Yeah? No.

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Even with a second chance at making the meal, helping out, it simply didn't happen. Even though the guy heading it up has, to date, been disrespectful, that isn't the point. You do what you can, when you can, how you can. Simply put, I wasn't able to be conscious at the needed time.

On the good side, dishes, garbage, laundry, and food have begun to become a normal process again. Today I stayed up until well past 15:00, a record, without extraordinary effort, in the last two months. Daytime still doesn't feel normal, that will come though. I have things to do, not least of all Church and KoC matters. But too, personal matters.

I received a call from my friend today. Bad news. He has a tumor, behind his left eye I think. They don't know what it is yet. He goes in for a ct-scan tomorrow. Today, actually. It all gets confusing when day and night is messed up. Because tomorrows medical affairs will take everything out of him, I suggested I come in Tuesday. If it ends up bad, I'll continue to be a friend. I'm not good at this crap, but I'll do it anyway. Then again, it might just be something relatively benign. Prayers, too. As he said, he thinks he's got a good 15 years in him. I think so too.

Up at 1:30. I woke at 20:00, then at 0:00, but was able to go back to bed. Not this time. Which is fine. I think I can make Mass, do some business in town, get some more cleaning kicked out, and stretch my day a bit. At a minimum I think I can hit yesterday's high. Well, on to... waking up.