Is it early or am I late?

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GAH!

I received a call first thing this morning, indicating the freezer would be here shortly.  I set the alarm for 7:00 but hadn't made it to bed until 1:30 or so.  Just couldn't go down!  The alarm was sounding, but hadn't roused me.  The phone usually will.  Of course, being (seemingly) in the middle of a dream, figuring out how to get it to my face (oh, unplug it), then mustering the physical coordination to swipe the "answer" touch screen swipe mechanism, were pushing my limits.  Never mind.  I am glad I had moved furniture last night.  I just needed to move a few things this morning, and more for an abundance of caution than was probably necessary.  Still, I prefer to do that for everyone's comfort.  I made my hi-pro coffee, and offered the men some.  The lead had already had coffee, Hawaiian, the expensive stuff.  He was using it to coax his wife away from smoking.  Last I heard, long ago, that stuff was $50 a pound, so I queried.  He said it is now $150 a pound.  Yikes!  Okay, my squirrel girl wasn't so bad pushing for three pounds of (at the time) $12 per pound coffee.  But she wasn't quitting tobacco either.  pfftftf!  Never you mind.

The freezer had been 'growing', in my mind.  I kept thinking it was longer and longer, and wider, and heavier.  The thing is not five feet long and probably 28" wide at the most, and I can easily manipulate it across the floor with one hand and little effort.  Still, I let them unpackage it, cart it in, and set it where it was to go.  An abundance of caution again, and their insurance.  I brought one extension cord but it needed a grounded cord.  Next!  I then went to plug it into one of my outlets, but it didn't have a ground on it.  Next!  Finally, I found the right cord and outlet and the thing is smoothly churning away.  I have it in the kitchen, for now.  I may, before loading it (doh!) check to see if I might prefer it in the back area with the washer and dryer.  But I tain't awake enough to go do no figuring none, zilch, zip.

As for what time it is?  It feels like somewhere between never and always, half past sometime.  My brain simply hasn't caught up with my body yet.  I think I'm writing well enough, but... I'll have to read this later because I sure ain't editing!  My blood pressure was the lowest I have seen it outside of the ER.  At 169/110 or some such, I was impressed.  Pulse went from the 70's up into the 80's though.  I am not sure why, even at a rather high dose of the particular med, my pulse remains... impossibly high (it should be in the 60's, perhaps 50's for others on this high a dose at which time they would back it down).  I don't use enough caffeine to put a hex on it, I don't use any other stimulant, and my tobacco usage is minimal to say the least (think about the equivalent of smoking a pack a week).  Oh, and weight keeps going down.  A few pounds a day.  I am back into 260's, barely.  But for two weeks I have been sparring with 270's and fearing 280's.  All good.  And, yes, medicine has been on the menu.  I am even remembering to take my night medicine at night and to add in the potassium swill in the morning.

Oh!  Mornings are RUDE!  Who invented them?  Can we sign a petition to have them exiled?  Shot?  Seriously.  Well, you have to know what I mean if you are a night owl.  I'm stumbling here. 

Hmm, on to some of that coffee, a few bites to eat, and figuring out if I am alive or dead, and what to do about whichever happens to be the case.  Have a good day.