What a nap.

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I can't be sure how long the nap really was, I was too groggy when I finally crashed and it took a while to come to my senses when I woke up. I am guessing I slept five to seven hours though. I don't remember rolling, getting up for anything, waking for moments, nothing. A slight headache and those stomach pains, which hopefully a dose of Anacin will handle, is the only trouble. Well, that and even with the nap I am still tired. My eyes aren't "crossing" about exhaustion though.

Chicken thighs are something of a trouble to cook. I grilled them plenty, but that was not quite enough. So, I put them in the oven for a half an hour after everything was up to temp, at 375 F. That wasn't quite enough, so I put them back through the oven (that had been 375 F), raised it to 425, and left them for another half hour. What in the world! Sometimes I can get thighs just right, sometimes I have to fiddle with them several times. At least this time, in my fiddling, I didn't make them rubbery. I truly hate that. Ah well, it gives me something to tinker with.

All medicine for the day has been taken. The only tasks I really need to tend are collecting trash and taking it to the curb after also cleaning the kitty litter. I doubt if much more will be done. Headache, exhaustion, confusion, general illness, and some other things generally are back, shifting in intensity, and confound intent. I have no appointments until Wednesday, then another Thursday, then nothing again until the following week. I have many things I want and need to do though. We will see. Later or good night.