Skidding to consciousness, sideways.

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Considering I didn't crash until nearly 5:00 and couldn't get to sleep quickly I am not about to complain. I think I actually woke around 10:30. At a quarter after 16:00 I am just becoming aware. I'm not actually sure what I did in those intervening hours. Nothing useful but at least I wasn't in bed. I think?

I still have the last of the dishes to wash and the last few loads of laundry. I had hoped that if I missed early Mass I would make late Mass but that simply isn't possible. It will be an hour or two before I can get to the work at hand. I won't be leaving home today.

No dreams, again, last night. I rolled a bit at least. That helps to not wake to bodily crankiness. Do dreams bring back memories for anyone else? If it weren't for dreams I sometimes wonder if my past would be a blank slate to me. Not that all dreams are considered memories, but while thinking about my dreams I often hit something that takes me to my memories, once I am awake. Faces, places, actions, women. Remember polyester? I truly despised the clothing of the 70's. That is when my mother dressed me. And while mothers are the best with children, since they have fashion sense they shouldn't even be allowed to dress dogs. Fashion is a crime. That's all I am saying. And color schemes, where do women get these? Stick with solid, non-pastel, and somewhat darker, colors. At least for me. Stripes, other than pinstripes on impeccable suits? Dots of any kind? Ugh. A woman might need to push to get me to choose but I will never leave my clothes to a woman's 'fashion sense' again.

I am not sure, however, if I would rather not remember. Over the years of confession, and more recently with better function and the ability to deal with the dreams and the past a bit more, I have been collecting more for confession. My guess is there will be nuggets from the past forever. Then again, that first confession did take care of all of my past to that point. I did it as honestly and openly as I could at the time. I will have to do some research to see if I should let those go as confessed and forgiven or if they should be brought forward. I know, it seems like one should bring those up, but if they actually have been forgiven it may be a sin through doubt to bring them up now. It isn't just my past sins, but what I saw that bothers me the most. The tics of the past, I suppose.

Tomorrow? If I can finish what is on my list for today, tomorrow is a clean slate. Mass, talking to tech help to get the wifi functioning for my phone, digging into my recent credit rejection letter, but I think I will skip dinner over to Tuesday. I may see if my friend wants to do some shopping though. He is beginning to drink milk like I do, though dosed to his size. I need to do some cleaning tomorrow. Vacuuming, sweeping, mopping. It will go well with having the dishes clean and bed refitted with clean everything.

Hmm, better get the trash and cat litter out today too. Tuesday perhaps I can get the bathrooms cleaned again, maybe not until Wednesday though. A week and a half off, but back to it. Don't mind me, my mind is rolling around as it wakes up.

Later.