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I suspected I would be though. And to that end I set every alarm on every alarm clock I have. The first went off at 7:30. Setting right beside my bed it was meant to begin rousing me if I had no reason to believe I would even remember it, check. The other was set for 8:00, further away. It could be unheard for a bit but would eventually roust me, whether I would know it consciously I could not know so I set the beside one for a 10:00 as an emergency backup, check. I did hear and respond to the 8:00 alarm, if 45 minutes after it had begun. Going to bed past midnight and maybe past 1:30 I can't truly remember, this is no surprise. A full day yesterday, too, adding doubts, concerns.
My routines have started. Teeth and exercises have been done, medicine is in the offing, breakfast and vitals to follow shortly. A bit of blogging to wake me up first though. I might start trying to add making my bed and policing dirty clothes part of my morning. Just a roughly 'first thing' sort of habit. And, I know, not every day will see everything done, especially initially. I think I can so I will. I have also started thinking about how I can try and force home cleaning tasks a little better. Cleaning one room a day, perhaps. Having certain days for dusting and vacuuming, picking everything up, a sure day for laundry, a specific day to do dishes if I haven't been keeping up. I really think I can do this now, mostly.
If I can make these things work, then I will begin looking at adding to the routine. Perhaps putting heavier exercises in there. Nothing huge, just a bit more than my morning routines and a few days a week. Perhaps walking to the mailbox as a refresher aside from formal exercises. I am simply not sure what all can be added, or should be added, at first. I will wait until I have a set daily and weekly routine. One day at a time, one project at a time, one piece at a time. And failure is an option, just not one I will abide. Falling off a horse in a rodeo is a given. Staying in the dirt one was dumped is not. It is time to get back in the saddle.
Today will be a busy day. I need to get breakfast, a shower, change my bedding, and get medicines down. Then to Mass at noon. Then a call to my brother. Then over to pick my friend, and then pistol, up. Then to a bit of shooting with a meal in the offing after that. When I return home I want to sweep, mop, and vacuum. After that I may clean my main bathroom, do a bit of laundry from the bathroom cleaning and bedding change. I might also look around the yard and see if there is anything else I can do. Something little but real. Oh, and I need to find those links for Game, for my friend and get those sent. And I need to check that lamp and get that going to my lady friend. Oh, and I also need to get that rice cooker ordered for my mother. Ack! Another very busy day. I am good with that.
That will be all. I suppose when I have said, on some days, that I did nothing, that you really thought I was jesting? Some of those days I didn't even eat. I am getting better. And I always have wanted to do things. Could a mere song be pushing me on? Could cutting back on medicines just that little amount be doing this? Is my mind simply getting focused for it's own reasons? I honestly don't know. I do know I will ride this wave to as great of a success as is possible. I will do everything in my power to reject my cynicism, exhaustion, medical pass, or anything else the world or I might try to throw in my path.
You know though, as busy as I was yesterday? I still had plenty of time to goof. And, while I don't mind goofing a bit, from time to time, all work and no play and such? I also don't like slacking. Plus the goofing can slow down my progress so that I don't sleep until too late. I need to become more efficient. I want to use myself and be used by the world. I don't have to like all of it, I don't have to want to do some of it, it doesn't matter. I am in training to be a servant. I have failed as a master. But beyond that, I had no servants! Impossible! *grins*
Have a great day. Get out and get to it. Later.
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