Ambushed.

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By my pillows! I got to bed fairly early last night. And I set my alarm. I hear the cats meowling outside my door, I hear rain, I heard the alarm. It just turns out that 8:00 was too early to rise. Try 9:00 or 9:30. I'm still not sure, it was in between those times when I finally woke. I would have gotten up a little earlier but when I went to look for my glasses I couldn't find them right off, so like the groundhog who sees his shadow, I went back to bed. I just didn't have what it took to both get up AND find my glasses.

For whatever reason, I seem to be taking on more fluid again, or still. I am pretty sure I am not eating or drinking more so I am not sure what the problem is. As well, I have again become much more active. Not that ten to fifteen blocks of bike riding four or five times a week is burning all that many calories, or what else I do consumes gargantuan calories, but that I am eating no more and yet comparatively doing more means that I'm probably not simply bulking up on food. The V.A. is very strange. For as demanding as the heart clinic is, it pretty much ignores what it has suggested is good or bad about weight gain/loss. I don't even think they really track it. They want that daily information, that seems to be pretty much all they care about. If they logged it I would be thinking that they just wanted data, but they don't. They are a strange lot though, at that clinic. Strange indeed.

I am planning on nothing today. Just being awake seems to be as close to victory as I am going to get. The good thing is that is all I had hoped to do. If I am feeling spunky, perhaps some things, light things, will go forward. But from my spot in consciousness at this point, I am not planning on it, counting on it, or even hoping for it. I may just go read until my brain shuts down for a nap. I'm still into Chesterton. Dense reading if you read with your full bandwidth. Though even then you might easily miss things. If his books were a dessert, they would be the richest triple chocolate cake you have ever eaten, and then the richest steak you have ever had, followed by the stoutest drink you have ever enjoyed. Bam!

Later, maybe.