A better day.

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I was awake a bit this morning, then took a long nap. I have been awake from then on. I am feeling better. Perhaps the cut in medicine, extra sleep, or both, have seen me to better moments. I can promise nothing. I hope tomorrow I may do the dishes. There will be no big meal this week, I simply can't do it. Perhaps I can make it to town and have my friend go out for dinner with me though. I will swear to nothing. I have been sitting in this chair, and only a little else, for the last week or two or three. Memory goes blank, time passes at great speed, and all I have wanted is sleep or wakefulness. Receiving neither I have ghosted through time.

I have not set up an appointment with my general practitioner yet either. Dishes and that would be good. More than that I dare not hope. Friday I hope to make it to Mass. If I do, that would be a good day to have a meal with my friend. Perhaps the purchase of milk and other drinks, oh, and spaghetti for when I can finally cook the meal. Hungry as a bear I have not eaten more than, perhaps, three or four meals in the last few weeks. Can you be too tired to eat? Yes, I think so.

I finished the last of the LotR trilogy, the movies, tonight. Ah, I do remember halflings, after seeing the second movie. Giant folk. That was always something, before LotR books even, that made me laugh. There is much in the books, and as far as movies can go, much in those too. The author understood some fundamental truths and the moviemaker either understood them, or at least saw fit to represent them correctly.

I see at the end Froto and Bilbo must go. They are tainted, I think. They must be taken away so that what was destroyed cannot manifest itself, somehow, through them. I wonder how many people understand that, or believe they do. After war and such there is a high rate of suicide among those who have known it. Perhaps some simply never were made for what they see. If you make it past the first five years, what then? I suppose each has a different path to follow. It may depend what you have left of friends, family, and something else, something personal, something inside. Yes, the author saw much. He knew so very much. But how?

I had hoped to make potatoes and a steak tonight but I think I will pass. Too tired to eat, again. Maybe when the dishes are washed my hunger will return more strongly than my exhaustion. Perhaps just a glass of milk and more sleep. Good night, I think.