. It depends on how beat up I become doing the lawn. But I might be able to stretch my rest times, doing bits of it all, resting in stages. While I don't lose breath, or even sweat all that much, while working even hard, I do slowly drift into incoherence. Not the typical sort that work usually gives, but the damnably harsh type that sees me blind and confused. Actually, that I can work as I do at all is actually good. That I am stretching further into it is great. I sometimes wonder about it all. It is odd to feel better, after being down four months unable to catch my breath while even sitting and talking, and being truly dysfunctional for decades, to be finally doing better than I have in twenty years. My mom isn't here to push, I'm not taking a medication which pushes, and I am badly out of shape... and yet I am doing fantastic. I have to wonder where I will be in a month, or a year, at this pace. My life has started, again, after a twenty some year... emptiness. But the trick may now be to not kill myself living. Still, in some weird way, that would be funny. Don't laugh, damn you. (that's my job)

Well, on to a shower and dressing. Ah, clean work clothes. I have been keeping up on laundry. Smaller loads after a few days is seeing me without more than a basket of daily use laundry. Everything smells... good. Even my bathroom smells more like a pool than, well, a men's room. All very good. Later!