A rough morning.

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Just staying awake has been a chore. I am just now warming up in spite of the furnace on blast, being pseudo dressed, and having a throw wrapped around me as if I were... wait, I am Indian. Two brands. Anyway, as if I was raised that way. I am dying of thirst but swigging fluids down isn't helping. Oh, nice! The sun just came out. With the snow, the brightness level went from a barely visible overcast day to extra super bright. That could help.

I will be looking over the paperwork, instructions, and my home purchase packet to see what I need, what I have, and begin formulating a plan from there. Oh, I best check what time Mass is, though I am pretty sure it is at 17:00. I want to be there by 16:30, which means I need to leave here by at least a quarter after. If the time is right. I'll be putting that into my phone calendar when I check it, making it weekly, and setting an alarm for six and two hours before time to leave for Mass. If I set my alarm for when Mass starts I will be late. I learned that with the V.A. appointments, while I was figuring those out.

It is coming together. It has taken several years, but in those years I have found a home, figured out my health issues and begun tending it the best that I may, and done numerous moves to finally get in. And I am settled. I have been slowly improving. First, merely getting out on a regular basis with my new friend (seems longer than two years!), then slowly becoming stronger and more functional (of course in stops and starts), and slowly honing everything down to one fantastic week (and a fantastic early summer if you remember rightly). Stops and starts will probably be as good as it gets. When the light turns green, you know darn well my foot will be on that accelerator. I am sure having to struggle, often, even when I do well.

I haven't missed a medical appointment, without reason, in some significant period of time. I have usually called, or tried to call, to rearrange ahead of time. I am hoping to get Mass that way. Though I don't think I can afford to go five times a week. Simply put the gas would bankrupt me. It isn't that far, but it isn't that close. On top of normal driving, I would be spending triple on gas than what I am currently spending. I can do double, so maybe two to three Masses a week. Oh, and I best figure out how to get money going into the Church. I will probably automate that. While I do plan, and believe now that I can, be there regularly. I can't swear I would always remember my pledge, to fill out a check or have cash, and all that. No, I best automate this. I am quite sure God understands.

Well, on to a bit of paperwork. Hmm, does anyone have any wake up solution sets? Sprints do it? A cold shower? Beating one's head against the wall, with proper equipment of course)? These last two or three days have been murder in the mornings. Oh, I best finish my routines! I had been too cold until, well, I am still a bit chill. I think I am good enough to get going. Good luck, stay warm, be well.