Ah-ha!

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Okay, the "Ah-ha" is about a couple of comments from my main contributor.  I knew I had seen them, on my smart phone, but when I went to respond to them on the computer...  nowhere to be found.  Further, for some reason, they disappeared off my cellphone.  Actually I had only seen one, but when I signed in this time something indicated that there were two comments awaiting posting.  Don't worry, D.C., part of my crazy like a fox thing that has worked wonders about keeping spammers at bay, not some new trick.  I just... rarely get comments that way.

Nap?  What nap?  Oh, that nap.  Actually it was just a couple of hours down.  I set the alarm, as I knew if I didn't I would absolutely destroy my schedule.  Gotta admit, I've been on a regular(ish) schedule since before my mother arrived, and right through her stay and to now.  That... come to think of it... that HAS to be a RECORD!  Now way, that was over a month of days, and not in the summer heat (though even summer isn't always a guarantee, as I have escaped into the cool of the night).  Wow, at least a month and a half, give or take?  Seriously, this pleases me!  Oh how far from the graces of being a true... what humans might call... immortal, lord, master of self and universe...  No, never a godling, just...  Never mind, I will take my little booby prize and pop the top on enough beers for what goes for a party around here (two, four if I get feisty!).  Shut it, as I said, I have fallen.  heh

My alarm was sounding as I heard the phone.  Half in some dream or other, I tried to figure out how many damned things could buzz at me at once, which one to get first, and where the hell my feet were and if my legs were still attached to them.  I stumble bunnied to my cell first, knocking my glasses... somewhere.  While trying to answer the phone, then I began a hand scramble over likely areas searching for my glasses, not even sure if I was actually awake.  Beginning to hear a voice that sounded familiar, I quit the glasses and went for the alarm so what was being said might make some sort of sense, I finally got some breathing room from the buzzes.  But then I had to figure out how to keep the phone to my face, not even quite sure how I had "answered" the phone in the first place and musing over that, while going back to look for my glasses but!  I had to PEE!  OMG did I have to pee.  So, without my glasses, but with the buzzing ceased, if a voice was still yacking at my, I paid some lip service and stumbled to the bathroom, hoping I didn't run over any cats, furniture, or such.  AHHHHHHH!  Some things are better than others, some things are supreme.  This was, my friends, supreme.  Now... what?  Who?  Oh, "Hi mom!".  Heh  Not my usual, but it was a long day, it's been a rough few days, and a collusion of incidents lead to the absolute clumsiest moment I have enjoyed in... decades.  Another RECORD! 

She was curious about the doctor had to say.  I... thought about teasing about imminent death, but mom... doesn't share my darker humors.  So...  not wanting more buzzing in my ears and possibly hurt feelings, I spilled the beans.  The doc thinks I will not only live but maybe that I have improved enough to not be seen at his clinic (if I think that not volunteering myself for heart transplant is part of it).  I let her know that my bp has been coming down nicely, that I have been taking my medicines well, and that I baked cookies and then cleaned to kitchen to within... well... at least my tolerances but that she would be pleased.  Oh, and I told her about my poison habanero sauce notions.  "No thank you, at all!", more or less, was her response.  I should have asked what ever gave her the silly notion that I might even be willing to share my... my... my precious (sauce)?  Yep, I was still too asleep to jazz the ol' hen.  Heh  She is doing well and getting things prepped for a family shindig there, life is good, she seems well and happy, and she was pleased with the news.  She freely admitted she had had a ball here.  A lot of work, to be sure, but we got a lot done, had fun doing it (really), and enjoyed the company on top of it.  All good.  She had to go, so I sent her my love and that was that.

Right as I hung up... the doorbell.  Hrm?  Oh, dinner!  So, right on time, as I had planned it, I answered the door.  A gent I don't know that I had met before hands me home-made chili and cinnamon rolls.  I am almost certain it was good.  I did my prayer first, at least.  After that there was a blur of spoon and cup and hand like I had been caged for a week only to be let loose on a poor unsuspecting meal.  Wolfman indeed.  HoWWWWWLLllllll!  *gulp*  Yesterday's meal was good, too.  It was something I had never had, sort of like a... cream of wheat biscuit, but still soft.  Formed like a smaller bread (think of the size of zucchini bread).  That with maple syrup.  That was the last meal I remember.  It was delicious, along with sausage and hashed browns.  But tonight...  I ate like a critter, albeit one which can use a spoon. 

I goofed a bit, and have been enjoying the new headphones greatly.  I'll probably need to get the headphone it's own recharging cord.  Hmm, wait, I think I have at least one extra, now.  I will be doing some more goofing, if in truth I am still not awake.  I won't wake up before I eventually go back to bed tonight.  Hopefully, tonight, I can hit it earlier.  While I am doing days, my "mornings" are trending to early afternoon wakings.  It doesn't matter, I suppose, in the end.  It's... just the principle.  While I can't control my exhaustion or my life even as fully as a normal man, I try my damnedest to hold the line where and when I can.  *puts head down, aims horns, charges teh red flag*  Yeah, well, I can at least put on a show before I am 'ground into hamburger', again.  :p

I am amazed at some of the timing of things tonight.  I love it when things just roll through to completion, without overlap, on time, and sometimes simultaneously.  I don't think anyone had a clue that I was a stumbling bunny master at most points.  Anyway, time to... get back to goofing. 

Later or good night.