A look in the mirror.

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I woke, a bit heavy as usual, and late but not considering the hour of my repose.  Waking relatively well, I made coffee and fumbled for something to eat.  On to the bathroom, but checking the pill container divider.  It is dry and ready to fill after having been cleaned.  Duty done, hands washed, a quick look at the mirror.  Gah!  Do I have something wrong with my eyes?  Pinkeye or, or... something?  Ah, no.  A bit of thought and it makes sense.  Odd how a man can walk through rain in an empty state for days, a week, and not even remember it, being so focused on getting to some distant spot or trying to examine things in the dark.  Rain indeed, a deluge.  Awful for it to rain for no reason.

Today?  I don't know.  I have looked, in the boxes, for the items and devices I sought.  They don't seem to be there.  Perhaps another look, then a look through one last group of things.  Perhaps I left the phone charger in the last hotel, but I remember unplugging it and taking it.  It could have gotten lost, somehow, on the way, though, too.  Hmm, perhaps checking my vehicle as well, in case I removed it for comforts sake, being in a cargo pocket but perhaps raking my leg when I would get in and out?  Dunno.

Might as well go through clothes and pile them for washing anyway.  I turn pants inside out when I have cleared the pockets, as a sign.  Shorts and sweat bottoms, anything with pockets.  Well, and actually shirts too.  With or without pockets, if shirts aren't an absolute.  I don't even know WHY I do it, other than that my last woman type did it and she seemed to know what she was doing.  I may have asked, but if she answered I have forgotten. 

For now?  Coffee, that spit of breakfast, and a bit of waking.  I don't know, can't bring myself awake enough to care.  I hope the waterworks are done though.  Hmm, probably not to town today, perhaps Monday.  Oh, but setting up my medicines, on partial doses, would be super.  That, itself, is going to... hurt.  On the good side, I will be too zombified, if the worst of it hits, to notice hell and death for a bit.  Numb, baby.  Take it where you can get it.

Later.