Up and thinking about it.

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It always takes me a good long time to reach a critical, or functional, stage after waking in the morning. This has been true my whole life. In school days, and I remember as far back as third grade very specifically, I was never quite awake until 10:00 or later. Some people are morning people, some of us just aren't. I am not sure, any more, what was a health problem and what is just the way I am. I doubt if anyone really knows why any particular person is who or what they are. It gives me caution when judging, so that I do my best not to judge a person, if I also feel an obligation to judge an action and attribute that to a person. That includes myself. My condition, for example, might excuse sloth to a degree. It doesn't forgive surrendering to it. Which also means it is not about failure, that is all but guaranteed. It is about not quitting. Which means my life must, by design, be a hard one. The easy way would be just to simply quit even trying. An outside observer might not even be able to tell the difference. And I have to be vigilant, as much as I can be.

In a bit I will make some calls to see about some things. I have decided to call my bank and ask how I am supposed to bring in coins. I want to talk to someone who will guarantee, that if I bring my coins in, that they will be cashed out. I need that money in my account. I don't want to waste the little time and energy available to me by rolling the coins only to be turned away, again. I want to have someone, who knows, tell me exactly how to do this. They have to take coins, one way or another, I don't think it would be legal to turn away functional modern currency. How much play they have with that is another matter.

I just don't know what I need from the grocery store so I believe I will simply wait until my mother arrives for heavier shopping. I should get diet Coke for her, though. I know she drinks that and will want it. Coffee too, fresh. I have some old stuff but uhm, no. She deserves fresh coffee. Oh, well, there are probably a few other items I could get, just some basics, so there is something standard to eat when she arrives. Well, that and getting those stupid dishes done. To that end, I will soak dishes before I head to town. Dishes and laundry will be my afternoon events. I only have a few days left.

Oh, I am sleeping with the CPAP when I think I will be sleeping for five hours or more. Note to self, absolutely remember to floss and brush your teeth before using this thing. I am not certain that will actually help, morning breath being what it is, but... I really want to try. I crashed last night, forgetting this little task. I am not certain, but I think I sleep longer when using the machine. Then again I might have just been a bit more tired, or got to bed a little later then I thought? Ah, I know it took me a while to get to sleep. No, it often takes me a while to doze off. That isn't it. It just seems that I slept longer, anyway. It is an odd device to sleep with.

Good luck getting your chores done. I hope your work goes smoothly and as well as can be expected or better. If not there is always tomorrow, give or take. Later.