Hmm...

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I have been fully back on medicine for several days now and I am still in the throws of something.  I am starting to think it has nothing to do with having missed medicine for a few days.  It could be winter catching up to me, as I usually slow way down.  If so, I am doing well in spite of it, considering.  It might just be that the first push of exercise, while it seemed easy enough, really wore me out more than I could tell at first.  And maybe the medicines did play a part.  I was wondering if the cold had gotten a bit worse, so I added a comforter last night.  That may have been part of it, too.  I am simply trying to hit anything that might be a problem.  Cold usually isn't an issue, unless something else isn't doing well.  Perhaps my heart just took a slight tick down in function, for whatever or no reason?  Deal with the symptoms if treatment is ongoing, I suppose.  I am trying to deal with possible symptoms since I can't... feel... sense... any problems for sure.  Oh, and I best continue to figure out a few meals each day... which requires dishes to be done.  Ugh!

It is a rough morning, but at least it is morning, as I would define it.  Getting to sleep was not easy and I couldn't sleep until after 23:00.  I was up just after 5:30 though.  This is a very good thing.  I have found that if I can get up earlier, bedtime fixes itself, a bit.  I don't know what I can get to today, if I am hoping to knock out the dishes, wire the fixture, and change some bulbs that have died.  The refrigerator light replacement will require a trip to town, which gives me an added reason to get out tomorrow.  It is Sunday, right?  Bleh.  I may have to push to do these things, but... that's fine.  My body does ache a bit, I am out of sorts, and I simply don't feel well.  All good reasons to get back on the proverbial horse.

The girls are already begging to be fed, but that isn't going to happen this early.  If I feed them too early, then by late afternoon they are clambering for a fourth meal.  Sassy is getting too fat, even on three meals, so this next week she is going to have to be cut back.  Sam finally has some meat on her bones, a bit, so I hate to do it.  But then, it is almost unnatural for her to look, to my eyes, flush.  Of course, I am almost thinking she is, perhaps, a little too flush herself.  Mousing in the spring will fix that, for sure.  She definitely loves her mice.

Good morning and later.