Awake, and other phenonena.

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*chuckles*

Yes, I do amuse myself.  Not like you are helping all that much so hush.

Waking a bit before 23:00, and before my outside alarm if not quite under the eight hour hoped rise, I am satisfied.  The girls have been fed.  I need to get my medicines down and a bite to eat.  Things are changing, health wise.  While, for quite some time there, I felt cold regardless if the thermostat was set at 68 or 76, waking today to it at 68 and I am my old self... just fine, warm almost.  As well, celibacy is back under control.  Those medicines are potent, boy.  They turn me into a 17 year old all over again.  Then again, it's not like I ever leave my mid 20s that way.  If that IS an improvement.  No worries about leaving a potential wife cold, to be certain.

While I have been down, I haven't had to just let things go this time.  I have, partially, kept up on my home.  I have even developed a few hobby things to do, like drying and putting up coffee grinds and egg shells, which I do believe I will store separately.  The bigger things have had to be shelved, true, at times and for times.  Bigger not always meaning heavier work, only sometimes work for which I have no data sets in memory from which to pull.  Though, more heavily physical things do have to be... planned, considered, scheduled.  I have continued to research for this project, that trip, this chore, and that notion.  I have continued to read in fits and starts as well.  While not perfect, as falls go, this one is absolutely the best of them.  Further, I do believe I am climbing out of the hole.

I can't swear when I will be hitting days again.  It should be sometime in the next week, no further out than two weeks.  A few hours a day is the average forward advancement, though any required events can upset that if usually very temporarily.  I can't swear I can connect with days again when I hit that window.  I do think I can, though.  As that time comes into range I will slowly try to kick my day advancement down to an hour per day, for the last few days, if I can.  Then I will bash the thing with multiple alarm clocks, planned events to include Church and swimming, visits with my friend, and such.  Hey, I'm doing what I can with what I have.  This isn't as easy as it should seem.  Medicine does it's own thing on top of having a sick body.  Odd how those meds can crush celibacy and my energy?  If it were always at the same time it might make sense, but usually it is only after it has otherwise destroyed my ability to function that celibacy is utterly ruined.  Does that latter happen on the rebound from the bottom?  I just can't be for certain, always, though I am pretty sure that isn't always the case.  Odd algorithms with those medicines, to be sure.

All good.  All very good.  All piled onto one of the best Christmas seasons I can remember, though in the last four or five years, each Christmas has seemed that way?  Odd what God gifts the one who admits his folly and hands it over without a glib tongue?  Well, mostly without a glib tongue.  Okay, Odd what God gifts glib-tongued fools who... ;p

Ah, today?  Hmm.  I am thinking to make all efforts to get the drywall repaired today, finally, meaning the light will also be installed.  Further, I plan to make a supr sekret trip to town and visit the other grumpy old man(tm).  Lunch?  Perhaps.  And maybe a spin around the valley to make sure snow hasn't collapsed it anywhere.  To make sure our little chunk of the world is all still good and all there and to set wrongs to right!  Well, something like that.

Hmm, how about a steak breakfast, with two day-old hard boiled eggs on the side?  Sounds good to me.  Good day.