To bed early so as to wake early.

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A bit of pushing and I was to bed by 4:00.  *chuckles*  Well, that was earlier than yesterday.  I set the alarm for 8:00, roughly woke at 7:00 then went back down.  Slept roughly, reset the alarm from 8:00 to 9:00.  I heard the alarm so hit the snooze a few times to wake at... 10:30?  Hmm...  Interesting.  I hadn't heard from my friend, so I was hoping he hadn't simply expected me to be in at 10:00?  I was sitting down to begin my morning report when he called.  Oh, it did end up deciding to rain last night.  Not sure how much but it looked sloppy wet until the sun was up for an hour or three.  All good.  I don't think I have to fear over-watering at this point.

They are keeping him.  I should have teased him about whether he should decide that means he is big enough like a fish, good enough like a husband to a woman, or whether they just like "practicing" with him.  I just wasn't awake enough.  A few more minutes and he would have gotten the payload.  It really is how I roll, like it or lump it, can't change it.  They want to drain more water from his chest.  And they say he needs a new heart valve.  Heart surgery is a spooky thing, but I think he is good for it.  I won't do such a thing, but that's because I am ornery.  Thankfully such things wouldn't help... if I think they would still like to replace the heart.  Nope!  Pound sand, ain't flaying me.  Then again, I don't think he will need anti-rejection drugs... though they will be opening him up.  Those being my two objections.  Every mannish critter has his own lines in the sand though.  I'd certainly support his choice, especially if I get to watch!  :p

I let Sassy out last night and forgot to let her in?  I've been calling, off and on, since 7:00.  I feel terrible, especially with a couple of toms around.  I am keeping Sam in, for a while.  She has been so tired and off her feed.  I thought she was getting into poison or something.  Then I thought it was the lack of sun.  Now I know, after last night.  A pack of toms has been around.  They might be fixed though, they seem very domestic.  Then again...  I just didn't put two and two together, though, until this morning, really.  Sam wants to go back out but that isn't happening until Sassy is in and a couple of days have passed.  Blueball has a way of driving toms away.  If that is their gig.

Hup, best get to trying to turn this morning awakening into something.  I'm not, even now, running on full steam.  Some of my problem relates to missing medicines, not taking them ""exactly"" on time.  Ffffttt!  My intentions are good, my pills are right here, I've been keeping them stocked, it just isn't always getting done.  Although that isn't all of the problem, and might be more the result of a symptom.  I'm not on my own feed bag, of various types.  Something is just a wee off.  I'll work through it if I can get up.  I think the ghosts are drifting away, a bit, for the moment.  While they weren't hammering me, their essence was draining, a little at a time, at a constant pace.  It was quite wearing.  Hmm... how about some cheesy mac and tuna?  That puts some oats in my wood.  Well, if you insist, which... knowing you you do...  Okies.  Later.