Gotta remember...

.
.
Yesterday I hit a brick wall.  Water levels seemed to be back in full.  Oh... medicine.  I didn't take it until almost bedtime.  Yeah, okay.  Especially when I just started the higher dose of medicine.  I need it, for a few days to a week, to get to a 'therapeutic level'.  After I am physically set, missing a day of medicine usually isn't a huge thing.  But when in the throws of getting better, medicine is vital.  Usually, on the way up, I don't slow.  So, yesterday, hitting a brick wall, I knew something was off.  For the next week I need to be absolutely diligent about medicine.  I have things to do!

I've been dreaming lately.  Just, more like reliving the past.  Women I knew and loved, places I have been, days that were quite good.  Everything an old dog loves to remember when laid out by a warm pot-bellied stove, on his rug, in the winter.  I enjoy most dreams, anymore.  The bad ones are very rare these days.  I don't miss waking up exhausted, with soaked sheets, sometimes with a rageon in the bean too.  At least that rage never affected others.  Unlike some who have been touched by darkness, I was able to keep it private.  No, just good dreams anymore (more so since typical nightmares are actually entertaining to me).  But these most recent dreams were simply wonderful.  I have known some fine women.  If too, I think, whether a woman is fine or not depends greatly on... the man, too?  Yes, I think so.  It's only a shame that I wasn't able to settle down with one of them.  For me, for them.  It just... wasn't time.

Hey, kids, I've got to do some waking up, then maybe get back to things if I can.  I may only be able to work through that wall from yesterday.  Otherwise I will finish what of my chores is possible.  Be good.  Love someone, smile at someone, but also have the courage to frown about things that are wrong.  Good, bad, ugly.  Good day.