Some hope.

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I didn't end up in bed until rather late, sometime shortly after midnight. I couldn't cool down. I didn't get a thing I proposed completed either. Cooling down was all I could get done, and that was late as was. I hate going to bed with the notion that I have things to do with no means of accomplishing them. Sometimes, with appointments, I don't even have enough working to think to call and let them know I won't be there. There simply isn't anything I can do when I get to a certain point, save crawl into bed. Often, I don't even remember having done so. I just wake feeling guilty, as soon as I realize I missed something. Ah, such a life of guilt. Others see it as mere leisure, or doing what I want when I want.

Sassy, for whatever reason, was an absolute basket case this morning. She didn't scratch me, she has learned. I don't remember dealing with her always, though cutting popo when he is trying to sleep is probably as successful a ploy as kicking a sleeping bear. Maybe less so, as a cat can probably outpace a bear and I am not sure a waking bear is all that tactical. Even in my sleep my target acquisition is incredible, even though I have no conscious control, or even awareness. I can grab a scampering cat as easily as I can brush a whiskered face out of my face. I don't know about aiming, but my guess would be walls are not difficult to hit. *thwack* Still, she was making an awful lot of noise and being a pest. It woke me, hard, at about 5:30. When she is awful, I never feed her (which is what she wants). I just, very much against her will, put her outside. I left her there for a couple of hours.

Still, good or bad, she did wake me in time to change the cat litter, get the trash out, and perhaps I even got the recycling out in time. The recycle truck comes rather early from what I have heard, but I'm not quite yet sure what time "early" is around here. Everything was out by 7:00 to 7:30 though. I have my curtains open to perhaps see if I was in time before having to simply check later. Well, it is something to do while I wake up. I'm still a bit peeved about being awaken so rudely so early. She is, trust me on this, not starving. Ah well, perhaps it is for the better. I needed to get the trash and recycling out and I like being up earlier, and this might keep me on my schedule. Schedules are pretty bone dry, you know it?

With the litter changed, I can begin working on any possible cat smells. It was not changed last week as I simply didn't have what it took. With three boxes, there is no odor problem for a week, often even two weeks (Sam mostly prefers the wide open outdoor 'cat litter pan'. But Sassy has been extra... smelly? Yes, that would be it. Perhaps she is finally catching a mouse from time to time now? So I will be using that perfumed wax smelting device my mother sent for Christmas. It actually works rather well. I usually only need it in my room once in a while.

But more, being up early, I am hoping to possibly begin laundry, I stopped about half way through that last batch. And perhaps do the dishes. I really want those things done before my mother arrives. Everything else will just have to be as it is. Well, I did get more of the boxes out to recycling and cleared the kitchen of them. I may use the pretty much unused kitchen table, off in a nook, as a temporary kitchen work station. Not only does it work for that, I could be seated when working. And more, it would be more likely to be used as a place to eat, being easier to reach. Small cramped nooks are negative places for me to be unless I am there with a small pretty woman. And then only until the charm of it dissipates.

The little niche in which the table now sits might, come to think of it, make a wonderful place for a wood burning cook stove, sort of off to itself. It would be much easier to firebrick the small floor in there, adding fire-resistant/proof drywall or such, and installing a chimney there would be easier. The only thing that might be more complicated would be installing a hot water assistance tank, or more running the plumbing for that to a primary new tank while turning the old tank into a reserve tank. Oh, sure, big plans for a little big man. But this is how things start. The more automated and simple, in a way, I make my surroundings, the easier life will be. I have to make plans or nothing will go forward.

I need to get into town. I finally received a notification about my automobile registration. It says I can do this online. But then wait for the stickers and hope I am not pulled over, in spite of an officer knowing I am registered but within his legal rights? No thank you. I need to get that done, do a bit of shopping, and add some money to my account. For being a good boy I will treat myself to a meal. Nothing fancy, but perhaps avoiding fast food too. I am trying to kick soda/pop/coke to the curb. My A1C (long-term blood sugar level) was slowly rising. And I could tell from my urine that the thing was about to become an issue again. Soda is so damn easy though. Coffee in a can, cold, dark, and sweet like I like it.

Back on medicine, I am thinking that even if I did not have swelling (edema) of the legs, I must have been holding on to water (and food) like a sponge. Since starting all of me riddance behaviors have increased ten fold. I don't know for sure, but I would guess I have shed five to ten pounds since starting back up. Yes, a day or two can do that. That reminded me to do my stats. Actually, I am 13 pounds lighter, and it has been three days of regular medicine. I wish I could keep THAT up, at least until I get to the 220-240 range. Oh, and I am going to start taking my stats before medicine, as usual, and then one half to one hour after medicine. Just... curious.

Let me see, I also need to review my pantry and buy a few things from the store. I'm not awake enough to begin that list.

Have a great day.

Hah! I made it. The recycling truck just took a load off. I was hoping to have everything empty (ready) for my mother when she arrives. I ought to clean those containers out, but uhm, well, yeah. That will... go on the list, toward the end. No, I don't mind doing it. Yes, I realize I will be doing good to be at the airport on time. Anything else will just be, well, a bit of luck and some serious effort. Just... being honest I guess. But... YEAH!!! One small favor, pardon, success to start my day. Thanks Sassy... brat! Ah well, I'll give her treats for saving my bacon, if I almost hate to surrender to the notion.